Female President's Handy Doctor

Zeng Nan came to the patient with an acupuncture box, and was stopped by Pei Baifeng just as he was about to perform acupuncture.

"Wait a minute..."

Zeng Nan asked: "What's wrong? I'm not allowed to be treated again?"

Pei Baifeng said: "Although you are the ones who are treating, we have the responsibility of supervision. We can't let you people smash the signboard of traditional Chinese medicine. Now I ask you, have you sterilized the golden needle?"

Zeng Nan replied without thinking: "It's been disinfected, what's wrong?"

Pei Baifeng smiled and said, "You think disinfection is all right? What age is it, and you still use this old method? Our hospital has started to use disposable composite metal needles, which can not only avoid cross-infection, but also Ensure cleanliness and sanitation, even if you are so backward, how dare you say that you can cure any disease?"

Yu Tong asked: "Since your needles are so miraculous, why don't you give this patient acupuncture?"

Pei Baifeng snorted coldly: "I didn't say that acupuncture can cure liver cancer, you continue."

It was obvious that Pei Baifeng came here to find faults. Now that the faults have been picked, there is no need to continue to stop him.

Zeng Nan snorted coldly: "Pretentious, how can Chinese medicine develop with people like you?"

Pei Baifeng said: "Don't waste time, if you can treat it quickly, if you can't, just give it a good word, and we will send the patient back to the hospital as soon as possible."

Yu Tong nodded to Zeng Nan, and Zeng Nan began to administer needles to the patients, and Zeng Nan was addicted to it from the very beginning.

Each needle seemed to come alive in his hands, and Zeng Nan didn't even need to deliberately control the depth. It seemed that something in the patient's body was attracting the golden needle, and it stopped exactly where it should stop.

At this moment, Zeng Nan was completely convinced. This master did not admit wrongdoing. If he could also have this kind of skill, he would be the best in the field of acupuncture and moxibustion.

The golden needles were pierced one by one, and Pei Baifeng's mocking voice came from the side again.

"Did you see it? How slow is his speed? That's it, my apprentice's level is higher than his."

Just as Pei Baifeng kept making criticisms, Yu Dahong walked in wearing an old dress rubbing his waist, looked at Yu Tong, gave Luo Qiu a wink, and came in front of Pei Baifeng.

"Oh...doctor, my back hurts, can you give me acupuncture?"

Pei Baifeng said: "Go away, I'm not a doctor here, what do you want me for?"

Yu Dahong said: "I was looking for them, but just now you said that your medical skills are much better than theirs. Since you are so good, I must be looking for you. Why should I look for them?"

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Didn't Chairman Pei always say that our family's Chinese medicine is not good? Why don't you show us your skills?"

Yu Dahong immediately said: "Yes, didn't you say that your apprentices are better than him? Hurry up and give me two injections, it hurts me to death."

The reporter couldn't help but walk over.

"Old Pei, you are the president of the Association of Chinese Medicine, why don't you let everyone open their eyes."

Pei Baifeng secretly scolded the reporter for his poor eyesight, but with a smile on his face, he asked, "My brother, what is your backache? Is it an injury? Or did you catch a cold?"

Yu Dahong said: "I don't know what's going on, I just woke up this morning and it hurts. Aren't you a grown-up? Feel my pulse."

Pei Baifeng felt Yu Dahong's pulse and found that Yu Dahong was fine, so he immediately became confident.

"It should be because of a cold, Yu Tong, is it okay to borrow a bed?"

Yu Tong smiled and said, "Of course it's no problem."

A bed was lifted from the second floor, and Yu Dahong lay down on it. At this time, Pei Baifeng also had someone fetch the aluminum alloy steel needles used for one-time acupuncture, and then showed off to the reporter.

"See? These are the needles used in our hospital today. Each group is packed in a plastic bag and stored in a vacuum."

After the reporter praised him a few words, Pei Baifeng began to give Yu Dahong acupuncture.

After one injection, Yu Dahong jumped up with a groan.

"Oh...it hurts me to death, do you know how to get needles?"

Pei Baifeng blushed suddenly.

"Don't be so weak, okay? The acupuncture needles are so thin, how could they hurt?"

Yu Dahong said: "Did you get the injection or I? I don't know if it hurts or not? You must have missed it."

At this time, Yu Tong also understood that Yu Dahong was playing with Pei Baifeng, nodded, and said very seriously: "Novices do make this kind of mistake, and once they miss the patient, it will hurt very much."

Yu Dahong said: "You look like a half bucket of water, replace me with someone else."

Seeing the reporters taking pictures all the time, Pei Baifeng's beard almost crooked.

"Don't make trouble out of no reason, I will get sidetracked? I am the president of the Chinese Medicine Association."

"I don't care who you are? I knew you were hurting me, so I changed immediately, otherwise I'm going to sue you."

Pei Baifeng's teeth itch with hatred.

"It won't hurt if you lie down. Don't move this time. I'll tie it up for you."

Yu Dahong asked: "Really? Don't lie to me, what should I do if it hurts again?"

Pei Baifeng said: "If it hurts again, I'll replace you."

Yu Dahong nodded: "Okay, if you hurt me again, you are a dog."

Pei Baifeng wanted to scold, but the reporters followed him, and he didn't intend to be as knowledgeable as Yu Dahong.

After the injection, Yu Dahong didn't complain of pain, which made Pei Baifeng heave a sigh of relief.

But when the eighth needle was inserted, Yu Dahong suddenly turned his head, pointed at Pei Baifeng and scolded angrily, "You...you dare to harm me."

Pei Baifeng was frightened by Yu Dahong's appearance. Although his acupuncture techniques are not very good, he still has a good understanding of the depth of the position, so he should not be stuck like this.

Seeing Pei Baifeng retreating, Yu Dahong spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his limbs began to twitch violently.

Pei Baifeng was terrified and hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

"Everyone saw it, I didn't do anything to him."

Everyone despises Pei Baifeng collectively, what's the matter?When the person came, it was just a backache. After a few injections, you vomited blood and convulsed, and you said nothing happened?what do you want

Yu Tong held back his laughter. This master is less reliable than what his grandfather said, but I have to say that he feels much more comfortable now. Seeing Pei Baifeng deflated, Yu Tong feels that maybe Yu Dahong is the natural enemy of people like Pei Baifeng. It still needs to be grinded by the wicked.

Seeing that Yu Tong wasn't worried at all, Luo Qiu couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah...President Pei really has good medical skills, hurry up and see what's going on with people, you can't let people die here."

Yu Dahong's acting skills were overwhelming, his whole body continued to twitch, and the bed creaked. At this moment, no other doctors dared to step forward. After all, Pei Baifeng didn't understand what was going on, and no one was willing to go up to top the tank for Pei Baifeng.