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This made Jiang Hao a little embarrassed. He turned to look at Ye Ziyao, but she shook her head and said, "Forget it, go back and give Dad some medicine."

"Okay, let's go..."

Jiang Hao nodded and prepared to take Ye Ziyao away, because he also felt that there was no need to compete with the people in these Korean medical clinics.

"Hey, you can't go."

Han Zhixian immediately stepped forward and pulled Jiang Hao's arm, making him frown slightly.

But Han Zhixian thought that he was too afraid to compete with him, so he was arrogant and sneered at Jiang Hao: "If you are afraid, you can admit defeat now, because you Chinese doctors can't beat us Korean doctors."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Hao was not angry, but Ye Ziyao became angry. She turned back and glared at Han Zhixian, and said coldly: "Just because we don't care about you doesn't mean we are afraid of you."

"cut."

Han Zhixian sneered, making him despise Jiang Hao even more, and said mockingly: "It seems that you Chinese men like to hide behind women. Yes, you have no sense. You Chinese men have no sense."

"Hey, I don't like listening to your talk that much..."

A middle-aged Chinese rich man became angry and immediately shouted to Jiang Hao: "Little brother, don't embarrass us Chinese men by comparing with them."

"Yes, use Chinese medicine to teach them a lesson..." Others also shouted.

"Come if you can, I'll stand right here."

Han Zhixian crossed his arms, raised his arrogant head, looked at Jiang Hao with disdain, and sneered proudly, as if he looked down on you.

Jiang Hao shook his head and smiled. Suddenly he stretched out his hand, patted Han Zhixian's shoulder lightly, and smiled at him: "No need to compare, because there is no comparison between your Korean medicine and our Chinese medicine. But I will give you a word, don't be a human being. Be too arrogant, otherwise you will fall badly."

"you…"

Han Zhixian was lightly tapped on the shoulder by his big hand, which seemed to touch a certain nerve in him and made his body twitch...

Jiang Hao smiled evilly at him, stopped talking, turned around and left with Ye Aiqin.

"Zhixian, why are you still standing there, stop him quickly."

Han Chenpu, who was behind, saw Jiang Hao and the others walking out and immediately shouted to Han Zhixian who was standing there.

But Han Zhixian's body was stiff and he stood motionless. His eyes were wide and fearful. He tried hard to reach out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his fingers. This made Han Zhixian feel scared and panicked in his heart, and he was afraid to shout. Said: "Aboji, I can't move my body, please show me quickly..."

"what?"

Han Chenpu stared and saw something was wrong with him. He immediately went up to look at Han Zhixian and found that he really couldn't move.

"what happened?"

The Chinese tourists around were looking at Han Zhixian in amazement. Han Zhixian, who was unable to move, with a face full of panic and fear, the beautiful woman who knew something about Chinese medicine, said in surprise: "Could it be the handsome guy just tapping his acupuncture points?" ?”

"Acupoints?"

The wealthy middle-aged man was stunned and said, "Is it like a martial arts novel, where you tap acupuncture points?"

"correct."

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "But I just want to learn a little bit about it. I don't know what acupuncture point it is."

"Aboji, please untie it for me quickly..."

Han Zhixian's face was full of fear. He couldn't understand the acupuncture points that the Chinese beauty was talking about, so he had no choice but to ask his father for help.

"Zhixian, don't worry, let me study it..."

But Han Chenpu was caught off guard because he didn't know what was going on with Han Zhixian.

This scene made the Chinese aunts and uncles around laugh at them, saying: "Here's a Korean doctor. He's not even proficient in acupuncture. He dares to challenge us Chinese doctors. He's really overestimating his abilities..."

"Haha, isn't it? You are so arrogant when you have no ability. Now you are embarrassed." The rich middle-aged man looked at Han Zhixian motionless, panicked and frightened, and it felt so good to be slapped in the face.

"It seems that that little brother is an expert. Let's just listen to him and not buy these Korean ginseng..."

