Siheyuan: I earned foreign exchange in the heyday

After hearing what Chen Changan said, Yu Jinwei immediately figured it out. When he came to the Chinese Medicine Hospital and faced what Pu Lao said, he had already torn his face with Chen Changan and everyone in the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

It's ridiculous that I thought that with my status, I could say a few words like this.

Given the current declining status of traditional Chinese medicine, it cannot do anything to itself.

No matter how much I planned, I still didn't expect that Chen Changan would be so powerful.

A few words put him at a disadvantage. Thinking of what would happen to him if he was betrayed, Yu Jinwei turned around and left.

The chess piece was controlled by Chen Changan, and Yu Jinwei knew that it was impossible for him to get it from Chen Changan.

The only solution now is to find a few leaders who are familiar with me and quickly smooth out the relationship.

At the same time, I also hope that this chess piece can hold on for a little longer. Give yourself a little more time.

Chen Changan smiled as he watched Yu Jinwei flee without saying a single harsh word. That's it? You dare to come to the Chinese Medicine Hospital to cause trouble?

Pu Lao couldn't help but smile as he looked at Jin Wei's back. He was filled with emotion. As long as Chen Changan was there, Chinese medicine could still be saved.

Looking at the smile on Pu Lao's face, Chen Changan said, "Pu Lao, don't be too happy too soon. The matter is not over yet.

There is a patient upstairs who needs your "treatment".

Chen Changan deliberately emphasized the word "treatment".

Pu Lao understood immediately, and his smile widened. He nodded to Chen Changan and hurried to the second floor.

At this time, of course, the goal is to "treat" the patient as quickly as possible.

Looking at the crowd in the hall, Chen Changan shouted, "Okay, okay, the fun is over.

Those who want to continue the massage can continue the massage. The staff can continue to do what they are supposed to do. ”

Then Chen Changan called two security officers to continue maintaining order in the lobby of the Chinese medicine hospital.

Chen Changan also went to the second floor. He also wanted to see how Mr. Pu treated patients.

Chen Changan had just reached the second floor when he heard a pig-slaughtering scream coming from the treatment room not far away.

So I walked over curiously and saw Mr. Pu massaging the patient's neck with all his heart.

But the pig-slaughtering screams were getting weaker and weaker. When Chen Changan got closer, he realized that it wasn't that the pressure didn't hurt anymore, but that it hurt so much that he couldn't scream anymore.

His face was distorted beyond recognition, and his back and legs were held down tightly by two security guards.

The veins on his hands bulged as he tightly grasped the massage bed, and the pig-like screams slowly turned into sobs.

Finally, he couldn't bear the pain any more, and his sobs were mixed with "I said, stop pressing. I said, stop pressing."

After all, Mr. Pu was old, so he stopped pressing the button for a short while and looked around. He saw that there were only Chen Changan and two security personnel around him.

They are all people who don't understand Chinese medicine. I wanted to say something, but I thought it would be like talking to a cow if I talked to them about Chinese medicine.

Looking at the person who was still wailing under his hands, he felt that it was not enough and wanted someone to continue massaging him. But Chen Changan didn't know how to do it either.

After all, this person is really sick. If someone who doesn't know how to do it presses hard, something really might go wrong.

Although his neck was still aching, he waited until the other party stopped.

Not daring to neglect it, he immediately said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Can you please stop pressing it?"

Chen Changan ignored his plea for mercy and looked at Pu Lao.

Since he was asking Pu Lao to "treat" him, Chen Changan would definitely not speak without permission until Pu Lao said the "treatment" was completed.

Mr. Pu looked left and right, and finally took out a pack of silver needles from the small medicine box next to him.

Then Pu Lao said to the patient, "Your neck, I think massage alone will not be very effective. It still needs to be combined with acupuncture treatment to achieve the best effect.

After all, I still need to cure you within three months, and without acupuncture, it might be a little difficult."

As Pu Lao finished speaking, he also took out the first silver needle from the acupuncture bag. A slender silver needle that was 20 centimeters long.

People who don't know this thing are scared just thinking about it piercing their body.

Pu Lao took the silver needle and looked at it, then gestured at the patient's neck and shook his head. He said to himself, "This is the neck, the silver needle is too short. It won't work."

He then put the silver needle back and took out a longer one from the acupuncture bag.

This silver needle was nearly thirty centimeters long, and even Chen Changan was a little scared when he saw it.

The person who was still lying on the massage bed was also frightened when he saw the silver needles that Pu Lao took out. He even forgot to beg for mercy.

Pu Lao nodded in satisfaction at the silver needle, and then unceremoniously took out a box of matches from Chen Changan's pocket.

Then he lit one and simply disinfected the silver needle.

Chen Changan looked at Pu Lao's simple disinfection, then looked at Pu Lao's hands, and didn't know why it couldn't be disinfected in this way.

Then Pu Lao's hand flashed, and when he slowed down, the silver needle in his hand had disappeared.

Then Chen Changan discovered that the silver needle had been inserted into the patient's neck.

Chen Changan had to admit that this technique was really fast. Unlike the Chinese medicine practitioners of later generations, acupuncture required a long time of studying the acupuncture points before daring to move the needle.

After this, Pu Lao's movements became faster and he inserted the needle one by one.

In just a few minutes, his neck was full of stabbing wounds.

These silver needles are of different heights, and because they are so thin, some of them are still shaking.

Then Mr. Pu flicked a few of the needles with his fingers.

Then, without waiting for the trembling to stop, he picked up some silver needles.

As Mr. Pu began to move, the patient finally responded.

She cried out loudly, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, please stop stabbing me, I have no feeling below my neck, please stop torturing me.

I said, the day before yesterday, it was Doctor Yu who gave me five yuan to let me cause trouble.

Since I didn't achieve his goal, he said that he would buy me a set of clothes if he brought me here this time.

When I get to the Chinese medicine hospital, I just need to insist that my neck was dislocated there. After the job is done, I will be given ten yuan.

He also promised to find me a job in the hospital. I finally agreed.

I admit that I was bewildered and shouldn't have agreed to accept his money. Leaders, considering that this is my first mistake, can you forgive me?"

Chen Changan thought about it. This kind of person should be punished and sent to the police station, and then he would do what he should do.

But Yu Jinwei couldn't be let off. With a witness, Chen Changan was ready to go to the department to complain to Aunt Feng.

When Pu Lao heard this, he did not make any comment. After all, the division of labor was different, and Chen Changan needed to do what he should do.

He also needed to continue his treatment. So he said, "You really have a dislocated neck. I'm helping you with the treatment. Don't be afraid. It won't take long to heal."