Peerless prodigal system

When Wang Xiucheng heard Wu Liang say this, he almost died of anger.

One-tenth of Wu Liang's achievements can only be achieved by painstaking research until he is 70 years old, that is simply a mockery of Chi Guoguo!
Wang Xiucheng said in a deep voice that could not be suppressed: "Wu Liang, you are too arrogant. When I am 70 years old, I will definitely become a generation of miracle doctors! My Wang family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, with a profound foundation, and I will definitely achieve something in the future!"

"I really can't bear to hit you. You said that your Wang family is a family of Chinese medicine, right? But since your ancestors, there hasn't been a generation of genius doctors, so people must know how to accept reality. Oh, by the way, look at your face. You may not live to be 70."

In Wu Liang's words, there was a hint of ridicule.

However, there is some truth to what he said.

Although the Wang family is a family of Chinese medicine, from the ancestors to the present, there has not been a miracle doctor.

This is not just a matter of background, but also has something to do with luck and talent.

Moreover, looking at Wang Xiucheng's bluish-gray complexion, he will not be a long-lived person. When this person is around 50 years old, he will have insufficient energy and blood, lack of essence, and easily suffer from kidney and liver system diseases.

After hearing what Wu Liang said, Wang Xiucheng was naturally upset.

But in his family, it is true that there have been no particularly outstanding figures. The outstanding here refers to the famous doctors who can leave their names in history.

"You don't understand the historical origin of our Wang family at all. The ancestors of our Wang family were famous doctors in the late Qing Dynasty and once treated Zeng Guofan." Wang Xiucheng, who knew he was wrong, could only express his dissatisfaction with a cheeky face.

"It's amazing, but there is no name left in the history books, that's enough, I'm going to give the patients acupuncture."

Wu Liang smiled, and then concentrated on administering the needles to the patients.

Doctors have a parental heart, and they must be extremely careful when dealing with patients. Don't look at him as a fool at ordinary times, but once he encounters a serious matter, he is more focused than anyone else.

With this concentration, after the work is over, I will donate ten ambulances to suppress my shock.

At this time, Wang Xiucheng watched Wu Liang apply the needle, and silently remembered it in his heart.

If Wu Liang really cured the patient, then when he encountered a similar patient in the future, Wang Xiucheng could imitate Wu Liang's method of administering acupuncture to treat the patient.

In fact, he is a seriously wrong idea.

Wu Liang's technique of administering needles is profound, superb and mysterious, and cannot be imitated by an ordinary person like Wang Xiucheng.

Because Wang Xiucheng only knows its shape, but cannot grasp its essence.

If he imitated Wu Liang's acupuncture technique to treat the patient, he might stab the patient to death.

Finally, after 3 minutes, Wu Liang narrowed the needle.

3 minutes!
It really only took 3 minutes!

Is the patient's chronic bronchitis really cured?

"Okay, close the needle and work together." Wu Liang looked at Wang Xiucheng and smiled lightly.

Wang Xiucheng frowned heavily, walked up to the patient in disbelief, and asked the patient a few words.

"Still coughing?" Wang Xiucheng asked.

The patient replied: "No."

"Do you still feel tight in your chest?" Wang Xiucheng asked again.

The patient continued to shake his head and replied: "I don't feel chest tightness at all, I feel refreshed."

Wang Xiucheng asked the patient several questions in detail, and gave him his pulse. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Liang in shock, not knowing what to say.

The pulse was steady and strong, not like a patient's pulse at all.

"Wang Xiucheng, hurry up and take me to the ward of the last patient. My time is limited, and I have to go home when I'm done." Wu Liang said to Wang Xiucheng.

Wu Liang once again cured a difficult patient, and Wang Xiucheng's old face couldn't hold back anymore.

This patient with severe chronic bronchitis has a medical history of eight years and has been coughing non-stop. Wang Xiucheng has treated the patient for many times, but none of them have good results. They only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

But now, Wu Liang cured the patient's chronic bronchitis in only 3 minutes, which made Wang Xiucheng's old face unbearable.

This is a complete crush!

However, at this time, Wang Xiucheng was already in trouble.

He could only be cheeky and pretend not to be surprised.

Wang Xiucheng sneered, and responded to Wu Liang, saying: "A small skill, chronic bronchitis is not a very difficult disease to cure, Wu Liang, let's treat the third patient first, hehe."

"Yes, chronic bronchitis is indeed not a difficult and difficult disease to cure, but you, Wang Xiucheng, can't be cured, don't you feel ashamed? You keep saying that you are from a family of Chinese medicine, but don't you think that you are actually rubbish? " Wu Liang responded.

"It's not that I can't cure it, but that I'm usually very busy. There are many patients who need my treatment. I can't take care of all of them, so some old patients are left behind. This is one of them." Wang Xiucheng looked for a reason to proceed. quibble.

"Anyway, you can always find a reason, but your reason is not sufficient. In my opinion, it is really fake. You are an old Chinese doctor, why are you so naive? Do you think I don't have accurate judgment? Do you think Can't I tell the truth or lies? In fact, as long as you boldly admit that you can't be cured, I won't laugh at you, but your behavior of slapping your swollen face to pretend to be fat should really be laughed at."

Wu Liang disliked people like Wang Xiucheng, so he should humbly ask for advice if his skills are not as good as others. Isn't it tiring to live such a hypocritical life?

"Come on, Wu Liang, is it interesting for you to talk about this? The agreed three patients, and the last one. If you want me to obey you, you must cure the third patient." Wang Xiucheng said.

"I'll cure your patients for free, but you don't even say thank you, and you still have a cold face, why?" Wu Liang asked back.

If it is to prove himself, he has cured the chronic diseases of the first two patients for many years in the shortest time, which is enough to prove his strength.

If it continues, even if he wins, a thick-skinned person like Wang Xiucheng is unlikely to admit it.

Afterwards, Wu Liang said: "Wang Xiucheng, do you dare to play something exciting?"

"Wu Liang, what do you want to do?" Wang Xiucheng was very cautious, he didn't want to be tricked by Wu Liang.

"If I cure the third patient, you will resign and leave the Fifth People's Hospital, do you dare to bet!" Wu Liang said: "If you don't dare, just say it quickly, don't talk to a woman At a glance, you Wang family won't be so grumpy, right?"

When Wang Xiucheng heard the bet proposed by Wu Liang, his eyes and face all became serious.

To be honest, Wang Xiucheng felt that this bet was a bit big.

"Then what would you do if you didn't cure the third patient?" Wang Xiucheng was most concerned about this.

"Just like you, I will resign from now on and swear that I will never step into the field of Chinese medicine again!" Wu Liang spoke forcefully.

After Wang Xiucheng thought about it, it was obvious that Wu Liang's bet was bigger. If Wu Liang lost, he would pay a huge price, much more than he paid.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wang Xiucheng finally decided to agree to bet against Wu Liang.

"Okay, I agree, bet, bet, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Wang Xiucheng believes that his chances of winning are still very high, after all, the third patient is ankylosing.

That is ankylosing spondylitis.

Belong to the undead cancer!