I'm going to do it all, you're scared to piss your pockets.
Su Mu ignored the white doctors at all.
There are not many white people who value traditional Chinese medicine. Besides, in the medical field of the pharmaceutical industry, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are naturally mortal enemies.
Especially in recent decades, traditional Chinese medicine has been beaten to death by being pressed to the point of being beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of taking care of itself, and only the only thing left is to survive.
Su Mu didn't want to be a savior. In his opinion, traditional Chinese medicine deserves to take this step.
Just cherish the bad habit of self-destruction, you should be beaten into a disabled person by white people.
I have to keep everything, but this thing is simply nothing to cure.
Originally, he was trying to cheat the Han people. Since Li Donglin agreed, saying half of the words would be a waste of saliva.
But the Virgin appeared.
An old white man with white hair stood up and stared at Su Mu in blue eyes:
"God, young people, we are all the top doctors in the world. We can't judge Mr. Zhu's illness. 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 hurriedly said:
"This is Davidson MD, the most famous mental illness expert in Europe and a world-class authority."
Su Mu nodded without comment.
Behind Davidson, several white doctors disdained to look at him, completely feeling that he was just bragging.
Looking at Davidson, Su Mu grinned:
"You can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't do it."
He said this sentence in English.
If the eyes could kill people, Su Mu would have become a scumbag.
Davidson was very well-educated and looked at him:
"Young people, self-confidence is a good thing, but you have to know that you are taking risks with the patient."
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 want, there are probably no diseases in this world that I cannot cure."
Since you want to show off, then pretend to be big and round and scary.
Su Mu said nothing wrong.
In the ancient martial arts world, in addition to dying from old age, choking to death with food, drinking water, and exhausting the potential of life, which ancient martial arts man did you hear of death from illness?
From colds to cancer, it is basically insulated from ancient warriors and superpowers.
To put it bluntly, this is not a level of life concept.
Su Mu's words were completely inciting public anger.
Behind Davidson, another middle-aged white man said coldly:
"Mr. Su Mu, I graduated from Harvard Medical School and have been in the industry for thirteen years. What about you?"
Su Mu smiled and pointed to his nose:
"I? I'll scare you to death. Listen to you. What stands in front of you is the escapeer of the nine-year voluntary transaction in China, the natural enemy of modern elite education. To put it bluntly, I haven't studied it for a day. You
Tell me, which talented student am I?”
His words were quick and urgent, and he was still speaking Chinese. A group of foreigners were confused and moved by the fog of mountains and mountains.
When they were around them, they almost spit out old blood.
God.
Let him go to hell.
Su Mu once again successfully infringed on public anger.
But he didn't care at all and shrugged his shoulders:
"I'm sorry, I'm going to do it. You can watch, but don't talk."
After saying that, he looked back at Gong Yang Qing:
"Teacher brother, slap him."
Gong Yang Qing made a move like the wind, and two silver needles pierced into the Yongquan acupoint at the sole of Zhu Youchun’s feet at almost the same time.
Su Mu stretched out his hand and pulled off the thin blanket covered by Zhu Youchun's legs.
Then he pressed directly on Zhu Youchun's legs.
He slowly closed his eyes and then glanced at Ning Yan.
Ning Yan seemed to understand his eyes and quickly stood behind him.
Taking a deep breath, Su Mu began to regulate his breathing.
The true essence flows slowly from the dantian and starts to flow in his body along the meridians in a strange path.
This kind of operation path is called Zhoutian transport.
Don’t ask what Zhoutian is, you don’t understand even if you ask.
What a fool to know about the secrets of ancient warriors.
Everything is ready.
Su Mu suddenly started.
A hot stream entered Zhu Youchun's body with a strange frequency from his hands.
Zhu Youchun had no reaction.
But the temperature in Su Mu's body suddenly rose to a terrible level. Standing beside him, it seemed as if facing a stove.
Everyone stared at Su Mu without even blinking. Someone secretly took out his cell phone and had been secretly recording videos from the beginning.
Although they didn't believe what Su Mu said at all.
But what if?
If Su Mu fails, this is also evidence of their ridicule.
Time passes by minute by minute.
Zhu Youchun's face was always filled with a calm expression.
But suddenly.
A shock flashed in his eyes.
No matter how stimulating my legs were, they had no sense of consciousness, and gradually felt a sense of heat.
His entire aura changed inexplicably in an instant.
There is no place where the sick, gentle and elegant middle-aged man is still the magical aura that attracts everyone's attention.
Whether it was Han Guo or Bai, his face changed.
This is……!
Zhu Youchun suddenly closed his eyes.
He was feeling that feeling.
It seemed that there was a lively energy in his legs, constantly jumping happily in his meridians, rushing to awaken his muscles, meridians, and even bones that had already been inanimate.
Zhu Youchun suddenly shivered all over.
That inexplicable magical power was like a tide, but it was extremely gentle, but it was unstoppable from his legs and began to surge towards his whole body.
At this time, his legs trembled violently at the same time.
The onlookers opened their mouths in horror and almost shouted out.
What a joke?
Zhu Youchun almost fainted in an instant.
The power was too huge and he could hardly bear it.
Although he is not an ancient martial artist, he also knows that it is true energy.
That is the true essence that ancient martial artists rely on for their lives.
The fundamental way to measure an ancient martial artist is the true essence of cultivation.
Of course, he knew all about Su Mu's information and information, as Zhu Ruirui's father.
The disciple of Tianxing, Su Yunkai's godson.
These identities are not secrets to him.
But he didn't know much.
Even his father, Zhu Jianshen didn't know.
A sharp pain began to rage in his legs with great domineeringness.
That feeling is simply indescribable.
Crowded.
Tear.
The legs didn't know the billions of cells, and they were forcibly awakened in an instant.
This is equivalent to injecting vitality into a mummy.
Zhu Youchun suddenly sweated like rain, and cold sweat soaked his whole body.
Behind Li Donglin, a voice that was unknown whether it was sarcasm or jealousy:
"It's ridiculous. Teacher, this kid is definitely a liar. At this time, he is still pretending to be a ghost."
Well !!
Zhu Er appeared directly in front of the spoken handsome man like a ghost, his eyes as if he was looking at the dead.
At this moment, Zhu Youchun yelled suddenly:
"It hurts so much!"
A flash of body.
He actually jumped up from the bed.
"Oh my God!!"
"God!"
In an instant, screams resounded throughout the observation room.
The next second, everyone was shocked.
Zhu Youchun really stood up and was about to fall to the ground, but Zhu Er had already supported him.
He stood tremblingly.
How is it possible?
Su Mu's whole body became soft and his face turned pale and fell into Ning Yan's arms.
Before he fell into a coma, he was still muttering.