City: I have a perverted martial arts system

Operating room.

Han Qiu, who had been given anesthesia, was lying on the operating table, with a mark drawn on the skin of his back.

There were many tubes wrapped around his arm, and instruments were used to detect his heartbeat and blood pressure.

A team of doctors organized by Professor Feng is checking all surgical tools and instruments.

As a disciple of Professor Feng, Han Qinghuai was also invited in to observe on the spot.

This is a rare internship opportunity.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Professor Feng was about to take action. At this moment, he suddenly heard a scream from outside the operating room door: "Let go, let me go, my grandpa can't do surgery today."

A doctor advised: "Ms. Han, the operation has already begun. If you make such a noise, it will affect the doctor's performance."

Others said: "Ms. Han, we are the security guards of the operating room. Again, I ask you to calm down, otherwise we have the right to ask you out."

"You dare to touch me?"

Han Xiuxiu also took the risk, her beautiful eyebrows were raised, and Miss Jiaoman's aura was at its maximum, "Try touching me! Believe it or not, I will ask grandpa to buy your hospital, and then I will let you pack up and leave!"

After all, security guards are just a dozen workers. How dare they offend such a young lady and let her go immediately?

The doctors' voices of advice also became quieter.

Han Xiuxiu became even more arrogant.

He bluntly said that he would destroy the operating room.

Professor Feng frowned and said to Han Qinghuai: "Qinghuai, what's going on? If your family members don't agree, we won't dare to perform this operation."

Feeling slightly angry after hearing his words, Han Qinghuai quickly said:

"Professor, agree, agree. Just wait a moment, I'll go and drive her away."

Professor Feng has a high status in the medical field. Han Qinghuai is determined to become a powerful doctor, but he does not dare to offend him.

"Xiuxiu, have you had enough trouble?"

After opening the door and going out, Han Qinghuai scolded with a dark face.

Han Xiuxiu pouted: "Dad asked me to do this, you can tell him."

"Dad is already confused. You are going crazy with him. The operation is about to start, so get out quickly."

"I won't go out."

"You really want me to do it?"

"snort!"

"Okay, you forced me."

Han Qinghuai stretched out his hand to pull Han Xiuxiu away. Han Xiuxiu was not as strong as him, so the brother and sister moved further and further away.

Outside the hospital, Han Qiuping's cousin and driver Xiao Guo brought Luo Yan.

The two rushed to the operating room and saw the Han brothers and sisters being pulled.

"Luo Yan, save me! My brother is going to forcefully perform an operation on grandpa!"

Han Xiuxiu shouted when she was far away.

Luo Yan took a slight step forward, his body turned into a ball of shadow, and he arrived in an instant.

Han Qinghuai was so frightened: "You, how did you get here?"

"Surgery can't be done!"

"Do you care about you?"

"I can handle it."

Luo Yan took out a bottle of Sad Breeze from his backpack, put it under Han Qinghuai's nose, and let him smell it. The latter immediately fell to the ground with sore hands and feet.

"Walk!"

Luo Yan pulled Han Xiuxiu up and rushed to the operating room.

Han Xiuxiu felt as if she was trapped in a cloud, with wind filling her ears, and she arrived in front of the operating room in an instant.

"Stop, what are you going to do?"

The doctors and security guards did not dare to touch Han Xiuxiu, but they ignored Luo Yan and pounced on him one by one like wolves and tigers.

Luo Yan used Lingbo Micro Steps to avoid one of them and let him smell the sad breeze. It only took a few seconds for them all to fall down.

Bang!

Luo Yan kicked him away and the two of them entered the operating room.

At this time, the spotlight had been turned off, and Professor Feng was about to take the knife when he was startled by Luo Yan, "You, what are you going to do?"

"Help!"

"Fart, you are killing people, we are the ones saving them!"

"Too lazy to tell you."

Luo Yan rushed over and knocked Professor Feng down with a slap.

"You, you dare to hit me?"

Professor Feng stroked his face, in disbelief.

After so many years, he has been respected everywhere and is called Professor Feng, Professor Feng, wherever he goes.

How can you bear being slapped by an 18-year-old young man now?

Professor Feng is going crazy.

