Four hundred and ninetieth chapters Hong Tao is responsible for burying
"What kind of translator can I ask for? Doesn't Pan speak several languages? Why ask someone else?" At this time, Hong Tao had already pulled the boat ashore, and he didn't quite understand the whole conversation.
"Oh, it's okay. Wang and I were talking about learning Chinese medicine. I want to try Chinese medicine." Marx was too embarrassed to say that I wanted to pirate your fish bait ingredients.
"This is a good thing! Let me tell you, Chinese medicine is still very wonderful. Although some things cannot be explained by scientific methods yet, they really work. For example, acupuncture is very magical. You know acupuncture, it just uses
Acupuncture is applied to various parts of the body. All waist pain, leg pain, neck pain, and arm pain can be treated." Hong Tao is the kind of person who knows a little bit about everything and can talk about anything. Once he listens to Chinese medicine! We understand!
"Yeah, um, um, I know. I've watched the documentary. Do you know? My shoulder hurts a little. How about you give me a prick?" Marx immediately felt confused when he heard what Hong Tao said.
Garlic is worshiped.
"..." Hong Tao didn't expect this old man to be so bad at chatting. He is allowed to brag but not to argue! Do you understand the rules?
"Are you dumbfounded? Misfortune comes from your mouth, right? Let's see how you end it." Wang Jian on the side saw Hong Tao's expression and immediately began to gloat, as if he would benefit from knocking Hong Tao down.
"Well, we don't have any equipment. The needles are specially made and need to be sterilized, otherwise they are very unsafe. You are in the medical field, so you should know this!" There are three levels of bragging.
This is a relatively low-level statement based on things that have been proven everywhere; 2.
The first type is to brag while adding some real facts to confuse the audience, which is a slightly higher level; the third type is Hong Tao's type, who only brags about other people's expertise and makes it impossible for you to tell what's wrong! It's a lick on the edge.
It's a dangerous profession of blood. If you don't play well, you will be ruined.
"Well, that makes sense, but is there any way that Chinese medicine can treat my shoulder pain? One that doesn't require surgery, medicine, or acupuncture?" Marx felt that what Hong Tao said was very reasonable, and he believed it more and more.
"It must be there! Let me tell you this, believe it or not, I can cure your disease with two empty bottles, just these bottles." Hong Tao was really excited now and planned to prove it in public.
I suddenly realized that I knew Chinese medicine.
"I don't believe it..." Schwede shook his head first. This guy who plays computer software has the same brain as a computer, he only knows 0 and 1.
"I'm... not sure!" Marx probably wanted to say he didn't believe it, but he let Hong Tao fool him again. He had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Don't get yourself hurt. There are no villages or shops here, and it's hard to find a hospital." Wang Jian understood what Hong Tao wanted to do. Most Chinese people know how to do this, but he still doesn't know how to do it.
I believe in Hong Tao’s craftsmanship.
"Don't worry, have you met Sam? He's Irene's father. When I first moved here, I would practice with him when I had nothing to do. Don't tell me, it works most of the time." Hong Tao's confidence turned out to be the result of practicing with Sam.
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"It's been a lifetime of bad luck to have a son-in-law like you!" Wang Jian couldn't bear to read any more and went back to his recliner to read.
"You don't believe it, do you? Do you want me to treat you? No medicine, no bleeding, a little bit of pain, very slight, and it will take effect within 20 minutes!" At this time, Hong Tao was buying fake mouse medicine at the morning market.
There is no difference among the hawkers.
"Come on. I really want to see this magical thing. I can bear a little pain!" Marx was like Li Shizhen who tasted all kinds of herbs. He showed a fearless spirit and fired at me in order to get rid of disease for all mankind. He patted his chest.
It has to snap.
"Don't be so nervous. I promise it won't hurt you and has no side effects. Maybe you will fall in love with it in the future. Schweder, do me a favor and clean these two empty bottles. This is to treat your brother's illness.
Ah, wash carefully." Hong Tao comforted Marx and began to assign work to Schweder. Every nb master has to have a younger brother, so let's use him for the time being.
From the process of washing the bottles, we can see that Schweder loved his brother from the bottom of his heart. He first used detergent, then found a new towel, and used a small stick to wash the two glass bottles containing pickles.
