Rural Shennong

Meng Qingxin raised his head, so as not to let the tears in his eyes flow down.

He opened his mouth wide, breathing greedily.

The air in the operating room with a strong smell of disinfectant made him feel so sweet.

Chen Ping patted him on the shoulder: "It's almost done, your lungs have just been cured, and you still need rehabilitation."

Meng Qingxin wiped away her tears, jumped off the operating table, and bowed deeply to Chen Ping: "Professor Chen, I can't repay you for your kindness to my reconstruction."

"In the future, as long as you have an assignment, I, Meng Qingxin, will go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate!"

Chen Ping turned off the camera, then rubbed his chin and thought for a while: "Well, do you have a contracted entertainment company now?"

Meng Qingxin shook his head: "No!"

Chen Ping asked: "I have an entertainment company called Tiansheng, are you interested in joining?"

Meng Qingxin was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily: "I'll join!"

Chen Ping smiled: "Okay, very good!"

"In the next few days, you will follow my instructions and take a good rest."

"Five days later, I want the entertainment industry to know you again!"

Meng Qingxin asked tentatively, "Boss, do you want me to sing and shout?"

Chen Ping nodded and said, "Yes, I have an idea, let's do this..."

After talking with Meng Qingxin, Chen Ping immediately called Du Shiman.

Du Shiman said in astonishment: "You want me to hold a concert? Have you even found me an assistant singing guest?"

Chen Ping chuckled: "Well, I've found it! I'll contact you about the details of the concert."

"Now I have to go out and face the reporters, we'll talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping followed Meng Qingxin out of the operating room under Meng Qingxin's admiring gaze.

Many doctors guarding the door of the operating room were stunned when they saw the two of them coming out.

what's going on?That's the end of it?impossible!Chen Ping didn't give up, did he?

Don't blame them for being dumbfounded.

In the other operating room, Hou Wanlin had been preparing for the operation for half a day, and the operation had just started.

Just in case, Hou Hanpu was also in the operating room, standing next to the operating table.

"Huh? Why are there so few people watching the surgery?" Hou Hanpu glanced at the number of people online displayed next to the camera, frowning slightly.

He doesn't know what's going on outside.

Experts and professors from major medical institutions have seen many times of artificial lung implantation operations, and even many people have done such operations themselves, nothing new.

On the contrary, it was Chen Ping's acupuncture treatment method, which they had never heard of or seen. At this time, most people were scratching their heads to play back the video and study it.

Just when Hou Hanpu was full of doubts, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.

In order not to interfere with the operation, before entering, Hou Hanpu turned his mobile phone to silent mode.

He glanced at the incoming call, quietly walked aside, and pressed the call button: "Didn't I ask you to watch the situation over there with Chen Ping? What are you calling at this time?"

It was Hou Dairan who called, and his tone was very anxious: "Old ancestor, Chen Ping's operation is finished."

"No, no, it's not an operation. His acupuncture treatment is over."

Hou Hanpu dissatisfied: "So what, the faster he finishes, the more perfunctory he is and the less confident he is!"

Hou Dairan said anxiously: "No, the old ancestor, Chen Ping didn't play it perfunctory."

"I observed the whole process of his acupuncture and moxibustion."

"On the live broadcast platform opened by the Medical Council this time, experts and professors from major medical institutions are all blown up."

"Chen Ping seems to have really cured that patient with acupuncture."

Hou Hanpu couldn't believe his ears: "What? Say it again, Chen Ping really cured that man?"

It didn't matter what he shouted. Hou Wanlin, who was undergoing surgery, was startled and his heart beat wildly, and the scalpel trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah~!" The nurse who was assisting Hou Wanlin was taken aback: "Dean, there is a breach here!"

There was a mess around the operating table.

"The patient's blood pressure decreased, 96, 92..."

"Get the blood bag, find the blood spot!"

"What the fuck are you doing? Sucking!"

The nurse was about to cry, who knew where Hou Wanlin accidentally cut it, and the blood in his chest gushed like a bank burst.

Even the suction could not be done at all, and the blood in the patient's chest was almost filled.

Hou Hanpu, who was on the phone, couldn't care less about listening to Hou Dairan's report, and immediately ran to the operating table, pushed Hou Wanlin aside, and reached into the patient's chest.

Soon, he felt the bleeding point and stopped the bleeding.

"Huh~!" Hou Hanpu just breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously raised his head and scanned the number next to the camera, he just put his heart in his stomach, and raised his throat again.

It's really good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.

This was a live broadcast. Hou Wanlin had just screwed up the operation and suffered a hemorrhage. The news spread and the number of viewers soared.

Hou Wanlin also saw the soaring number of connections, his legs went limp and he slumped on the ground, his eyes were full of despair and he uttered two words: "It's over!"

This is a live broadcast, and it was a live broadcast that he joined forces with Xia's family, Hua Dewen and Hu Buliang before, and attracted countless top medical institutions, experts and scholars to watch the live broadcast.

He had heard the news of Chen Ping's acupuncture success just now, and it was Hou Hanpu himself who shouted it out.

But he failed the operation and had to be rescued by Hou Hanpu himself.

He has already lost this competition.

Just thinking about the scene where he was going to kowtow and kneel to Chen Ping under the eyes of all the people, Hou Wanlin had the urge to bump his head to death.

Outside the operating room, Chen Ping didn't know that Hou Wanlin's hands shook from his fright, and he made a big oolong.

Together with Meng Qingxin, he is being interviewed by the media.

Before Chen Ping could ask a question, Hu Buliang was the first to stand up and asked, "Chen Ping, you came out so soon, does it mean that you have given up this competition and decided to admit defeat?"

Sitting on the rostrum, Chen Ping said calmly: "I, Chen Ping, have cured hundreds of patients since I practiced medicine. Why do you think I have lost?"

Hu Buliang sneered, "Single lung dysfunction is a globally recognized high-risk disease, and it is very difficult to treat."

"It took you less than 10 minutes from the time you entered the operating room to the time you came out."

"The patient came out, and he showed no sign of surgery at all. How do you explain this?"

Chen Ping shrugged: "Does this need to be explained? As long as his eyes are not blind, it can be seen that he has not undergone surgery.

"I use acupuncture."

"Hu Buliang, I advise you to wear high-level glasses when interviewing in the future, so as not to ask such nonsense again!"

Hu Buliang suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and continued to ask: "At present, there is no precedent in the world where acupuncture and moxibustion can cure a patient with single lung dysfunction. How can you prove that you have cured the patient?"

Chen Ping became interested: "I first blocked the upper fork central nerve node of the patient, by the way, do you know what is the upper fork central nerve node?"

Hu Buliang looked bewildered, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

He hasn't realized yet that Chen Ping has dug a hole for him without knowing it.