Supreme Daddy

Mr. An Er asked softly: "What are your opinions now?"

"Yes, can you all help me find a reasonable treatment method?"

Ghost doctor Fang Lao said: "I still think that fighting poison with poison is good, but it takes a long time, about a year."

Hua Yi said: "Let's do acupuncture and adjust slowly. The future will be long."

The other two shook their heads. The longer the delay lasted, the worse it would be for Mr. Gong's legs.

Professor Yali said: "Everyone's suggestions may be conservative. If you want to be cured quickly, you should also choose Western medicine. This old guy should think about it carefully!"

Old thing?

Awkward!

This Professor Acrylic’s Mandarin still needs to be improved. After all, Chinese culture is broad and profound.

What he wanted to express was probably the old man, but he made a mistake at the moment.

The corner of the little guy's mouth twitched, and he said in a milky voice: "You are not the same!"

Everyone: "..."

Mr. Gong thought for a while and said to everyone: "I want to know if Chinese medicine can give a treatment method, and what about Western medicine."

"Old man, you should choose Western medicine. I am an expert in this field. Traditional Chinese medicine cannot save you."

Depend on!

Do you look down on Chinese medicine?

The eyes of the four miracle doctors became unfriendly.

"Hmph...I'm betting with you, do you want to bet?" Mr. Zhao, the successor of the imperial doctor, looked at Professor Acrylic and said.

"What's the meaning?"

Professor Acrylic frowned!

"If we use Chinese medicine to cure him, you must apologize to the Chinese medicine doctor and say that your Western medicine is not as good as Chinese medicine."

"that's all?"

"Okay, can you tell me, do you want to bet or not?"

"Haha, OK...you are waiting for the loser. The loser must publicly declare that Chinese medicine is rubbish and will never be as good as Western medicine."

"bet!"

"Damn, I have such a bad temper."

"I agree, these foreigners have always looked down on us."

The four miracle doctors nodded repeatedly, all forced by Professor Acrylic.

Ghost doctor Fang Lao said: "It's about the reputation of Chinese medicine. I can join forces with you for once."

Hua Yi said: "The same is true for me!"

"Then defeat this foreigner first." Mr. Zhao, the successor of the imperial doctor, also shared the same hatred.

Finally, there was Mr. Li, the miracle doctor of Xinglin. Naturally, he had no objection. It was rare for them to be of the same mind.

After a short exchange, headed by Mr. Li, the miracle doctor of Xinglin, they immediately gave the best treatment method.

That is when they jointly performed the Thirteen Needles of Fire! !

This thirteen-shot injection is very powerful. It requires four medical experts to work together. It is said that it can wake up necrotic cells immediately.

Right now, only this method is the best, and Mr. Gong must choose Chinese medicine, because he is here for Chinese medicine.

Professor Acrylic of Western Medicine said: "It's stupid, Mr. Gong, think clearly, once you let them treat you, then you choose Western medicine, it will be terrible and unsatisfactory."

From a doctor's point of view, Professor Acrylic did it for him.

Mr. Gong was hesitant for a moment. He was melancholy, he had already decided!

The ghost doctor Fang Lao was the first to take out a row of silver needles, and then Hua Yi rolled up Mr. Gong's legs and trousers.

Mr. Li, the miracle doctor of Xinglin, took the silver needle sterilized by Mr. Fang, the ghost doctor, and slowly inserted it into the acupuncture point on Mr. Gong's leg. Mr. Zhao, the successor of the royal doctor on the side, was responsible for vibrating the silver needle.

Huayi massaged the acupuncture points to be pricked in this step. Anyway, the four of them were well organized and cooperated smoothly.

Professor Acrylic sneered while watching their nonsensical actions.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is backward. You have delayed Mr. Gong's best treatment time. Are you Chinese people ignorant?"

Hearing this, although the four miracle doctors were angry, they did not dare to say anything to stop him at this juncture.

Mr. An Er frowned and couldn't help but said: "This foreign gentleman, please keep quiet."

"snort!"

Professor Acrylic snorted coldly.

The little guy said with a milky voice: "It made a pig noise, aha!"

Professor Acrylic: "..."

After a while!

Mr. Gong's legs were filled with silver needles. The four miracle doctors were vibrating the needles with their inner energy, and the needles gradually turned red.

Everyone was shocked!

A nurse asked in surprise: "Is this an internal skill, controlling Qi and moving acupuncture?"

Fine smoke gradually floated out of Mr. Gong's legs, and his whole body felt like his legs were burning, as if he was being burned from the inside.

“TCM is awesome!”

Mr. Gong unconsciously shouted, "This is the rhythm of Yan's cure. He is worthy of being a famous miracle doctor in China."

The little guy scratched his head and looked at it. Maybe he didn't look carefully enough. He squatted down again and watched slowly, making sure that he was a curious child.

There was still smoke coming out of Ghost Doctor Fang's head. Even when he was doing his exercises, his back was soaked. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or because he was too nervous.

At this time, the little guy suddenly said: "Grandpa, his leg is bleeding. This can't be done."

What!

bleed?

The four miraculous doctors took a closer look and found that Mr. Gong's leg was indeed bleeding. A trace of blood oozed out from a certain acupuncture point.

"Everyone, one, two, three, call it a day!"

Something was wrong. Mr. Li, the miracle doctor in Xinglin, looked extremely solemn.

Ghost doctor Fang Lao said: "To stop work at this time is equivalent to wasting all the previous efforts, and the consequences will be disastrous."

Huayi's face is pale, and the older he gets, the less useful he becomes.

"I suggest you continue, this should be normal."

"But this kind of situation didn't happen when treating Lao Han's legs in the past."

"There is no record of burning thirteen needles."

"It's going to be difficult this time."

Mr. Li, the miracle doctor of Xinglin, asked: "How about... let's continue and take a gamble!"

"We should ask Mr. Gong!"

"how do you feel."

"This..." Mr. Gong's face suddenly turned pale.

He has to make the most important decision for this person and must think it over carefully!

The little guy said in a sweet voice: "Grandpa, his blood is blocked now, use this injection... otherwise he won't be able to move."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao, the successor of the imperial doctor, didn’t care!

But……

Ghost doctor Fang Lao's brows trembled. He believed in the little guy, but now he can't do it alone.

Everyone nearby was also sweating for the four old men!

The little guy curled his lips, forget it if he didn't believe it, hummed, and stopped talking!

Not long!

The four miracle doctors were all sweating profusely, putting away their hands, and their faces gradually showed faint smiles!

"I...is this okay?"

Mr. Gong looked confused.

Mr. An Er laughed heartily and was happy to see that his good friend could cure a long-standing illness.

But Professor Acrylic doesn’t seem to have come back to his senses!

Just give the patient a few needles and then perform a magic trick?

"Haha, Mr. Gong, you can feel it and see if this old Han's legs are better."

Hearing this, Mr. Li, the miracle doctor of Xinglin, asked people to turn on the air conditioner in the hall!

The little guy shakes his head and rattles!