Called it clean, it will be just like the one that just left the factory, not even a fingerprint can be seen.
"Lie down and relax. It hurts here, right? And here?" Hong Tao asked Schwede to move Marx's folding bed out, then asked Marx to lie face down on the bed, pressing his back and asking about his condition.
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"What are you doing?" Just as everyone was concentrating in front of Marx's window, someone suddenly asked in the grass next to him.
"Holy shit! I said Mota III, can you make some noise when you walk! Do you know that scaring people can scare them to death?" Hong Tao almost threw the bottle in his hand, and he was so angry that he cursed in Chinese.
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"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to ask if you have any ice cubes. My father's neck was twisted while sleeping and it can only tilt to the left. I want to use ice cubes to apply it to him.
Just apply it." Mota emerged from the grass and explained his purpose.
"There are no ice cubes, but you can watch here. Once Marx's illness is cured, your father can come over for treatment. It's free, no charge!" Hong Tao took a look, and hey, one is also boom, two
That’s fine, let’s just go together.
"Are you a doctor? What's wrong with Marx?" Mota looked Hong Tao up and down.
"I'm not a doctor, but I can treat illnesses. Like your father, he was hit by the cold wind while sleeping. Your father has neck pain, and he has shoulder pain. Don't talk for now. Just wait and see if it can be cured.
You'll know in a moment." Hong Tao actually didn't know for sure. Cupping sometimes works, sometimes it doesn't work too well, but one thing Hong Tao is sure of is that most people will feel somewhat relaxed or comfortable after doing cupping.
"I'm about to start! If you feel bad, tell me." Hong Tao found a straw, wrapped it with some cotton, and then glued some medical alcohol on it, holding a bottle in one hand and a small torch in the other.
"I'm ready, we can start!" Marx's expression was like going to the guillotine, looking so resolute and awe-inspiring. At this time, Schweide actually held his brother's hand. It was really like a farewell at the execution ground, only one step away.
A bowl of wine.
"Let's go...one, one more...Okay, just lie down like this. If it hurts a little bit, just endure it. If it hurts too much, talk." Hong Tao's technique is really quite skillful.
, he put the small torch into the bottle, turned it quickly, and then pressed the bottle accurately on the painful position of Max's back shoulder.
"Ah, I understand, you are a wizard! There is also a wizard in our town. When he treats people, he talks about the same things as you. It's just that you seem to be better than him. You don't need to give medicine to people, you just talk to them.
Spell, I'll go back and give it to my father. The chickenpox I had when I was a child was cured by a wizard!" was the first to react.
It was not Marx, but Motta III who was observing carefully from the side. In fact, Hong Tao did not chant any spells at all, but spoke to Wang Jian in Chinese. It probably meant that if Marx asked about this cupping matter later, Qian Qian would
Don't talk too much, this is the crystallization of traditional Chinese medicine and cannot be simply copied by foreigners.
"Wizard! God! You won't cast any witchcraft on Marx, will you?" Although Schweide does not believe in traditional Chinese medicine, he does believe in religion. Wizards were very popular in medieval Europe. Just like the Chinese believed in ghosts and gods, Europeans believed in ghosts and gods.
Even wizards dare not say they don’t believe it at all.
"Don't listen to Mota Hu. They have a wizard in the United States. Chickenpox still needs to be cured? I had it when I was a kid. I just need to endure it for a while. That guy is a liar. But Americans are so easy to deceive. I'm thinking about it."
Instead of going to the United States to become a wizard, what do you think?" Hong Tao asked Schweider seriously.
"I think there is a high possibility that you will be burned to death!" Schweide looked at his brother's unlucky look and seemed a little dissatisfied with Hong Tao.
"It feels a bit tight, but it doesn't hurt at all, but my shoulder really doesn't hurt much anymore. Schweder, why don't you try it too? I feel like it really works." The place where Marx was sucked by the bottle at this time
It had turned red, and it had only taken less than a minute. It seemed that there was really fire in his body. Hong Tao had no idea what kind of fire it was or how it came from. These were all what he heard when he went to cup the cup.
The one who took a bath said it. (To be continued...)
