C79 A mad dog that bites people

The patient did not expect that a doctor would take the initiative to treat him. He looked at Zhao Qiang and then at Li Changsong, not knowing what to do.

In the past, Lan Yuyan had a lot of respect for Li Changsong, but after what Li Changsong had done recently, Lan Yuyan only hated him a lot. She knew that Li Changsong must be taking revenge on Zhao Qiang because he couldn't participate in the Medicine King Competition.

"Doctor Li, I hope you don't have to be too serious."

Seeing Lan Yuyan protecting Zhao Qiang, Li Changsong became even angrier, and said with a strange tone: "Aiyo! Yuyan, I was curious before why you didn't find a boyfriend, but now I know you like eating young grass, so you should have told me earlier! I know quite a few young male doctors... "

Hearing that, Lan Yuyan was so angry that her lungs were about to burst, she did not want Li Changsong to make a fool out of himself and let the patient laugh, because if word of this got out, it would be bad for Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine's reputation, but who would have thought that Li Changsong would humiliate her like that?

Zhao Qiang's eyes flashed with a cold light, he looked at the furious Lan Yuyan and said: Yu Yan, it's not worth to be angry at such a mad dog that bites.

Lan Yuyan was startled, but after reacting, he glanced at Li Changsong and nodded his head, it was indeed not worth it to get angry at someone like Li Changsong.

Li Changsong was so angry that his eyeballs almost popped out. He stared at Zhao Qiang and bellowed: "Zhao Qiang, who are you calling a mad dog?"

Zhao Qiang curled his lips and said coldly, "Whoever bites is a mad dog."

When he said that, a few of the surrounding people could not help but laugh out loud. Li Changsong had the qualifications to bully a few people in the infirmary, but all of them were angry and did not dare say anything. Now that Zhao Qiang had avenged them, they secretly cheered for him in their hearts.

"Zhao Qiang, you, you …" Li Changsong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, like willow leaves swaying in the wind.

Zhao Qiang said lightly, "If you have nothing to do, then scram far away. Don't delay my treatment of the patient."

Li Changsong heard and took a deep breath in. He glared at Zhao Qiang and shouted, "Zhao Qiang, you are just an apprentice of the Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine. "Let me first ask him if he agrees?"

The corner of Zhao Qiang's mouth twitched. He looked at the patient not far away and said, "You saw the situation right now. You can choose one of your own who will treat you."

Li Changsong glared at Zhao Qiang, then looked at the patient and giggled: I am the senior doctor of this Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I am not someone that those bullsh * t apprentices can compare to, just hand over your illness to me.

The patient did not expect Zhao Qiang to be an apprentice, and looked at Li Changsong then at Zhao Qiang with a complicated gaze. He struggled intensely for a while, bit his lips, and said firmly: "I choose Dr. Zhao to treat my illness."

"What?" Li Changsong could not help but exclaim. He had already said everything so clearly, but the patient still chose Zhao Qiang. What the f * ck, what was going on?

Zhao Qiang walked over, looked at the patient and said that you made the right choice, then coldly looked at Li Changsong.

felt that he had been humiliated by Zhao Qiang from head to toe. If he stayed, he might just die of anger.

"Follow me and we'll find a quiet place."

"Yes."

The patient quickly nodded and followed Zhao Qiang. He didn't know why he chose Zhao Qiang, but he kept telling him in his heart that he must choose Zhao Qiang. Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Arriving at the lounge.

Zhao Qiang pointed at a couch and said, "Take off your clothes and lie down on it."

"Yes."

The patient immediately took off his clothes and stretched out on the couch.

Zhao Qiang took out the silver needles he had prepared beforehand and pierced them into the back of the patient. Zhao Qiang took out the silver needles he had prepared and pierced them into the patient's back; you shouldn't underestimate this kind of acupuncture.

Zhao Qiang was using the Qi to control the needles. The seven silver needles were rotating continuously with a buzzing sound. This was to clean up the chaotic 'Qi flow' inside the patient's body. This was the main reason why the patient was suffering from such a strange disease.

At this time, the patient realized that the doctor he chose was a mysterious expert. It was fortunate that Li Changsong was not chosen, otherwise, his intestines would turn green from regret.

After an unknown period of time.

With a low growl, Zhao Qiang raised his right palm and the seven silver needles flew out of the patient's body and into the silver needle box.

It was also at this time that Zhao Qiang picked up the patient, and his right hand 'crackled' a few times on the patient's body. The patient's face was red, and his stomach made a series of sounds.

Zhao Qiang had already held his breath, otherwise, he would have choked.

After a few minutes, the relaxed patient looked at Zhao Qiang and asked excitedly: "Dr. Zhao, is my disease alright?"

Zhao Qiang nodded and said, "Yes, in the past few days, you have to eat some light food to recuperate your stomach. After a week, you won't have to eat anymore."

The patient firmly remembered every word Zhao Qiang said. He respectfully and reverently bowed to Zhao Qiang and said from the bottom of his heart, "Dr. Zhao, you are my savior! "Even if I have to become an ox or a horse, I will still repay you for your great kindness."

"Don't say that, I'm a doctor. Healing a patient is part of my duty."

The patient expressed his gratitude. Recalling what had just happened, he asked with determination, "Dr. Zhao, were you trying to treat me with Qi?"

"Something like that!" Knowing that it was impossible for him to understand explaining the matter to the patient, Zhao Qiang decided to accept it.

Seeing Zhao Qiang admit to it, the patient said excitedly, "I had always thought that those Qi Masters were lies. I never thought that there would be such a capable Qi master in the world. Dr. Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone about this."

Zhao Qiang chatted with the patient for a while before walking out of the lounge with him.

When the doctors and nurses who were closely concerned about this matter found out that the patient's strange illness had recovered, they all started to discuss among themselves. The way they looked at Zhao Qiang was completely different, they felt that Zhao Qiang had stopped at Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Lan Yuyan was curious as to how Zhao Qiang cured the patient. He called him over to the side and asked.

Zhao Qiang shrugged his shoulders and said half-jokingly, "This is my secret. You want to know unless you become the person closest to me."

Lan Yuyan's face flushed as he rolled his eyes at Zhao Qiang. There are so many playthings at such a young age. If this goes on, I don't know how many women will be fooled by you. Today, I will eliminate all harm for the people. "

"I'm so scared!" "Spare us!" Zhao Qiang dodged Lan Yuyan's' attack 'and laughed.

"Zhao Qiang, you are not allowed to hide. Quickly, tell me, how did you treat this patient?"

"You can't leak it, hur hur!"

Just then, He Shi walked over, seeing that Lan Yuyan and Zhao Qiang was chasing after each other, his expression darkened, and said in a deep voice: "Dr. Blue, you are also an old man in the infirmary, why would you make such a low level mistake, write a report for me."

Ah!" When Lan Yuyan heard this, she realized that it was business time and in front of so many people, which was too embarrassing. She felt that it was all Zhao Qiang's fault, so she quickly admitted her wrongs to He Shi and gloomily went to review.