Han Mu felt that he was filled with endless energy. When the steel pipe in Wang Kun's hand was about to hit him, he flashed sideways, and then kicked Wang Kun in the chest.

Han Mu didn't feel that he had used much effort, but he still heard a crisp sound of bone shattering sound. Wang Kun flew back and threw it hard on the wall! "How dare you fight back?"

"Grass, kill him!"

Everyone shouted hurriedly, holding the steel pipe and wooden sticks rushed up.

But they were not enough to see Han Mu at all. Han Mu fucked and knocked them down directly.

After leaving the restaurant, Han Mu only felt that he had not been so happy for more than 20 years, and even the air became much sweeter.

"Dad, wait for me, you are saved!"

Han Mu said excitedly.

It's summer now, and the ladies on the roadside are wearing cool short clothes, revealing their white thighs.

On the way to the bus, Han Muke turned on his perspective to feast his eyes. He could not stop his nose bleeding and then quickly closed his perspective eyes.

"We are not mainly trying to feast our eyes, but to test whether the perspective eye is useful."

Han Mu comforted himself in his heart.

Come to the hospital.

Han Jiandong's cancer emptied Han Mu's short-lived family like a bottomless pit. Now Han Mu can't even afford the money from the ward, which resulted in Han Jiandong's hospital bed being placed in the corridor.

Han Jiandong fell asleep, and the torture of illness made him lose his skin and bones, almost indifferent to adulthood.

A trace of care flashed in Han Mu's eyes, and with just one glance, his father's condition appeared in his mind: advanced gastric cancer, early cirrhosis, cerebral stroke, malnutrition, and extremely poor physical condition.

"Hey..." Han Mu couldn't help but shake his head. His father was in poor health, but in order to relieve the pressure on himself, he had a lot of pressure on his work on the construction site over the years.

Fortunately, the skills passed down from ancestors were also very powerful. Han Mu went downstairs to buy a set of black needles and used the Tianxuan Nine Needles. After a set of needles, the true energy began to repair his father's old body.

When I opened my perspective eye again, it showed that my father only had the symptom of malnutrition.

But Han Mu felt that this wave of treatment would consume at least two-thirds of the true energy in his body, and it would probably take a long time to recover.

"Cough cough..." After a moment, Han Jiandong slowly opened his eyes and saw Han Mu. A kind smile appeared on his old face: "Amu, we won't treat it anymore. Chemotherapy is so painful... I want to go to Tiananmen Square to see the flag-raising. It's enough to live to this point. Don't treat it. Dad knows you are filial."

Han Mu couldn't help but burst into tears. Even when he reached the end of his life, his father was still thinking about himself. He hugged Han Jiandong and said in tears: "Dad, you are cured. You are fine. I will work hard to make money in the future. Just stay at home and enjoy the happiness."

"What?"

Han Jiandong was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that his stomach no longer felt aching, and his body seemed to be much younger and no longer as heavy as before.

"Dad, don't worry, my child will ask you to take care of him in the future."

Han Mu smiled.

The Tianxuan Nine Needles are powerful, and Han Jiandong can get out of bed and walk. He is so healthy that he feels that he can run a marathon.

Han Mu also completed the discharge procedures for Han Jiandong. The girl at the front desk thought Han Mu was going to give up his father's treatment, and there was a little sympathy on her face.

"Dad, you haven't eaten yet, are you?

I'll take you to dinner."

Han Dong smiled.

"No, I know you're busy too, you're busy with yours. I'll go to play chess with Lao Gao. That guy probably thought I was dead."

Han Jiandong was in a good mood as he recovered from the serious illness.

"good."

Han Mu gave Han Jiandong a thousand and was about to leave the hospital when he heard a heartbroken cry.

He walked along the sound and saw a doctor outside a ward talking with regret, and several family members cried and cried, burst into tears.

It is probably because the patient's surgery failed.

"Doctor, please think of another way. My dad has worked hard all his life and has left before he can enjoy his happiness. It's not easy for him!"

A middle-aged woman cried loudly.

"I'm sorry, we have tried our best to be mournful and follow the changes."

The doctor sighed helplessly.

Han Mu stepped forward and saw that the patient was pale, thin and his eyes were closed, which was obviously not possible.

When a person gets older and loses physical condition, he will have various problems. The old man suffered a heart attack and was unable to rescue him, but he is not dead yet.

"Second sister, third sister, okay, don't be sad. Dad has gone to the Pure Land, and he will no longer have to endure the torture of illness."

A middle-aged man in a suit and gentle appearance said, and deep sorrow was revealed between his eyebrows, which was obviously to endure the reluctance and sadness in his heart.

"Doctor, I beg you to think of another way. Money is not a problem. As long as you can save my father!"

The patient's daughters were unwilling to accept the fact that his father died.

"The old man still has some help, I have a way."

At this moment, Han Mu said.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was uproaring! "Young man, do you know what you are saying?"

The doctor in charge of the surgery frowned.

"I said, I can save the patient."

Han Mu's smile showed a bit of confidence.

"you?"

The lady wiped away the tears and looked at Han Mu. Seeing that he was only in his early twenties, she couldn't help but sternly: "My father is in danger and I'm in anger now. Don't make trouble for me! Dr. Song is the best internal physician in the East China Sea. How many relationships have we asked him to treat him?

He even said it wasn't possible, but you said you could do it?"

"Don't make trouble here, otherwise I'm welcome."

Next to the middle-aged man, a man with an assistant looked like a brow raised.

"Hold on."

Han Mu chuckled lightly, then put his hand on the patient's pulse to check the pulse, and then said: "The patient has cardiomyopathy, diabetes, hypertension, and osteoporosis, right?"

"Hiss..." Tang Youjin couldn't help but take a breath on the spot. He just took his pulse and told all his father's condition. This kid has good medical skills! "Sir, no matter how bad your father is, there is no worse result than death. Let me give it a try. Maybe it's successful?"

Han Mu chuckled and said, "He is here to save people, there is no need to be angry. If Tang Youjin disagrees with him, he will be ready to leave."

"Okay, you can try it."

Tang Youjin sighed helplessly.

"Mr. Tang..." Song Lihui was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Which medical school did you graduate from?

What is the level of the TCM Alliance?”

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance is an organization established by the state to promote the development, employment and exchange of traditional Chinese medicine. It also issued a hierarchical system to measure the level of traditional Chinese medicine's medical skills, which is very authoritative and professional.

"ah?

League of Legends?

I haven't played for a long time, and it seems that I have dropped into platinum now."

Han Mu was thinking about the treatment plan at this time, but he didn't understand it.

"Puchi..." Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Song Lihui frowned and said, "You don't even know what the Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance is, and you still dare to practice medicine here to save people?
Chapter completed!