Rural Shennong

Qi Shan had thought it all over, even if Chen Ping's acupuncture was effective, he would forcefully say that it was ineffective.

If you hold your stomach for a while, you won't die.

Little trash surnamed Chen, you are still too young to choose me to be on stage. This is your biggest failure today.

Qi Shan stood on the stage carelessly: "I'm coming up, how do you want to get the needle?"

Chen Ping glanced at him: "You don't have the attitude of a patient. I didn't charge you for your treatment. What are you doing?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and flicked open the needle box on the podium, and squeezed out a silver needle.

"You..." Just as Qi Shan was about to say something more, Chen Ping suddenly raised his hand and stabbed Qi Shan's neck with a single needle.

"In order for the patient to cooperate with the treatment, I first use an acupuncture method to keep him still!"

"This acupuncture method is called the fixed body needle!"

The acupuncture method is easy to understand, but this operation is simply showing off more than 4000 [-]-carat golden dog eyes.

"Fuck, is it true?"

"Oh my god, I'm getting goosebumps!"

"I want to learn this!"

"I have a bold idea!"

Not to mention that the students were shocked, even the experts and scholars sitting in the front row shouted in shock.

Many old men stood up in shock, their necks shrugged, their eyeballs almost popped out, and they looked forward vigorously.

Chen Ping pressed his hand: "Students, please be quiet!"

Worshiping, admiring, the students all looked at Chen Ping with the eyes of a god.

As soon as he spoke, the scene immediately fell silent.

Chen Ping said calmly: "Some people in the medical field often say that Chinese medicine is metaphysics and witchcraft!"

"It's okay if some yellow-haired fanboys say so, but some people with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin say so too."

He reached out and bent one of Qi Shan's legs, lifted it to the table, and put him in a dog peeing pose.

"Is Chinese medicine metaphysics? Is it witchcraft?"

"I can only say that those people take ignorance as their personality, or they are used to licking foreigners' asses, and they don't know anything about what their ancestors have passed down, so they just spray everywhere!"

"At least what I can do with a needle now, they can't do!"

Chen Ping's words were sonorous and powerful, matched with the facts in front of him, shaking countless young students' hearts and blood.

"I want to kneel down to Professor Chen!"

"Brother-in-law is so handsome!"

"What if I want to make a villain with him?"

"This is from my house, no one can snatch it from me!"

"Don't you think Lao Qi is ashamed by Professor Chen's pose?"

The students talked a lot, but some experts and professors sitting in the front row were blushing.

90.00% of these experts and professors are studying Western medicine.

One of them had the experience of studying abroad, and also made some remarks that slandered and belittled traditional medicine.

Chen Ping's map cannon, a dozen is a large area.

But the facts are in front of him, and there is no way to refute them.

However, with Chen Ping being so slapped in the face, how could they not say a word.

"It's simply insulting, why did he put Dean Qi in that way?"

"He has medical skills but no medical ethics. No matter how good his medical skills are, I don't want to be with this kind of person!"

"What is he doing? Get him off!"

"Boom!" Shang Shouren stood up as soon as he slapped the table: "Shut up!"

"Qi Shan put forward the condition by himself, and he wants to go on stage to receive acupuncture."

"Chen Ping is a doctor, and he is now a patient. How Chen Ping wants to treat it is his business."

"And Qi Shan is the vice president of our college, and Chen Ping is the professor of our college. What they do, it's not your turn to teach them."

For Qi Shan, the opponent in the hospital, the guy who often sings against him, Shang Shouren has long wanted to deal with him.

He made an exception to give Chen Ping the title of professor, partly because he was conquered by Chen Ping's miraculous medical skills, and partly because he helped Chen Ping to attack Qi Shan.

Of course he was happy to see Qi Shan make a fool of herself.

Shang Shouren had reached this point, and the other experts and professors had no reason to refute.

He is the president of the provincial court, so his qualifications and status are there.

If anyone croaks again, Shang Shouren will blame him for kicking this person out on the spot.

Chen Ping said calmly: "I won't gossip, now I'm starting to treat Vice President Qi!"

Qi Shan couldn't speak, couldn't move his body, but his thinking didn't stop.

Being put into this pose by Chen Ping in front of more than 2000 students and dozens of peers, he was going crazy.

If he could move now, he would immediately dig a hole in the ground and bury himself, which was better than being so shameful.

Seeing Chen Ping go around to the other side of the table and slowly pick up a gleaming silver needle, Qi Shan's three souls are about to fly away in fright.

No, no, I don't want needles!

He was so terrified that his intestines were about to turn green with regret.

Just looking at Chen Ping's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Qi Shan knew that Chen Ping had bad intentions.

However, he is now a piece of meat on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered.

Chen Ping picked up Qi Shan's arm, and stabbed it needle by needle.

In less than 3 minutes, more than a dozen needles were pricked in Qi Shan's arm.

After finishing the piercing, Chen Ping picked up a mask and put it on his mouth.

Then he said into the microphone: "Please staff, open the exhaust system in the venue to the maximum!"

"Students near the windows, open all the windows!"

Everyone didn't know why, but they still obeyed Chen Ping's order.

The windows opened one by one.

"Buzzing!" The sound of the exhaust fan also sounded.

There were a few old men in the front row with disdain on their faces.

"To make a fool of yourself!"

"It's not very capable, and it's a lot of work. Does he think it's magic?"

"Heh, you have to open the windows to ventilate a disease? Isn't that witchcraft?"

"It's still witchcraft that doesn't work. If these messy things can cure constipation, why should we study medicine? Why don't we just retire and go home for the elderly!"

A middle-aged scholar said disdainfully: "If he can cure constipation with a few needles, I will perform in public!"

Chen Ping turned a deaf ear to the ridicule around him.

He looked up and looked around, and picked up the last silver needle.

"Next, it's time to witness the miracle!"

If anyone approached the podium, they would find that Qi Shan's pupils suddenly contracted extremely rapidly at this moment, which was the expression of extreme fear.

"brush!"

The last silver needle was not blocked by Qi Shan's fear, and stabbed steadily into his forearm.

The needle fell, and there was a soft "poof!" suddenly.

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

How could the needle make such a noise?

"&%￥%!"

All kinds of indescribable voices rang out one after another.

Everyone looked weird, and their ears clearly told them that the person on the stage in the pose of a dog peeing was farting loudly one after another.