President Bingshan's personal doctor

Seeing Su Han's tone, Xue Zhenzong blushed even more. He didn't care about his grandfather's anger, and said directly: "I'm really not convinced."

He looked at Su Han and snorted: "My grandpa said you are amazing, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. I can suspect that you used deception to make our grandpa believe you!"

When Xue Yang heard this, his face turned pale with anger, he pointed at Xue Zhenzong, and his beard blew up: "What are you talking about? Are you still polite!"

Wen Rujun and the others frowned.

Xue Zhenzong's words mean, don't they old guys, old and dim-witted?

If one person is deceived by Su Han, that's fine. With so many people, can they all be mistaken?

During the exchange meeting in Kyoto, they could clearly see Su Han's method. Using qi to control the needle is not the method of ordinary Chinese medicine associations. Without qigong, it is impossible to do it.

What's more, Su Han also helped Xue Yang perfect the No. 11 stitch that was missing from the thirteen stitches of the ghost gate. Could this be false?

"Your words are a little too much."

Wen Rujun took a look at Xue Zhenzong. He had watched Xue Zhenzong grow up, and he always knew that this child was arrogant, and he was always treated as a genius.

Now, Su Han appeared in front of him, a young man younger than him, but with better medical skills, how could he be convinced?

"Grandpa, Senior Wen, I don't mean to offend everyone, but I really haven't seen Su Han's medical skills with my own eyes,"

Xue Zhenzong clasped his hands and said, "I have studied Chinese medicine since I was a child. I am 34 years old this year. I am already a well-known Chinese medicine doctor. It can be said that my talent is second to none. I don't believe that Su Han will be better than me."

He said it very directly. A person younger than himself has better medical skills than himself?

How could he believe that he was a unique genius, how could he be inferior to Su Han.

Xue Yang was so angry that his fingers trembled slightly, feeling that his grandson was too ignorant, embarrassing him!

"Do you think your medical skills are better than mine?"

Su Han laughed. He had already seen that Xue Zhenzong was a man of arrogance. After all, he was honored as a genius doctor at such a young age, so he was naturally arrogant.

Seeing that he was younger than him, and in front of Mr. Xue and others, talking about his peers, he was naturally unbalanced.

"That's right, unless I see your medical skills with my own eyes, I won't be convinced."

Having just been scolded by his grandfather in front of so many people, Xue Zhenzong also felt a fire in his heart.

He didn't believe that Su Han was more talented than himself!

Everyone looked at Su Han with a half-smile on their faces, but with a hint of playfulness on their faces. Only Old Xue had a bad face.

Isn't this a joke!

Just as he opened his mouth, Wen Rujun had already opened his mouth: "It's normal to have doubts. After all, even if we didn't see it with our own eyes, we wouldn't believe that Su Han's medical skills are amazing. In this case, Su Han, why don't you show it a little bit, Let this little Xue open his eyes?"

He kind of gave Xue Yang a step down, turning the scene into an exchange immediately, so there wouldn't be any issue of impoliteness.

Xue Yang nodded, glanced at his grandson, and snorted, "Then ask Su Han to show you a little bit, open your eyes!"

He said, looked at Su Han, and naturally asked for his permission.

Seeing that several old seniors spoke up, Su Han certainly wouldn't embarrass Mr. Xue. Xue Zhenzong didn't trust him, so he didn't want to bother.

His own medical skills don't need to be recognized by him.

But judging by his excited appearance, if he is not convinced today, this guy might still blame Mr. Xue.

"Alright then, I'll convince you."

"Hmph, it's better like this!" Xue Zhenzong said dissatisfied.

"Old Xue, I see it this way. Your Xue family is the representative of the school of attacking evil, and the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is your ancestral acupuncture method. I will compare the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate with him."

As soon as the words fell, Xue Zhenzong's face turned red like a pig's liver. He felt that Su Han wanted to humiliate himself!

The Thirteen Guimen Acupuncture Acupuncture handed down by my ancestors is a method of acupuncture and moxibustion that I have learned and practiced since I was a child.

Su Han dare to compare this with himself?Will he?

What is he kidding!

Before Xue Zhenzong could open his mouth, Xue Yang's eyes lit up: "Okay! I was thinking that you would teach me, the successor of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, again, isn't that just right?"

Xue Yang seemed to be in a good mood, so he immediately asked for a mannequin to be displayed in the reception hall.

Seeing his grandfather so excited, Xue Zhenzong clenched his fists, feeling ashamed and angry.

Su Han challenges what he is best at. Is he so confident that he thinks he can win what he is proficient in?

"You're bringing shame on yourself!" Xue Zhenzong snorted coldly, thinking to himself.

Su Han's face was calm and he was not nervous at all. On the contrary, Xue Zhenzong was a little flustered. After all, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate are the acupuncture methods passed down by his Xue family ancestors, which is what he is most proficient in.

If he lost to Su Han in this, then he would be really ashamed.

"No! How could I lose? In this Xue family, except for Grandpa, no one is better than me in acupuncture!"

Xue Zhenzong glanced at Su Han, his face full of confidence: "I think you can think about it and change the way, lest you lose too ugly."

Su Han smiled: "First of all, you have to let me lose."

He didn't talk nonsense, pointed at the mannequin and said, "Just use it on this mannequin. There are so many seniors here, and your grandpa. They're all watching. It's fair."

Xue Yang nodded, and everyone else said they would take a serious look at it, which was absolutely fair.

These few people are all representatives of the school of Chinese medicine, each of them is extremely skilled in medicine, so what's the problem with being a referee?

"Well, seniors, I'll make a fool of myself!"

Xue Zhenzong took the silver needle box and opened it, cupped his hands and shouted, "Let me show it first."

He glanced at Su Han, thinking that Su Han might not even have the courage to do it again after seeing that he was doing the acupuncture?

Xue Zhenzong didn't say any more, he took out the silver needle very skillfully, it was obvious that he had soaked in the bath for many years and worked hard.

He performed the thirteen stitches of the ghost gate in one go, even the newly deduced No. 11 stitch, Xue Yang had already taught him, and it happened to be used this time.

Seeing Xue Zhenzong finishing the injection, Xue Yang stroked his long beard and nodded in satisfaction: "Overall, it's pretty good."

He is already very humble, after all, he is his grandson, and in front of so many people, it is not easy to boast directly.

When Xue Zhenzong heard his grandfather's words, he was overjoyed. He squinted his eyes and looked at Su Han with a hint of provocation.

"It's really good. Let's not talk about the thirteen needles of the ghost gate for the time being, but the timing, strength, and movements of this shot are all well grasped. Without more than ten years of basic skills, we can't do these things."

Wen Rujun nodded, and also admired.

The smug look on Xue Zhenzong's face became even stronger. He looked at Su Han and said indifferently, "Miraculous doctor Su, these thirteen needles of the ghost gate are the signature of my school of attacking evil. If you want to compare this with me, it seems Wrong choice."

"Yes."

Su Han kept watching seriously, and when he heard Xue Zhenzong's words, he stood up and said with a smile, "If you didn't watch you perform, how would you know that there are so many problems?"

(End of this chapter)