Chapter 829: Cut off all descendants
Hearing what he said, the people around him were in an uproar. When they saw the young man raising his hands, they thought he was trying to sign up.
I didn’t expect this to be a disease, and it’s really a difficult and complicated disease.
At this time, the bearded man said: "Two doctors, please save my son."
Yang Zhengdao looked at Ye Bufan and the two of them: "Two of you, who comes first?"
"Mr. Wang should come first."
Ye Bufan doesn't want to do anything too extreme, and doesn't mind if the opponent can win a round. Of course, that's if he has the ability.
Wang Xuande asked: "What is this? When did he get the disease? When did it start?"
The bearded man said: "Three days ago, the light at home broke down, and we repaired it together.
I made him hold the wiring while I was doing the wiring. Maybe it took a little longer to repair, but after the lamp was repaired, he couldn't let go of his hand.
I visited several major hospitals in the past few days and couldn't find the problem. "
Wang Xuande raised his right hand, placed it on the young man's wrist, and began to diagnose the pulse.
There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, obviously they had never seen this method of pulse diagnosis before.
After a few minutes, Wang Xuande finished diagnosing the pulse and took his right hand back.
The bearded man said nervously: "Doctor, how is my son? Can this disease be cured?"
"Don't worry. Although this disease is a bit difficult, I can still cure it. It only takes a few injections to cure it."
Wang Xuande said and looked at Ye Bufan: "Young man, what do you think?"
"Old sir, just treat me. If you cure this disease, I will lose this game."
"Buying fame and reputation, and making false claims."
Wang Xuande snorted coldly. In his opinion, the other party must have never seen this kind of disease and did not know how to diagnose and treat it, so he deliberately pretended to be generous and allowed himself to treat it.
Ye Bufan just smiled slightly, obviously he didn't care about this.
Wang Xuande took out his golden needles and began to apply them on the young man's shoulders, chest and back.
As the contemporary descendant of the Divine Acupuncture King, he does have his own uniqueness in acupuncture. His shots are fast and steady, neither light nor heavy? Every stroke is just right.
The onlookers watched quietly, wanting to see if he could cure this difficult and complicated disease.
About 20 minutes later, Wang Xuande took back all the pierced golden needles, and then waved his hand: "It's done. Put your hand down."
"That's great, Dr. Wang, thank you."
bearded man grateful
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Tears fell, but the young man still raised his hands and said anxiously: "Doctor, I still can't let go."
"What, you can't let go? How is this possible?"
Wang Xuande raised his hand again to check his pulse, and then looked at the muscles in his arms.
"Your condition is obviously caused by frozen shoulder and long-term muscle tension. I have just used Wufeng Chaoyang needle to sort out your meridians and muscles. There is no problem anymore. Why can't you let it go?"
The young man said anxiously: "Dr. Wang, I just can't let go."
"This shouldn't be the case."
Wang Xuande pondered for a moment, and then started acupuncture again.
After taking back the golden needle this time, I gave the young man a muscle relaxing massage on his shoulder, but the result was that the young man still couldn't let go.
"There really is no harm without comparison. Just look at the little miracle doctor who just treated people. It only took more than 10 minutes for each disease, not even a minute..."
"What I'm saying is that after working hard for so long, you see that I've exhausted this young man to the point where there's no effect at all..."
"I just said that there was no chance to take action. Now the little miracle doctor has given him a chance to take action. The result is that his medical skills are not good. Who can blame him..."
Hearing the commotion around him, Wang Xuande's old face turned the color of pig liver.
But I have thought of everything that should be thought of and used all the methods that should be used, but there is no effect at all.
The father and son seemed to have lost patience with him. The young man said dissatisfiedly: "Are you okay? If not, please quickly let the little miracle doctor treat me."
The bearded man followed and said: "Yes, if it doesn't work, get out of the way quickly and don't waste time here."
Yang Zhengdao saw his dilemma and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Wang, why don't you let Xiaoye give it a try."
"Oh well."
Although Wang Xuande was helpless, he was helpless. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and stepped aside.
Wang Guoan comforted him: "Grandpa, you don't have to worry, since you can't cure it, there is definitely nothing that can be done about this kid.
This is a difficult disease that no one can cure. "
Wang Xuande said nothing, but he quite agreed with this statement in his heart.
Although Ye Bufan had won two games in a row before, whether it was lumbar spine injury or cervical spondylosis, those were relatively common cases, completely different from this one.
Ye Bufan walked over and said eagerly with a big beard: "Little miracle doctor, please think of a solution quickly.
To tell you the truth, it will be me the day after tomorrow
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On the day of the son's engagement, he must find a way to put his hands down, otherwise the marriage will be ruined. "
"Don't worry, I'll take a look and then talk."
As he spoke, Ye Bufan came to the young man, looked at him but said nothing, and then walked around three times.
Everyone was confused and didn't know what this little miracle doctor was going to do.
What does it mean to not diagnose the pulse and not apply acupuncture, but to just go around in circles? Can people's diseases be cured by walking in circles?
The young man also became nervous: "Little miracle doctor, what are you going to do?"
Ye Bufan walked to the opposite side of him and stopped. He looked at him and smiled, then suddenly raised his right leg and kicked the young man hard under the abdomen.
"Let me stop you, what is going on? Does the little miracle doctor have a grudge against this person? Why did he end his children and grandchildren?"
Everyone was shocked by his actions. Everyone knew how important that place was to a man. He might have to join the palace as a eunuch even if he died.
The young man was even more frightened. He let out a scream and put down his hands, tightly protecting his lower abdomen.
Ye Bufan's cultivation has reached the point where he can send and receive freely. His kick looked extremely fierce, but in the end it stopped against the young man's hands without causing any harm.
"What are you doing? It's okay if you can't cure the disease. I haven't offended you. What do you mean by using this trick to cut off your descendants?"
The young man was furious, obviously extremely dissatisfied with Ye Bufan's actions.
At this moment, the bearded man came over and slapped the young man on the head: "You bastard, didn't you see that the little miracle doctor was treating you? Apologize to me quickly."
At this moment, the young man suddenly realized that his two hands were miraculously lowered.
"I'm sorry, little miracle doctor, it's me, the bastard, I misunderstood you."
He was overjoyed, and while apologizing to Ye Bufan, he slapped himself several times in the mouth, making a loud sound.
Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Forget it, your illness has been cured, go back."
Only then did the people around realize what was going on, and they immediately exploded.
"Look at this little miracle doctor who cured the disease easily without any injections or medicine."
"It's really amazing. He is worthy of being a little miracle doctor. He is much better than that magic needle king..."
"We are both Chinese medicine practitioners, but why is the gap so big? After a long time of fussing, it's useless. This little miracle doctor can solve all problems with just a feint..."
