The personal doctor of the beautiful president

"Is there anything else?" Han Xingye asked indifferently.

Zeng Yutao said with a smile on his face, "I want to apologize to you, it's because I was blind and neglected."

"Where did this come from?"

"It's all my fault, don't take it to heart." Zeng Yutao apologized sincerely, and then said to Han Lingyin: "I have to make a review to my little sister. I made a mistake of empiricism and judged people by their appearance."

Han Lingyin's temper is like this, small emotions come and go quickly, and she was suffocated because others didn't believe her before, but now she feels better when he apologizes.

"Actually, I can't completely blame you. After all, we are not familiar with each other. You have never seen my wonderful hand rejuvenation method. It is inevitable that your knowledge is a little shallow."

These words sounded weird, as if they were self-effacing, and they seemed to be pretending to be coercive.

This little girl's brain circuit is indeed different from ordinary people.

Zeng Yutao froze for a moment, but with his city, he would not be provoked by a little girl to jump three feet high.

"Don't stand outside the door, let's go in first."

Zeng Yutao politely invited Han Xingye and Han Lingyin back to the room.

"Hurry up and serve tea to Miracle Doctor Han, by the way, take out the tea leaves I treasured."

When Han Xingye came in, he didn't even take a sip of water, but now the treatment is completely different.

It is quite a bit like the allusion of "sit, please sit, please sit down, tea, serve tea, serve fragrant tea".

It can only be said that thousands of years have passed, and the ways of the world have never changed.

"Doctor Han, look at my leg, is there any way to heal faster?" Zeng Yutao asked, "How about I try my little sister's ointment first?"

Zeng Yutao hadn't changed his mentality before, and was used to a high-ranking attitude, but now he lowered his attitude after a few words from Song Lao.

Now that he took the initiative to ask for ointment, he didn't actually believe in the little girl Han Lingyin, but to show his attitude and give both parties a step down.

Zeng Yutao thought very clearly, if the ointment didn't work, Han Xingye wouldn't let him use it. He's a doctor, so he couldn't deliberately smash his own brand.

Sure enough, Han Xingye said: "In the spirit of scientific rigor, before the composition of the ointment is determined, it is better not to use it casually."

What about trust?

Han Lingyin's mentality collapsed a bit.

"Miraculous doctor Han is right, so what else can I do besides using medicine?" Zeng Yutao was unwilling to use unknown medicine from the bottom of his heart.

"Although the snake venom in your body has been treated, it has not been completely cleaned up, and some remains in the blood, but it is not very toxic and not fatal." Han Xingye said, "I will give you an injection. , put some blood to expel the remaining toxins, and the speed of recovery can be greatly accelerated."

"Ah, need an injection?" Zeng Yutao hesitated a bit with a bitter face.

In the general public's impression, great people are all indomitable, but in fact, big people are also human beings, and they are not made of steel.

Zeng Yutao was not afraid of anything, but was afraid of pain.

Ever since he was a child, what he feared the most was injections, and his liver trembled when he saw the needle tube.

There was a time when he had a fibrosarcoma on his stomach, which was low-grade malignant, and needed immunotherapy after surgery.

The operation had already made him miserable, and after an immunotherapy, his mentality collapsed even more.

The so-called immunotherapy is to inject drugs, six injections a day.

In addition, a shot of medicine that promotes white blood cell production is also added.

Seven needles a day, for seven consecutive days, his arms and buttocks were full of needle holes, and he felt like he was about to be pierced.

And this is just a course of treatment. According to the doctor's advice, a course of treatment should be carried out every three months to half a year, and it should last for at least three years.

In the end, only one course of treatment was given, and Zeng Yutao quit. In his words, it was a low-grade malignancy and not fatal, so he simply ignored it.

The imperial physicians persuaded one by one that the disease should be cured to prevent it from recurring, and the previous hardships would be in vain.

As a result, he replied that he would wait until he relapsed.

He is a big boss, and he can only decide in the end. Just as Cai Huan Gong shy away from medical treatment, Bian Que has nothing to do with him.

Fortunately, Zeng Yutao was lucky and never relapsed.

He is such a person who is afraid of pain.

Now that Han Xingye said that he was going to have an injection to let blood out, it was scary to think about it.

Xie Sikai was of course clear about Zeng Yutao's situation. He asked Han Xingye, "Can I not get an injection? It's not because I'm afraid of the pain, but because I'm dizzy."

Guys, this explanation is spot on.

Han Xingye understood, and said, "My acupuncture method doesn't hurt at all, and it's even very comfortable."

Impossible, can acupuncture be comfortable?
Zeng Yutao had an expression of "Don't lie to me".

Han Xingye took off the ring from his hand, untied it into a nine-inch silver needle, and then pierced it from the coffee table in front of Zeng Yutao, piercing it directly.

Zeng Yutao was terrified when he saw it: Oh my God, this coffee table is made of marble, why is it in your hand, it looks like it's made of tofu?If you prick my leg with a needle, will I faint here?

"I've seen Miracle Doctor Han's method, it's very powerful, so, can you stop doing it?"

Han Xingye didn't talk nonsense with him, and got the needle in one shot.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts." Zeng Yutao cried out in pain, and then he realized that he was purely subconsciously conditioned, but in fact it didn't hurt at all, and even felt a little warm and comfortable.

Han Lingyin watched from the side, but was not convinced.

She felt that Han Xingye didn't use her ointment because he didn't trust her. Could it be that he said that he had no choice but to act rashly.

Snake venom remains in the blood, can you drain it by bloodletting?Isn't that funny, how much blood has to be drained, is it possible to drain all the blood in the whole body?
It was clean, but the people were gone.

Han Lingyin didn't like Han Xingye's approach at all, but when she saw Han Xingye's needle technique, she suddenly felt a little familiar.

She subconsciously thought that she might be dazzled, rubbed her eyes, and looked carefully again, the more she looked, the more frightened she became.

Han Xingye actually used the technique of Taiyi magic needle.

Using the Taiyi needle to let blood, is it a cannon to beat mosquitoes?
Of course not, because Han Xingye's purpose was to force out the toxins left in his blood.

Zeng Yutao's blood flowed out with the silver needle. It was black at first, and then gradually turned red. When the bleeding was completely bright red, Han Xingye took out the silver needle to stop the bleeding.

As the poisonous blood was discharged, Zeng Yutao's black legs visibly turned white.

In Zeng Yutao's eyes, he couldn't hide his surprise: My God, is this a miracle?