For Su Mu, in terms of medical skills, he is really better than most doctors in the world.
Even an ordinary ancient warrior can be considered proficient in medical skills.
Otherwise, how to deal with internal and external injuries?
Traditional Chinese medicine is inherently different from Western medicine.
Western medicine is based on modern science.
Traditional Chinese medicine is often criticized because it is not scientific enough.
But, it works.
For a true ancient warrior, true essence is actually the foundation of everything.
This thing is a bit like snake oil.
If the ancient warrior could add some traditional acupuncture and massage, he could definitely be called a miracle doctor.
Acupuncture and massage are not nonsense, but must be combined with the stimulation of true energy.
Therefore, without the support of true energy, the effects of acupuncture and massage are greatly reduced, and many Chinese medicine practitioners are regarded as liars.
Li Donglin, the old stickman of the Han Kingdom, the leader of the rubbish Anton Medical School, if he hadn't cultivated some true energy and relied on the true energy to support him, he would be a piece of shit.
This kind of person can be regarded as a master praised by everyone in the cold country. It can be seen that there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to be called kings.
Just pretend to be cool, as long as you don't offend Su Mu.
But I didn't expect that the other party would go even further.
Last night I took a billion cold coins to fool me, but today I didn't take advantage of it enough.
After Li Donglin proposed the bet, he felt a sneer in his heart when he saw Su Mu was silent.
Boy, you are still too young.
He pretended to be serious and said:
"Mr. Xiao Su, I guess your sect's inheritance is still very good. Last night, you were able to cure Steven. I wonder if it was your luck or your medical skills? If you don't dare to gamble today, then
Never mind."
The apprentice behind Li Donglin sneered, stared at Su Mu with a fierce expression and said:
"Teacher, this kid doesn't dare to bet with you. I believe that it was a blind cat that encountered a dead mouse last night."
Su Mu glanced at Steven and said with a smile:
"Old Shi, they called me a blind cat and called you a dead rat."
Steven didn't react:
"What is a dead rat?"
The translator finally found his presence and whispered beside him.
Steven was furious, turned around and yelled at the handsome guy:
"You stupid groundhog, you moldy orange, you're the dead rat, oh God, please forgive me."
He is so handsome that his nose is crooked.
But Steven was stronger than him regardless of his identity and background. He could only transfer his anger to Su Mu, staring at Su Mu and wanting to kill him.
Su Mu looked at Li Donglin with a smile. The smile on his face was very embarrassing, and he showed a condescension that was just right for the Han people to feel.
Digging a hole?
That's right.
He is just digging a hole.
No matter how much I talk, I can't just slap him in the face so easily.
Thank you, Master Han Guo, for traveling thousands of miles to deliver it to me. It is so sincere.
"Old guy, how about we play bigger?"
Li Donglin was stunned, looked at Su Mu seriously, and said:
"So, what does Mr. Xiao Su mean?"
"That's what I meant...!"
The smile on Su Mu's face disappeared, he looked at Li Donglin and said lightly:
"I can cure Mr. Zhu within half an hour."
The whole place was in uproar.
Even Gong Yangqing was shocked.
Zhu Youchun was half lying on the bed, also looking shocked.
Ning Yan stood behind him, but there was no shock on her face.
She had a deep and confident belief in Su Mu.
This treasured man can even cure his own terminal illness, so what else can't he cure?
She knows what's going on with her own illness better than anyone else.
Congenital heart disease caused her to often prepare a simple ventilator in the car.
I am usually weak and unable to get angry, even if my mood swings are too great.
But now, her body is so good that it is simply indescribable.
The feeling is like a peony that has been wilting for twenty years and is suddenly irrigated to full bloom.
The vitality was rushing through her veins, and that feeling was so beautiful.
So, even if Uncle Zhu’s illness is terminal, so what?
He could see through it at a glance without even checking, so how could he not be sure?
But in other people's ears, this sentence is simply fantasy.
Are you kidding me?
Even if Su Mu diagnosed it as ALS and muscle fibrosis, it would be extremely difficult to cure it.
Because of modern medicine, there is no precedent for cure.
Hawking, who is known as the greatest contemporary man, suffered from this disease. What was the result?
It’s not like I went to see God.
Even if it can be cured by taking another 10,000 steps back, how can it be possible if such a chronic disease does not last for one, two, or even three to five years?
Half an hour?
All the teachers and brothers were scolding him in their hearts.
Little brother, how can you learn to stick, you are also trying to eat shit.
Li Donglin burst out laughing on the spot:
"Hahaha, okay, Su Mu, what do you want to bet on?"
There was no smile on Su Mu's face anymore, only coldness:
"If I lose, I will kowtow to you in front of everyone, and I will give up my medical skills. I will not treat anyone from now on, and I will give you another 20 billion US dollars."
Everyone present was so excited that blood spurted out.
Damn it.
Do you have $20 billion?
What the hell are you dreaming about?
How many people in this world can spend 20 billion US dollars?
But it definitely doesn’t include you.
When the Han people heard Su Mu's words, they staggered with laughter.
Zhu Youchun suddenly said:
"I am willing to guarantee him. If he cannot come up with 20 billion US dollars, I will provide the money."
brush!
Except for Zhu San and Ning Yan, including Gong Yangqing, everyone's eyes fell on Zhu Youchun.
Zhu Youchun smiled slightly:
"Actually, I just want to see if this guy can really make me stand up within half an hour. If he can, 20 billion US dollars is nothing."
Li Donglin said directly:
"Okay, I'll bet. What's your bet?"
Su Mu smiled strangely, looked at Li Donglin's eyes that couldn't conceal his excitement and enthusiasm, and said softly:
"Don't worry, I don't want your money. Cold coins are so worthless that they are hard to use to wipe your butt. If I win, you must kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize, and then promise not to practice medicine from now on. Of course, the most important thing is
One point, I want you to hold a national-level press conference after you go back and publicly admit that all your medical skills were secretly learned from China."
Li Donglin's eyes suddenly shot out two gloomy rays of light.
He stared at Su Mu intently.
Bet or not?
Twenty billion dollars.
This money is simply irresistible.
After weighing it for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, I'll make a bet with you."
Su Mu glanced at him lightly, without even raising his eyelids, and said calmly:
"Junior brother, get ready and insert a silver needle into the Yongquan point on the sole of Mr. Zhu's foot."
Gong Yangqing was slightly startled, then without saying anything, he took out the acupuncture box from his waist.
The white doctor also became excited.
"Oh my God, I don't believe it. I will never believe it."
"Thirty minutes? Even if you give him thirty days, he can't make Mr. Zhu stand up."
"Yes, this is against modern medicine."
One of the old white experts said loudly:
"Young man, don't mess around. If you act like this, it will not only cause trouble to Mr. Zhu's condition, but also offend all of us."
We are all the top experts in the world and there is nothing we can do.
Why don't you tell me that I'll be cured in half an hour?