Beauty President's Super Berserker

Almost all advanced cancers have lymphatic metastasis, and careful peripheral lymphatic dissection is required. The entire operation lasted for three and a half hours.

Liu Piaoxu had been holding onto Xiang Zangfeng's right hand tightly all the time, and didn't separate for a second, but the unstoppable cold sweat still soaked the palms of both of them until the operation was over and Liu Zhonggui woke up from the anesthesia.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your generous help. Otherwise, even if we successfully rescued the patient, the operation would not be able to continue. Do you have time tonight, Mr. Xiang? I would like to invite Mr. Xiang to have a light meal and express my gratitude."

As soon as Liu Zhonggui was dealt with, Director Liu quickly ran out of the operating room, thanking him sincerely.

"It's fine to eat. Director Liu insisted on letting me stay. He must have something to do with me, right? If you need my help, Director Liu might as well say it clearly."

Xiang Zangfeng looked at Director Liu with a smile and said bluntly.

"—"

Xiang Zangfeng's quick words made Director Liu suddenly not know what to say.

After all, what he wants to learn is the Nine Needles of Huanyang that even Hu Zhanyong regards as a treasure!

He and Xiang Zangfeng were strangers, so it was too abrupt to speak rashly.

Director Liu originally planned to wait for the third round of drinking, and when the atmosphere became lively, he would look for an opportunity to plead with Xiang Zangfeng.

"If I'm not wrong, Director Liu probably wants to learn how to return Yang Jiuzheng?"

Looking at Director Liu who was silent and coy, Xiang Zangfeng simply took the initiative to clarify the topic for him.

In fact, when Director Liu asked him to stay, Xiang Zangfeng had already guessed what Director Liu was thinking.

When he was studying Chinese medicine with Hu Zhanyong, Director Liu had seen the miraculous effect of Huanyang Nine Needles with his own eyes, so he would not be unfounded at all, worrying about the occurrence of anesthesia intolerance again.

Why did he insist on letting himself stay?The answer is already obvious.

"Mr. Xiang's eyes are as bright as fire. To tell the truth, I have always wanted to learn this magical acupuncture method, and I have begged Mr. Hu several times, but Mr. Hu is an old-school traditional Chinese medicine practitioner with a strong sense of sect."

Director Liu blushed slightly, and Nuonuo said, "I also know very well that my request is too abrupt, but this is my lifelong wish, and I ask Mr. Xiang to fulfill it."

"Old-school Chinese medicine does have a strong sense of sect, which is one of the reasons why Chinese medicine is declining day by day, but Hu Zhanyong refuses to teach you, but it is not all because of the sect."

Xiang Zangfeng looked directly at Director Liu and said seriously.

"What's that for?"

Director Liu couldn't help asking.

"The Nine Needles of Huanyang may seem simple, but it contains dozens of changes, and it requires extremely high hand speed and precision."

"Even if you get the true biography of a famous master, there is only one person in a hundred who can learn the nine needles for returning yang. If you don't practice acupuncture randomly, then it is not a magic needle for saving lives, but a quack doctor who kills people."

Xiang Zangfeng said with a serious face.

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your explanation."

Director Liu shook his head dejectedly, but then he said stubbornly, "But I still want to try, I ask Mr. Xiang to teach you."

"It's okay to teach you, as long as you can pass the assessment of learning the Nine Needles of Huanyang." Xiang Zangfeng readily agreed.

"Then how to test?"

Director Liu asked excitedly, and a fiery light flashed quietly in his eyes.

Others can't help pricking up their ears, especially the anesthesiologist who is always at risk of anesthesia.

As a medical staff, who would not want to learn this magical acupuncture?

"Two catties of rice, count the exact number of grains within 10 minutes, and only take one grain at a time."

Xiang Zangfeng paused, and said bluntly, "I have observed Director Liu carefully just now, and your operation is indeed very good and meticulous. It is worthy of being a surgical knife in the Provincial People's Hospital, but your hand speed is limited. The odds are slim to none.”

