Not many white people think highly of Chinese medicine. Besides, in the medical industry, Chinese medicine and Western medicine are naturally bitter enemies.
Especially in the past few decades, Chinese medicine practitioners have been pushed into places and beaten. They have been beaten to the point where they can no longer take care of themselves, and they are left hanging on to the last breath.
Su Mu didn't want to be a savior. In his opinion, Chinese medicine completely deserved to take this step.
Just for this bad habit of cherishing your broom, you should be beaten into a cripple by the white people.
You have to save everything. This thing is simply not cured.
Originally, he was planning this bet to deceive the Han people. Now that Li Donglin agreed, any more words would be a waste of words.
But the Holy Mother appeared unexpectedly.
An old white man with gray hair stood up and stared at Su Mu with blue eyes:
"God, young man, we are all the best doctors in the world. We can't even diagnose Mr. Zhu's disease. Why do you dare to speak nonsense without even looking at it?"
Su Mu turned his head and glanced at the old guy.
Ning Yan quickly said to the side:
"This is Dr. Davidson, MD, the most famous expert on mental illness in Europe and a world-class authority."
Su Mu nodded noncommittally.
Behind Davidson, several white doctors looked at him with disdain, thinking that he was just bragging.
Looking at Davidson, Su Mu grinned:
"Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean I can't do it."
He said this in English.
If looks could kill, Su Mu has become a scumbag.
Davidson was very civilized and glanced at him:
"Young people, confidence is a good thing, but you have to know that you are risking your patients."
Su Mu shook his head again:
"In my eyes, a disease that can be cured cannot be called a risk. By the way, if I am willing, there is probably no disease in this world that I cannot cure."
If you want to show off, then pretend to be big and round and scare people to death.
Su Mu was right.
In the world of ancient martial arts, in addition to dying from old age, choking on food, choking on drinking water, and exhausting their vitality potential, which ancient martial artist have you heard of died of illness?
From something as minor as a cold to something as serious as cancer, they are basically insulated from ancient warriors and superpowers.
To put it more bluntly, this is not a concept of life at the same level.
Su Mu's words completely offended the public.
Behind Davidson, another middle-aged white man said coldly:
"Mr. Su Mu, I graduated from Harvard Medical School and have been practicing for thirteen years. What about you?"
Su Mu chuckled and pointed to his nose:
"I? I'll scare you to death if I say it. Listen carefully. Standing in front of you is an escapee from China's nine-year compulsory trade. The natural enemy of modern elite education. To put it bluntly, I have never gone to school for a day. You
Tell me, which school am I a talented student from?"
What he said was fast and urgent, and he was still speaking in Chinese. The group of foreigners were confused by what he said, and they simply didn't realize how serious it was.
When the translator next to them, holding back her internal injuries, translated, they almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Oh, God.
Let him go to hell.
Su Mu once again succeeded in arousing public outrage.
But he didn't care at all and shrugged his shoulders:
"I'm sorry, I'm about to take action. You can watch, but don't talk."
After saying that, he looked back at Gong Yangqing:
"Teacher brother, stab him."
Gong Yangqing moved like the wind, and the two silver needles pierced into the Yongquan point on the sole of Zhu Youchun's foot almost at the same time.
Su Mu reached out and pulled off the thin blanket covering Zhu Youchun's legs.
Then he pressed directly on Zhu Youchun's legs from behind.
He slowly closed his eyes and then glanced at Ning Yan.
Ning Yan seemed to understand his look and quickly stood behind him.
Su Mu took a deep breath and began to adjust his breathing.
The true energy slowly flowed from the Dantian and began to circulate in his body along a strange path along the meridians.
This kind of movement path is called weekly transportation.
Don't ask what Zhou Tian is, you won't understand even if you ask.
You know nothing about the secrets of ancient warriors.
everything's ready.
Su Mu suddenly started.
A stream of heat entered Zhu Youchun's body from his hands with a strange frequency.
Zhu Youchun had no reaction.
But the temperature of Su Mu's whole body suddenly rose to a terrifying level. Standing next to him, it was like facing a furnace.
Everyone was staring at Su Mu, not daring to blink. Some people secretly took out their mobile phones and were secretly recording from the beginning.
Although they didn't believe what Su Mu said at all.
But what if?
If Su Mu failed, this would be evidence of their ridicule.
Time passes minute by minute.
Zhu Youchun always had a calm expression on his face.
But suddenly.
A flash of horror flashed in his eyes.
My legs, which had been completely numb no matter how much stimulation they were given, gradually began to feel a burning sensation.
His whole aura changed inexplicably in an instant.
However, he was still the sickly, gentle and elegant middle-aged man with a magical aura that attracted everyone's attention.
Whether they were Han people or white people, their expressions all changed.
This is……!
Zhu Youchun suddenly closed his eyes tightly.
He's feeling that feeling.
It seemed that there was a lively energy in his legs, which was constantly jumping happily in his meridians and bones, scrambling to wake up his already lifeless muscles, meridians, and even bones.
Zhu Youchun suddenly trembled all over.
That inexplicable magical power, like a tide, was extremely gentle, but unstoppable, and began to flow from his legs to his whole body.
At this time, his two legs began to tremble violently at the same time.
The onlookers opened their mouths in horror, almost shouting.
Are you kidding me?
Zhu Youchun almost fainted in an instant.
The power was so huge that he almost couldn't bear it.
Although he is not an ancient warrior, he also knows that it is true energy.
That is the true essence that ancient warriors relied on for their lives.
The fundamental measure of an ancient warrior is the true essence of cultivation.
As Zhu Ruirui's father, of course he knew all Su Mu's information and information.
Disciple of Tianxing, god-grandson of Su Yunkai.
These identities are no secret to him.
But there's still a lot he doesn't know.
Even his father, Zhu Jianshen, doesn't know.
A sharp pain began to wreak havoc in his legs with overwhelming force.
That feeling is simply indescribable.
Crowded.
Tear.
Hundreds of millions of cells in the legs were forcibly awakened in an instant.
This is equivalent to breathing life into a mummy.
Zhu Youchun suddenly sweated like rain all over his body, and cold sweat directly soaked his whole body.
Behind Li Donglin, a voice sounded either sarcastic or jealous:
"It's so ridiculous, teacher, this guy is definitely a liar. At this point, he's still pretending to be a ghost."
Whoosh!!
Zhu Er was like a ghost, appearing directly in front of the handsome man who spoke, his eyes as if looking at a dead person.
At this moment, Zhu Youchun suddenly shouted:
"It hurts me so much!"
The body flashed.
He actually jumped out of bed.
"Oh my god!!"
"Oh, God!"
In an instant, screams resounded throughout the entire observation room.
The next second, everyone was stunned.
Zhu Youchun really stood up, staggering and was about to fall to the ground, but Zhu Er had already supported him.
He stood tremblingly.
How can it be?
However, Su Mu's whole body went limp, and he fell into Ning Yan's arms with a pale face.
Before he fell into coma, he was still mumbling.
"What a big...white rabbit."
Ning Yan was almost ashamed.
This bastard.
Even though it’s been like this, I still haven’t forgotten...!