Luo Yan said coldly: "Hmph, doctors are kindhearted. You treat patients without clear diagnosis. You are undoubtedly seeking wealth and life, so you should be beaten!"

"What does it mean that the diagnosis is unclear? He has a tumor in his lungs. It must be removed, otherwise it will seriously affect the heart and lung function and lead to death."

"Tumor, are there any tumor markers?"

"No."

Professor Feng murmured, but quickly said loudly, "No, it doesn't mean it's not a tumor. Sometimes the test data will have a small chance of being wrong."

"Then how many times have you checked?"

Professor Feng stopped talking this time. In fact, he checked five times and found no markers.

Seeing that the two were arguing constantly, a doctor involved raised questions:

"Kid, I see you are young. Which medical school did you graduate from? Which expert did you study under?"

"Senior year of high school, I haven't graduated yet. I studied under Sai Hua Tuo at the end of the street." Luo Yan rolled his eyes and replied.

"Bah, you, a high school student who knows nothing, dare to question such a professional team like ours here?"

"What's funny is that Mr. Han actually believes you. This is too...hehe, it's too much."

The man did not dare to speak any further, and only had a look of disdain on his face.

"The thing is very simple. Since you said we can't do it, then you go in and see if you can cure it." Someone suggested.

Immediately, someone objected: "Don't be stupid, use Chinese medicine to treat this kind of terminal disease? Take a silver needle and hit it twice, and guess what acupoints, meridians and so on. Then drink some Chinese medicine and you will be cured?"

"If it can be cured, I will voluntarily give up my Western medicine license for life and switch to traditional Chinese medicine."

"I perform a handstand and eat shit."

Luo Yan glanced at this man sideways, "Then you're done."

Professor Feng stood up, "Since you are so determined, okay, let's see your magical skills!"

“What if it fails?”

"What is failure? It will take at least two weeks for me to completely cure Mr. Han."

"As long as the patient's symptoms are relieved, you win."

"That's no problem."

"Okay. If you win, I will publicly apologize and the hospital will not be held liable for any losses."

Professor Feng said, "If you lose, we will hold you legally responsible, and you will go to jail."

Luo Yan shrugged: "Okay."

Professor Feng looked at Han Xiuxiu and Han Qinghuai who was helped in, "Family members, what do you say?"

Han Qinghuai said feebly: "I don't agree with him treating my grandfather, security guard, kick him out."

Han Xiuxiu: "I agree."

Professor Feng frowned: "If the family members don't agree, we don't dare to make this bet."

Han Qinghuai looked at his sister: "Xiuxiu, are you crazy with them? What if he kills grandpa?"

"I...I just listen to dad."

The two quarreled for a few words, and at this moment, a voice sounded outside the door:

"I agree!"

Outside the operating room, Han Zaixun arrived with Gu San, panting.

"dad!"

Han Xiuxiu rushed to her father's side, feeling aggrieved.

"Xiuxiu, good job!"

Han Zaixun praised him and looked at Professor Feng, "Professor Feng, I'm sorry. It was my father's wish and my wish to let Luo Yan treat his illness."

"So, I agree with your bet."

"Humph, daddy is yours, I hope you don't regret it!"

Professor Feng's face turned frosty, "Come here, tidy up this place, let's see the magical skills of Dr. Luo."

After everything was settled, Luo Yan turned Han Qiuping over, took out the silver needles, and pricked 7749 needles on various acupuncture points on his chest and back.

This set of acupuncture comes from one of the "Ziwu Acupuncture Classics" written by Hu Qingniu, a medical practitioner in Yitian World, and is specifically designed to treat lung problems.

If Luo Yan hadn't had insufficient internal strength, Han Qiuping could have been cured immediately with just this set of acupuncture techniques.

Right now, we can only temporarily stabilize the condition.

Luo Yan's acupuncture technique is skillful, and the entire set of movements is completed in one go, without any stagnation.

Although Professor Feng specializes in Western medicine, he has also dabbled in traditional Chinese medicine. Seeing Luo Yan's calm and calm look, something strange arose in his heart.

Could it be...how many brushes does this guy really have?

Soon, Han Qiuping reacted.

Beads of sweat oozed from his body, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood also contained some yellow viscous substance, which was very disgusting.