"Can a stroke be cured in ten minutes? It's true or false..."

The audience was disbelief when they heard this and couldn't help but start talking.

Fang Zhengsheng, who was standing beside him, felt relieved and just looked at An Yuhang's sneer.

But the middle-aged man seemed to be more concerned about money and asked quickly: "Don't talk nonsense, you little doctor... Well... If I asked you to treat my father, would you charge us money? And... If you can't cure my father in ten minutes, how can you compensate us for our losses?"

An Yuhang rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking that this person is really superb! There are so many difficult and complicated diseases in the world. If the patient cannot cure the disease and has to ask a doctor for compensation, then no one dares to be a doctor again!

So An Yuhang replied seriously: "Because there is no need to get an acupuncture or take medicine to treat this disease, I will not charge you a penny, but... I have no obligation to give you any compensation. If the elderly are willing to delay ten minutes to try, I will try my best to help the elderly. If you don't want to... then please..."

An Yuhang said this not because he was not sure, but that he could never set this precedent for this top stingy person. If this stingy person got sick, then An Yuhang wouldn't bother with him. It was just that the old man looked pitiful, and An Yuhang happened to know how to cure his illness, so he was ready to take action.

When the stingy middle-aged man was still hesitating whether to take the opportunity to squeeze more oil from An Yuhang, he saw his father suddenly pushing him away angrily, and staggering to An Yuhang, "whimpering" in his mouth, not knowing what to say, but his hands kept bowing to An Yuhang. Obviously, his meaning was begging An Yuhang to treat him.

Of course, An Yuhang would not be embarrassed for the old man. He smiled and said, "Old man, don't worry... I will definitely cure your illness... Come on, sit down first!"

As An Yuhang said that, he pressed the old man onto the chair, then took off the pair of myopia mirrors tightly tied to the old man's head with elastic bands, and placed them on the table aside.

"You don't have to think about anything, relax your whole body, and it will be fine after a while..."

While An Yuhang said, he pressed the palms of his hands under the temples on both sides of the old man's left and right sides, and then slowly massaged and rubbed them in a clockwise direction.

"I said you...you can't just use this method to help my dad treat his illness, right?"

At first, the middle-aged man felt that it was a big advantage to ask An Yuhang to treat his illness without spending money. When he saw that An Yuhang's so-called treatment was actually just rubbing his temples... The guy was furious and couldn't help but take two steps forward and point at An Yuhang and said, "If massage can really cure the stroke, then Changhai's hospital might as well be changed into a massage parlor. Please dodge me quickly... I don't have time to waste time with you."

Fang Zhengsheng also snorted coldly and said, "An Yuhang, as an intern, you not only do not have the right to prescribe, but also do not have the right to treat patients alone. Your current behavior has seriously violated the rules and regulations of the hospital. I..."

An Yuhang knew that Dr. Fang wanted to take advantage of the problem again, so he shook his head and interrupted him, "Okay...Which eye did you see that I was treating the patient? Head massage should only belong to the category of health care? Haha... Of course, this old man's body does not need to use formal treatment methods at all. Just massage will get better... I know you are not convinced... Let's wait patiently for ten minutes. If the old man's condition does not relieve in ten minutes, then I can do whatever you want."

When Fang Zhengsheng heard this, he just curled his lips disdainfully, and then stepped aside. His thoughts were basically the same as the stingy person. Of course, he didn't believe that just rubbing his forehead for a few minutes can cure the stroke!

The middle-aged man was going to come forward to make trouble, but he was stopped by Fang Zhengsheng. He was not out of good intentions, but because he was afraid that if An Yuhang couldn't cure it, the old man would be stingy and disturb him, and then he would have a lot of trouble. Seeing Fang Zhengsheng, he also came forward to stop him, and he was worried that the three pairs of Chinese medicine that he had not yet received had turned yellow soup, so he could only force himself to wait in a while.

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and in these ten minutes, An Yuhang kept massaging the old man's forehead so honestly. He didn't see any other tricks. All the people watching shook their heads secretly, basically all determined that An Yuhang could not cure the old man.

"Time is up...An Yuhang, what else do you have to say!"

Fang Zhengsheng looked at his watch from time to time, and when ten minutes arrived, he immediately pointed at An Yuhang arrogantly and sneered.

An Yuhang ignored Fang Zhengsheng at all, but just moved his hands away from the old man's forehead, then gently patted the old man's back, and asked, "Old man, how do you feel now? See if you can get up?"

"Ah... it's much better..."

When the old man heard this, he immediately stood up, stretched out his arms and kicked his legs, looking completely full of vitality, and said in surprise: "I feel that my whole body is much looser! Haha... Little magic doctor, your medical skills are simply amazing!"

"Si...no way! Is it so amazing?"

"This... isn't I dazzled! Is this... the half-dead old man just now?"

"Oh my god...this...this is really unscientific! It turns out that massage can cure brain strokes!"

The old man said nothing, and he immediately shocked everyone at the scene. Several people opened their mouths and almost threw their chins off!

These people could see clearly what the old man looked like just now, especially when the old man was speechless, and others could not hear what he was saying. But now the old man not only acted freely, but also his two words were clear in words. The difference between the front and back was too obvious. Even the harshest person could not say that An Yuhang's treatment was ineffective against his conscience!

But is all this really just the effect of massage treatment? Or is it still... this old man is simply a child care hired by this young doctor?

Of course, the only son of the old man knew that his father had indeed been sick at home for half a year, and before today they didn't know An Yuhang at all, so naturally it was impossible for An Yuhang to hire a child caregiver, so he was even more shocked by An Yuhang's medical skills.

The old man was tortured by this illness for a long time. Now, once he was relieved, he felt unprecedentedly happy. He was also full of sincere gratitude to An Yuhang, but his eyes were not very good, and he couldn't even see what An Yuhang looked like, so he touched the glasses on the table and prepared to put them on his head...

"stop……"

An Yuhang hurriedly stopped the old man, smiled and said, "Old man... You can't wear these glasses anymore. Speaking of which, the culprit of your disease is actually these glasses. If you wear them again... I promise you won't use them tomorrow, and the old problem will recur again!"
Chapter completed!