The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

"Mr. Ding, what do you mean?" Huang Xiangbei couldn't help but ask.

Ding Kang'an put on his signature smile and spoke in a low voice but with an unquestionable momentum, "You are the guests warmly invited by my Ding family. You are all distinguished guests. I kicked Qin Fan out to give everyone face and appease them. Now I will Inviting him back is a sign of hospitality.”

"My face has completely sunk to the ground today. I have driven people away and invited people, and I have stood up at the same time. I hope everyone will not spread it everywhere and leave me some thin face to hide my shame."

It must be said that Ding Kang'an is a born businessman, and he resolved the delicate atmosphere with just a few words.

Everyone had a smile on their face and automatically ignored what happened just now.

"Master, didn't you say that if Qin Fan lost the medical battle, you would accept him as his disciple?" Huang Xiangbei smiled sinisterly and said to add insult to injury.

Xue Delin said angrily: "You have talent but no virtue, you are not worthy of being my apprentice!"

Qin Fan had been enduring his tit-for-tat out of respect for the old man, but he didn't expect that he would go further and now put himself at the moral high ground.

So he retorted in a cold tone: "Doctor Xue Guoyi, from the beginning to the end, I didn't admit defeat, right?"

Xue Delin glared at him angrily, "Are you still stubborn at this point?"

"The Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate can indeed cure Mr. Ding's disease. I'm right about that."

"Doctor fighting must be realistic. You don't know this acupuncture technique at all. What's the use of just talking about it?"

"Who said I can't?" Qin Fan asked.

"You..." Xue Delin pointed at him, his face was like a ripe eggplant, black with purple, and he shouted angrily: "Okay, I will convince you today, Xiangbei, prepare for acupuncture!"

"Yes, Master!" Huang Xiangbei held the medicine box in his arms.

Ding Kang'an looked overjoyed and said, "Doctor Xue Guo, I have prepared a special room for you to treat your illness in peace."

He led everyone through the corridor and arrived at a room with "Treatment Room" written on the door.

This is a well-designed ward. The walls are made of tempered glass and you can clearly see inside.

Usually Mr. Ding sleeps in this room, so that doctors can observe his physical condition and take first aid measures in time if any accident occurs.

Before going in, Qin Fan reminded: "Mr. Ding, you have to think carefully. Mr. Ding's body is not suitable for using short needles to extend his life. That is very risky. A little carelessness may worsen his condition."

"Oh, you are just a young boy, and you still want to teach the masters of Chinese medicine to practice medicine?" Huang Xiangbei said angrily: "Master, in my opinion, this person is not worthy of Chinese medicine at all."

Xue Delin said coldly: "When I return to the capital, I will respond to the Bureau of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Black sheep like this should be expelled as soon as possible!"

Qin Fan was also angry. The great master of Chinese medicine had such a small vision, and his virtue was simply unworthy of him.

Originally, he wanted to save some face for Xue Delin so as not to make a fool of himself in public, but he didn't appreciate it, so he deserved it.

The glass door was closed, and only Master Xue Delin and Mr. Ding were in the treatment room. The rest of the people gathered around to watch, one or two with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing any details.

There are not many opportunities to observe the masters of traditional Chinese medicine. Although they hate the northern sect, they are also in awe of Xue Delin, because becoming a master of traditional Chinese medicine has nothing to do with the northern and southern sects. It is because his medical skills have been recognized by the entire Chinese medicine community.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xue Delin finally took action.

He twisted a short needle that was too short to be seen between his thumb and index finger, and the needles fell.

"I hope Xue Delin can be careful not to pierce Yaoyanguan, Shenque, and Zhongzhu acupoints." Qin Fan said with a worried look.

When He Dongchu heard what he said, he couldn't help but ask: "Doctor Qin, is there anything special about these three acupuncture points?"

"The Yaoyang Pass belongs to the Governor Vessel, located on the lower back, where Qi and blood are active. The Shenque Point belongs to the Ren Vessel, which is the key to the exchange of essence, Qi, Shen, and blood. The Zhongzhu Point belongs to the Chong Vessel, where Lengjiang Menstrual Water flows from This is injected into the body. These three points are the key points of the eight extraordinary meridians, responsible for the circulation of qi and blood in the human body..."

Qin Fan looked inside and said: "Mr. Ding's meridians are fragile. If Doctor Xue Guo gathers Qi and blood in these three acupuncture points, he may burst the blood vessels..."

"No way?" He Dongchu's eyelids twitched and he said, "Since Dr. Xue Guo dares to use this method, it proves that he knows what accidents will happen, so there should be no problem."

"I hope so." Qin Fan sighed, "It's a pity that the Ding family doesn't believe in my medical skills, otherwise there would be better treatment methods."

"Traditional Chinese medicine attaches great importance to reputation. When outsiders see a bunch of titles, they will think that they are authoritative." He Dongchu said with a wry smile: "Famousness is much more useful than ability. I understand that very well."

He is different from Xue Delin. Xue Delin comes from a family of serious Chinese medicine practitioners. He has an aura since he was born, so he doesn't have to worry about no one knowing about it.

He Dongchu came from an ordinary family. When he was in college, he accidentally embarked on the path of studying medicine. Fortunately, he had excellent grades and was spotted by the president of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the time and accepted him as a close disciple.

It took nearly 30 years to go from apprentice to master, and with unremitting efforts, he became a master of traditional Chinese medicine within a few decades.

If it were not for the problems with Sancai Acupuncture, maybe He Dongchu could defeat Xue Delin and become a master of Chinese medicine.

Being famous and not being famous are two different treatments. After becoming famous, he will be worshiped as a Bodhisattva wherever he goes. Even a slight cough will be interpreted too much.

While the two were chatting, Xue Delin had already injected Yaoyangguan.

"Alas!" Qin Fan sighed heavily, "It's over!"

He Dongchu said: "Mr. Xue Guo must have used short needles to extend his life more than once. He will have experience in handling it."

"Mr. Ding, please open the door quickly. There is a problem with Dr. Xue Guo's acupuncture method. If it is not dealt with in time, someone may die." Qin Fan hurriedly said to Ding Kang'an.

"Divine Doctor Qin, although I am not a medical student, I also know that doctors cannot be disturbed during acupuncture. You can just wait for him to come out." Ding Kangan comforted him with a smile.

If Mr. Jin hadn't ordered him to stay, he wouldn't have paid any attention to Qin Fan.

Qin Fan said anxiously: "Mr. Ding, it's going to be too late soon!"

"Just watch and don't make a sound!" someone shouted impatiently.

Qin Fan had no choice but to close his mouth and frown as Xue Delin applied the acupuncture.

After moxibustion on the 28 acupoints of the Du meridian, it is the Ren meridian, and the dangerous Shenque point is also among them. According to the normal acupuncture process, it will be there soon.

Qin Fan looked nervous and wanted to remind him, but unfortunately the sound insulation effect of the treatment room was very good, so even if it was noisy outside, he might not be able to hear it inside.

However, after the moxibustion on the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, Mr. Ding was still lying there calmly, without any of the accidents Qin Fan mentioned.

He Dongchu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I just said that Dr. Xue Guo knows how to deal with it, and everything will be fine."

Qin Fan was not happy but worried, and asked in a deep voice: "Miracle Doctor He, do you have a mahogany needle with you?"

"Uh..." He Dongchu said in shock: "Who still uses mahogany needles these days?"