This cry of pain suddenly attracted the attention of the whole audience.
Gu Xuefeng also frowned, walked over uncertainly, looked at the acupuncture situation, and seemed to be talking to himself, "It's not possible, where does it hurt?"
The patient shook his head, as if the pain was too much, "It hurts everywhere."
Gu Xuefeng frowned and observed carefully.
Zheng Cunren below suddenly found his voice again, "Did you see that, I told him that there was something wrong with his acupuncture! Didn't Shang Ce suffer from pain to death several times before his death?"
After all, Hu Qingsong couldn't sit still anymore. He had to go up and stand with Gu Xuefeng to see the patient's condition.
"Is the angle or acupuncture point wrong and the nerve is pierced?"
Otherwise, how could the patient be in such pain?
Gu Xuefeng's brows tightened at this moment, and his expression became less certain, "I'm not sure either, I need to take a picture."
Just stick a needle and take pictures so you can see more clearly.
But Zheng Cunren became more active, "Isn't this harmful to people? It hurts like this, and you are still busy taking pictures. If you don't take the acupuncture first, are you letting people use it as a guinea pig?"
"It's not unreasonable for acupuncture to be buried in Haicheng! You still want acupuncture to be brought to light again?"
After all, everyone is watching the patient's condition at this moment.
Listening to Zheng Cunren's words again, I was somewhat led astray, and I couldn't help but question it in a low voice.
As the voices of doubt grew louder and louder, Gu Xuefeng's face became increasingly ugly.
Gu Wenjun sat below and frowned.
Zheng Cunren suddenly asked her in front of everyone: "Am I right? Mr. Shang was in extreme pain before he died?"
Gu Wenjun closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to recall her husband's appearance in the past.
Zheng Cunren asked more closely.
"Why are you asking this?" Gu Wenjun finally spoke up.
Zheng Cunren smiled and said, "What can I do? I just don't want another person in the medical field who has no real skills but still wants to be a leader. This is academic in the medical field and is not a joke."
It sounds like his name, broad and benevolent.
"There is no problem with my acupuncture!" Although Gu Xuefeng frowned, he looked at Zheng Cunren very firmly, confirming his technique.
Zheng Cunren laughed, "Do you really think there are no people studying acupuncture here?"
Gu Xuefeng was young and energetic and unconvinced, "Since Dr. Zheng thinks I am wrong, please tell me the right way to administer acupuncture."
Zheng Cunren snorted softly, "You did this academic meeting, the reputation belongs to you, and I will correct your mistakes. What's going on?"
Gu Xuefeng glanced coldly, "If you can't correct it, then you don't understand. Please be quiet."
This method of stimulating generals is indeed very useful.
"Don't think I'm just giving random advice!" Zheng Cunren stood up and came to the stage.
The patient next to Gu Xuefeng was still wailing, but no one noticed. Apart from the wailing, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him, and his voice did not weaken.
After Zheng Cunren came on stage, he began to explain in detail to Gu Xuefeng and the people in the audience the acupuncture points, the essentials of acupuncture, etc.
Backstage.
Shang Chao sat next to her, frowning slightly because of the agitation just now. Seeing that she looked calm, he asked, "Is everything Zheng Cunren said correct?"
He is a businessman, so of course he doesn't understand these things.