"These are all doctors. I believe you also know that every move we make is related to the life and death of our patients."
"I don't care what thoughts and opinions you have about me in your heart, you are standing here! You must listen to me!"
"If there is even the slightest mistake, then you should think about whether you are worthy of the white coat you are wearing!"
After saying that, Jiang Qiu lowered his head and started to prepare his things.
If it weren't for the fact that these foreign doctors were the only ones present among the few people present, Jiang Qiu would not have wanted them to assist him.
If only Zhang Chuhe didn't have that big beer belly like a ten-month pregnancy, if only Pu Yanran wasn't a delicate and weak woman...
Now I can only use the taller one from the short one and make do with it.
At this time, Pu Yanran secretly approached Jiang Qiu's ear, frowned and whispered.
"What are you doing? Why don't you use that thing?"
Jiang Qiu smiled slightly and shook his head.
"I'll explain it to you when it's over."
After hearing this, Pu Yanran said nothing more and began to act as a translator dutifully.
In front of Jiang Qiu were dozens of silver needles of different sizes and thicknesses. The thickest one was only about half of the needle tube, and the thinnest one was about the same as a hair!
It feels soft and very elastic. It's hard to believe how such softness can penetrate the skin?
Several foreign doctors stared at Jiang Qiu's movements.
This was their first time to observe traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture up close. They had seen it on the Internet before, but only as a joke.
Jiang Qiu did not use fancy acupuncture techniques this time, but was as focused as a leopard hunting on the prairie, with piercing eyes.
Holding the needle in one hand, the thinnest needle point was pressed against Zhang Minnong's skin. I don't know how hard he exerted force, but the needle point immediately penetrated a small part of it! The remaining half was still shaking from side to side.
Several foreign doctors couldn't help but widen their eyes at this sight!
How is this done? How does such a soft, thin needle pierce the skin?
Several people were thinking hard, but they didn't have any clue.
I can only guess that it may be some kind of mysterious martial arts from the East. For example, I have seen it in novels before, like flying needles from the sky...
Although this statement is nonsense, but...that's all a few people can think of.
While he was thinking, Jiang Qiu's hand moved like writing, as fast as lightning.
In an instant, several needles were inserted into Zhang Minnong's forehead!
"Unbutton your shirt."
Jiang Qiu twisted a needle again and spoke seriously.
Pu Yanran hurriedly translated.
Although several foreign doctors were unwilling to obey Jiang Qiu's instructions, they thought that their high consultation fees were still in Zhang Chehe's hands, so they all hurriedly unbuttoned Zhang Minnong's shirt.
Jiang Qiu followed suit, and ten minutes later, Zhang Minnong had already inserted many silver needles into his upper body.
"Turn the patient over, with his back facing up, but his chest must be in the air! Don't let the silver needle in front of him be pressed down!"
After hearing Pu Yanran's translation, several foreign doctors were immediately dumbfounded.
They finally understood why Jiang Qiu needed an assistant.
Let Zhang Minnong's back face up. Don't put the front side on the bed...just hold it up!
Several foreign doctors cursed inwardly, but they still cautiously began to turn over Zhang Minnong.
After struggling for five or six minutes, a few people managed to arrange their positions according to Jiang Qiu's request.
A doctor was lying directly on the hospital bed, raising his hands upward to support Zhang Minnong's shoulders.
The other two doctors, one on each side, grabbed Zhang Minnong's arm and pulled him back, so as to achieve the effect Jiang Qiu wanted.
Jiang Qiu smiled and started acupuncture on Zhang Minnong's back.
After a while, Pu Yanran suddenly reacted.
To stick an acupuncture in Zhang Minnong's back, all you need to do is help Zhang Minnong sit up and make sure he doesn't fall down.
Why do you need three foreign doctors to perform such a complicated operation?
Pu Yanran glanced at Jiang Qiu blankly, but found a smile on Jiang Qiu's lips.
Pu Yanran immediately had an epiphany!
Jiang Qiu definitely did it on purpose!
He just wants the foreign doctors to be more tired and suffer more!
After Jiang Qiu finished pricking the needle on his back, he smiled and clapped his hands.
"Okay, now let's wait for the Chinese medicine to be ready."
"You three can't move. If any of the needles become loose or crooked, I can't guarantee whether the treatment will be effective."
Hearing this, the three doctors were not in a hurry, but Zhang Chehe was anxious first!
"No, no, no! Don't move! You must not move!"
"Don't touch anything. I'll settle the money I gave you and all the round-trip air tickets and accommodation will be reimbursed!"
"If it moves, you won't have a hair on your head! Not even a hair on your head!"
Hearing Zhang Chehe's words, the foreign doctors gritted their teeth and risked their lives one by one, just to keep Zhang Minnong's body from moving at all!
Of course, as a result, several people's faces were suddenly filled with pain!
This posture is tiring!
They didn't know how long the medicine would last, so they could only persist silently.
Jiang Qiu felt much relieved when he saw the sweat on several people's heads.
Although Jiang Qiu did not think that he was a small-minded person, several foreigners said something that looked down upon Chinese medicine, which made Jiang Qiu feel uncomfortable inside.
After all, as the inheritor of Immortal Shennong, Jiang Qiu just couldn't listen to others saying that Chinese medicine was not good.
In fact, the silver needles on Zhang Minnong's body could have been removed long ago, and there would be no impact if they were continued to be inserted.
Even if the silver needle breaks inside the body, just use tweezers to pick it out, it's no big deal.
More than an hour passed.
Jiang Qiu was drinking tea comfortably, while the expressions of several foreign doctors were already distorted and very ferocious!
It was as if he had just endured some unparalleled torture!
"Okay... are you ready?"
One person bared his teeth and asked.
Jiang Qiu smiled, looked at the time and said.
"about there."
After saying that, he stood up and pulled out the silver needles one by one.
Suddenly, several foreign doctors seemed to have been granted amnesty!
My arms, wrists and other places are all sore and unbearable!
Everyone looked at Jiang Qiu as if they wanted to eat him!
Just then, the housekeeper walked in carefully holding a bowl of brown soup.
Jiang Qiu took it and fed Zhang Minnong to drink it bit by bit.
Everyone stared with big eyes and small eyes, expecting a miracle to happen.
However... after a few minutes, Zhang Minnong showed no change.
After a few more minutes, there was still no change.
Several foreign doctors looked at each other and stared.
"That's it? There's no change at all, that's it?"
Pu Yanran was a little embarrassed, wondering whether she should translate it to Jiang Qiu.
Zhang Chuhe looked hesitant and didn't know whether he should ask Jiang Qiu what was going on?
After waiting for about ten minutes again, several foreign doctors could no longer bear it.
Each one of them spread their hands to express confusion, and stared at Jiang Qiu to express disdain.
"That's it? Is this what Chinese medicine is all about?"
"You have been doing this for so long and there is no change at all? How dare you call it medicine?"
"I knew it wouldn't have any effect! It's just a lie! Superstitious! This is not serious medicine!"
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Foreign doctors are furious!
Zhang Chehe was also embarrassed and said.
"Doctor Jiang, why...why hasn't there been any movement?"
Jiang Qiu took a sip of tea and said calmly.
"Don't worry, let the medicine take effect for a while."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a coughing sound like a thousand-year-old phlegm stuck from the bed!