"On the contrary, this surgical nurse is agile, precise and orderly, and has the potential to learn how to return the nine needles."

Director Liu couldn't help but look sad at Xiang Zangfeng's words, but the little nurse who was pointed by Xiang Zangfeng was full of excitement.

"Mr. Xiang, are you really willing to teach me how to return the nine needles?"

The little nurse couldn't help but asked excitedly.

"It's not just you, everyone present counts as one. As long as you can pass my assessment, I can teach you all unconditionally."

Xiang Zangfeng looked at the crowd and said loudly.

"really?"

The middle-aged anesthesiologist couldn't help asking excitedly.

"Of course it's true. I'm not a doctor anyway, so I don't have to worry about my disciples starving to death, so why should I treasure my broom, right?"

Xiang Zangfeng said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

In fact, the concept of the door of the old school of Chinese medicine is formed by the concept of small farmers.

Moreover, this kind of small peasantism does not only exist in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

This narrow concept of portal is definitely a huge obstacle to the progress of the industry, especially the medical skills of curing diseases and saving lives.

If not, Chinese medicine, which has been passed down in China for thousands of years, would not have declined to the point it is today.

Although Xiang Zangfeng naturally wouldn't cherish himself with a broom, the assessment standard must not be lowered.

When Xiang Zangfeng was learning the Nine Needles of Rejuvenating Yang, that was what old man Liu asked him to do. He didn't dare to lower the threshold rashly and teach a group of murderous quack doctors.

After chatting briefly with everyone and leaving contact numbers with each other, Xiang Zangfeng pushed Liu Zhonggui back to the intensive care unit, and carefully moved him back to the hospital bed.

"Zang Feng, thank you for saving my father."

After moving Liu Zhonggui back to the hospital bed, Liu Piaoxu hurriedly bowed deeply to Xiang Zangfeng, and said gratefully.

At the moment when the nurse signed the notice, Liu Piaoxu really felt that the whole world collapsed.

From childhood to adulthood, her father is the only affection and warmth she can feel!

If her father really left her just like that, there would be nothing but desolation left in her world of family affection.

Liu Piaoxu can swear that she will never forget Xiang Zangfeng's great kindness in her life.

"It's easy to do. Director Liu doesn't have to do this. I'll buy it for you if Director Liu wants to eat tonight."

Xiang Zangfeng helped Liu Piaoxu up, and asked with a smile.

"I'm not hungry yet, thank you."

Liu Piaoxu's careful care moved Liu Piaoxu even more.

As soon as the words fell, Liu Piaoxu suddenly leaned in front of Xiang Zangfeng, and kissed Xiang Zangfeng's lips like a dragonfly.

"—"

Xiang Zangfeng couldn't help looking at Liu Piaoxu in bewilderment.

His original intention to help Liu Piaoxu was to give her a chance because of her self-improvement and self-love, not to have a relationship with her.

Liu Piaoxu lowered her head deeply, she was so nervous that she was at a loss what to do, and the charming bright red spread all the way to the base of her neck.

"Take good care of your dad, I'm going to the reception held by Prince Harris quickly."

Xiang Zangfeng couldn't help shaking his head secretly, and hurried out of the ward.

But the moment the door closed, his face quietly turned cold.

Tonight, he's going to make a big fuss at the reception and let Harris get out of China in embarrassment, lest he make trouble in China and kill himself alive.

Better to lose face than to lose life!

This is not only the best protection for Harris and the best help for Melissa, but also the fighting method between him and Eliza's old ladies.

He wants to use a hearty victory to tell the old ladies of Elisa that the Dragon King Palace is far more powerful and powerful than she imagined, so that he can restrain many members of the royal family and put away his ridiculous sense of superiority.

Otherwise, even if they can win, it will only be a disastrous victory for both sides.

Miserable defeat!

Xiang Zangfeng believes that Eliza will make a wise choice.