In the ward, an impatient look appeared on Song Chengping's wrinkled cheeks.
Listening to this voice, you knew that it was your second son who was definitely in trouble again!
Alas, among the four sons, this second one is the least up to date! If the other three sons had not all had their own careers, Song Chengping would never have let Song Tianjiang follow him back to his hometown.
The next moment, Song Tianjiang stumbled into the ward with his right hand wrapped in a bandage and splint. When he saw Song Chengping, he immediately knelt down in front of the hospital bed like a wronged naughty child and cried loudly!
"Dad! You must make the decision for me!"
As he spoke, Song Tianjiang raised his broken right hand high, almost placing it in front of Song Chengping.
The faces of the latter and Huang Huifeng, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, both changed!
Song Chengping, in particular, looked a little ugly.
Although Song Tianjiang's son is not good enough and is probably going to cause trouble again, having his arm broken is too serious!
Song Chengping narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Song Tianjiang told the story of what happened in the Century Restaurant with runny noses and tears.
However, he obviously would not tell the truth.
In his words, he just wanted to buy that strange water spinach for the old man Song Chengping, but he was beaten.
What he said was a shocking act of filial piety. As for the fact that he wanted Sister Zheng Xuedong to spend the night with him, he didn't even mention it.
Song Chengping frowned, waved his old big hand, and interrupted impatiently.
"Okay, what virtues do you have that I don't know about? To be honest..."
Before he finished speaking, an urgent voice came from outside the ward.
"Mr. Huang, come and take a look. There are a group of patients here. We...have never seen such symptoms."
In the ward, Huang Huifeng, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, frowned slightly, while Song Chengping and Song Tianjiang also turned their heads.
After a while, several nurses pushed seven mobile beds into the ward, and there was a strong man lying on each bed.
Fortunately, Song Chengping's ward is relatively large and does not seem crowded.
Song Tianjiang was stunned for a moment, and then said in shock.
"This...aren't these my bodyguards?"
Lying on the mobile hospital bed were the seven bodyguards who were unable to move after being tapped by Jiang Qiu at the Century Restaurant.
The little nurse looked worried.
"Mr. Huang, you are a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Please take a look at it. The symptoms of these seven people are too strange."
"I have done a full-body CT scan and various examinations, but no cause of the disease can be found. It was said that he was sent here after a fight, but there is no trauma at all on his body. He is just unconscious."
When Huang Huifeng heard this, his slightly gray eyebrows knitted together, and he stepped forward and walked around the seven strong men.
"Hiss~"
Huang Huifeng frowned, as if he had encountered some century-old problem.
After fidgeting around the seven strong men for quite a while, Huang Huifeng suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed.
"This is! What an exquisite acupuncture technique!"
Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.
Acupuncture? What? Martial arts novel?
The little nurse couldn't help but ask.
"Mr. Huang, what happened?"
Huang Huifeng pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.
"If I hadn't been blind, these seven people would have been knocked into a coma by a master who was proficient in acupuncture."
"This method cannot be detected by CT and X-ray examinations. Even in the current traditional Chinese medicine community, it has been lost for many years."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Tianjiang, who was still crying just now, nodded immediately and said quickly.
"Yes, yes, these bodyguards of mine just fainted on the ground after being lightly touched!"
When several people present heard this, they all showed incredulous expressions.
So...does such an exquisite acupuncture technique exist in this world?
The little nurse asked tentatively.
"Well, Mr. Huang, can you treat this with this acupoint technique?"
Who would have thought that Huang Huifeng would shake his head decisively, regardless of his reputation as a master of traditional Chinese medicine.
"No, this person's technique is extremely exquisite and has been lost for a long time. In terms of the control of acupuncture points alone, compared with him, I am not worthy of carrying his shoes."
Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath!
Huang Huifeng is a national treasure-level figure in contemporary Chinese medicine, and he can actually say such a thing! One can only imagine how powerful that person who taps acupuncture points is!
"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. The only way to treat them is to find the person who taps the acupoints."
After Huang Huifeng said this, he looked at Song Tianjiang with a deep look.
The latter was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned his attention to Song Chengping, trying his best to pretend to be aggrieved on his sinister face.
"Dad, you're the one who did the acupuncture. He broke my hand. You must make the decision for me!"
Song Chengping let out a long sigh and wished he could kick the unfulfilled son in front of him to death.
"Go, go, go! If you cause trouble, you should find a way to solve it yourself!"
He didn't want to pay attention to Song Tianjiang for a moment.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Huifeng on the side said.
"No, Mr. Song, you still have to go on this trip."
Hearing this, Song Chengping had a puzzled look on his brows, but when he saw Huang Huifeng's slightly narrowed eyes, he sighed and nodded.
"Okay, then I'll go there."
These words were like a shot in the arm to Song Tianjiang, making him immediately ecstatic!
If my father goes there in person, what else can't be solved?
Even in Kyoto, most people have to be polite when meeting their father! What's more, this is just a small county town.
The aggrieved look on Song Tianjiang's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a somewhat cruel smile.
Just wait! That lowly peasant boy! Let’s see how I deal with you!
And those two women from Century Restaurant, I have to teach them well tonight!
Of course, Song Tianjiang only dared to hide these thoughts in his heart, and never dared to let Song Chengping notice them.
"Dad, let me prepare the car first."
Song Tianjiang turned around and ran away with a smile on his face.
Huang Huifeng waved his hand, and several nurses nodded quickly and pushed the seven unconscious men away.
Suddenly, Song Chengping and Huang Huifeng were the only two people in the entire ward.
Song Chengping asked with some confusion.
"Why do you have to do this kind of thing for me?"
But Huang Huifeng's eyes suddenly burst into light!
"Mr. Song! Do you remember what I told you before? There is only a lost treatment recorded in ancient Chinese medicine books for your disease!"
Hearing this, Song Chengping responded subconsciously.
"Remember……"
As soon as he said these two words, Song Chengping's eyes suddenly widened and he murmured in disbelief.
"You mean... just acupuncture!?"
Huang Huifeng had a smile on his face and nodded with certainty.
"That's right! Most of the inheritance of Chinese medicine on acupoints has been lost, but I'm sure that the person who taps the acupuncture points has an understanding of acupoints that is definitely beyond anyone else in the world!"
"Perhaps there is really hope for your disease!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chengping's breathing suddenly became rapid!
"Quick! Quick! Help me over!"
This disease has tortured him for more than thirty years! Even if there is only a glimmer of hope at this time, he must seize it!
…………
A quarter of an hour later, a large motorcade stopped at the entrance of Century Restaurant.
At this time, Jiang Qiu was still chatting in Zheng Xuedong's office, waiting for lunch.