"That's right, let's go..."

As he spoke, the Chinese tourists in the medical center went out one after another.

Han Chenpu and the other people in the medical center were left behind, watching Han Zhixian unable to move, which made them look panicked and didn't know what to do...

"Why didn't you compete with them just now?"

Ye Ziyao, who came out holding Jiang Hao's arm and was heading back to the hospital, wondered why he didn't agree to compete with those Korean doctors.

"Haha, they can't beat your husband and me." Jiang Hao picked up a few packets of medicine, turned to Ye Ziyao and smiled confidently.

The pat on the young man's shoulder just now would probably allow them to study for a few hours.

"Look how proud you are."

Ye Ziyao likes Jiang Hao's indifferent, mature and steady look.

After all, many things cannot be solved solely by fighting.

Returning to the hospital, Jiang Hao began to treat his father-in-law's wounds with the gold medicine he prepared.

Because it was for external application, he opened the wound on Zhang Wenguo's stomach and began to pour the Jinchuang powder on it. The powder stimulated his father-in-law to grit his teeth. Jiang Hao smiled and said, "Dad, please bear with it, the pain will stop after a while."

"It's okay, Xiao Jiang, just go ahead and do it." Zhang Wenguo smiled.

But then, Han Hongjun came in with a nurse. When he saw this scene, he immediately said anxiously: "Hey, what are you doing? Stop it..."

As he went up, he stopped Jiang Hao from applying gold medicine to Zhang Wenguo's wound. Han Hongjun stared at the medicine powder on the wound and asked Jiang Hao: "What kind of medicine is this? Why did you give it to him? If you let him What should I do if the wound breaks or becomes infected?”

After being inexplicably stopped by the doctor, Jiang Hao said in English: "This is the trauma medicine I prepared myself. It is specially used to treat wounds caused by sharp weapons. The effect is very good."

"What, trauma medicine?"

Han Hongjun looked at Jiang Hao in disbelief, took the Jinchuang powder and smelled it, and asked in surprise: "What is it made of?"

"Well, it's Chinese medicine." Jiang Hao thought he didn't understand, so he said patiently.

"Is this your Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Han Hongjun asked.

"That's right, it's our traditional Chinese medicine..."

"Assie."

Han Hongjun was so angry that he cursed in Korean. He looked at Jiang Hao in disbelief and cursed in English: "How can you use this crappy medicine on a patient indiscriminately? Could it be that your traditional Chinese medicine can cure his wound?" What a hell, deal with it quickly..."

Seeing him calling a nurse to clean the Jinchuang medicine powder from Zhang Wenguo's wound, Jiang Hao frowned slightly. He could tell that the young doctor was questioning the Jinchuang medicine.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Aiqin immediately stopped the nurse from giving Zhang Wenguo the medicine to clean up the wound, glared at Han Hongjun and cursed: "This is the Jinchuang medicine prepared by Xiao Jiang. It is hundreds of times better than the Western medicine used in your hospital. Prescribe it to me quickly..."

As a result, the little nurse was forcefully dragged out by Ye Aiqin, which made her look innocent, and Han Hongjun couldn't understand the Chinese language spoken by her mother-in-law.

"This doctor."

Ye Ziyao also stood up immediately and explained to Han Hongjun: "My husband is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. This is the medicine he prepared to treat my father's wounds. Please understand, because we want to return home as soon as possible."

"What do you mean, are you questioning our hospital's treatment for him?" Han Hongjun glared and snorted to Jiang Hao and Ye Ziyao.

"No, that's not what we meant..."

"You don't have to explain this to me."

Han Hongjun shook his head and waved his hands, pointed at Jiang Hao aside, and said with a very bad attitude: "I don't care how powerful Chinese doctors are, if you send patients to our hospital, you must use our treatment methods.

If you randomly give him other medicines, our hospital will not be responsible for what happens to him, okay? "

These words made Ye Ziyao look back at Jiang Hao, not knowing what to do for a moment.