Min Tai and Min Ziqiong also covered their mouths and noses.
Especially Min Michelle wrinkled her nose, looking unbearable.
"Grandpa, you really woke up."
"Grandpa, how are you? This strange smell is too unpleasant."
When the two siblings saw that Min Yoongi had really woken up, they were both surprised and happy, and complained at the same time.
"Xiao Tai, Xiao Qiong, it was Mr. Qin who saved my old man, otherwise I would have gone to see King Yama."
When Min Yoongi saw his grandson, his eyes were full of love.
"Mr. Qin, don't blame them, they are all the same as Haoran."
"It doesn't matter." Qin Fan smiled and stretched out his hand to feel Min Yoongi's pulse.
"Well, I'm recovering pretty well."
Terry Giles stared at him with blue eyes, looking like a curious baby.
He asked Min Tai in English, "Is this how Chinese medicine takes the pulse? Can this check the physical condition?"
Although Min Tai rejects traditional Chinese medicine, he still knows a little about how to feel the pulse.
He introduced to the other party in English: "Yes, this is the Chinese medicine method of taking the pulse, also called taking the pulse."
Terry Giles reached out in disbelief and felt his pulse.
Immediately, his eyebrows were raised, and his face was extremely expressive.
Qin Fan only thought it was funny.
Terry Giles picked up the CT scan and medical records on the coffee table and looked back and forth.
He frowned immediately, he is a doctor of medicine in this field.
Judging from those X-rays and medical records, Min Yoongi should never be chatting and laughing like he is now.
He said: "Miss Ziqiong, I want to check the old gentleman."
"Qin...Mr. Qin, Dr. Giles wants to check on my grandpa."
She didn't want to be called Mr. Qin Fan, so she simply added a small character and became Mr. Qin Xiao.
Qin Fan didn't understand her little thoughts, so he didn't mind.
He made a please gesture.
Terry Giles opened the suitcase he carried with him, and inside was a set of small inspection instruments.
He came to Min Yoongi and inspected it carefully.
The more I checked, the more frightened and incredible I felt.
The latest examination record is the conclusion made by cardiopulmonary specialist Gao Xiaosong two days ago.
But now Min Yoongi is like a patient with a bad cold at most.
"Incredible~" After the examination, he showed a puzzled expression.
To Min Ziqiong, Min Tai said: "This is something that cannot be explained medically. It is not scientific at all."
Qin Fan was secretly amused and stopped talking to them.
He opened the acupuncture bag, which contained various acupuncture needles.
"Mr. Min, I'm going to give you an acupuncture, just relax."
The acupuncture he performed today was just ordinary acupuncture, so there was no need to avoid the presence of other people.
"Well, thank you Mr. Qin."
The acupuncture here once again attracted the three people who discussed it in English.
Qin Fan was about to insert a ten centimeter long needle into Min Yoongi's acupuncture point.
Min Ziqiong exclaimed, "Wait! Are you using this to treat my grandfather?"
"Ms. Min, does treatment require infusion? Surgery? Injection?"
Qin Fan teased funnyly.
Min Ziqiong was speechless. If infusion and surgery could solve the problem, it would have been solved long ago.
"Xiaoqiong, don't make trouble, let Mr. Qin perform the acupuncture." Min Yoongi said angrily.
"Oh~Grandpa."
Qin Fan shook his head and easily inserted each needle into Min Yoongi's key points.
Seeing this made Min Ziqiong dizzy.
Normally, injections were extremely painful. In her imagination, it would be even more painful if these dozens of needles were inserted into her body.
Terry Giles looked even more surprised, and even came closer to observe.
The United States also has Chinese acupuncture.
But that's all immodest.
"Grandpa, are you in pain?" Min Ziqiong asked distressedly.
"Silly boy, it doesn't hurt at all. I just feel warm and comfortable all over my body."
Terry Giles also asked Min Tai in English.
After listening to Min Tai describe Min Yoongi's feelings, Terry Giles couldn't help blurting out.
"Witchcraft, the witchcraft of the East!"
Qin Fan frowned slightly, and he suddenly corrected him in fluent English.
"No, this is not witchcraft, this is acupuncture of traditional Chinese medicine."
Suddenly, everyone in the room was surprised. They didn't expect that this little Chinese medicine doctor from the mainland could speak fluent English.
"There are 361 acupuncture points on the human body that can be used for acupuncture, as well as twelve meridians, which all correspond to the internal organs of the human body."
"Acupuncture is about regulating from the inside out."
"Adjustment?" Terry Giles obviously didn't understand the meaning of Chinese words.
Qin Fan didn't bother to explain to him. This kind of explanation would be endless.
Terry Giles could only ask Min Tai for advice, but Min Tai couldn't give any specific information.
Min Yoongi's acupuncture is not over yet.
The sound of the car sounded again outside.
"Inspector, you are back."
"Old Li, has Mr. Qin left yet?" Min Haoran asked.
"It's not over yet, in the room upstairs."
"Oh~"
Min Haoran responded and walked up quickly.
"Dad, you're back." Min Ziqiong smiled happily when she saw her father.
"Dad, didn't you say you have official business to attend to?" Min Tai also asked.
"Well, I rushed back as soon as I finished processing it." Min Haoran nodded.
"Hehe, dad must have known we were home, so he hurried back."
Min Ziqiong held her father Min Haoran's arm affectionately.
Min Haoran did not answer, but looked at Qin Fan who was retracting the needle.
There was a blond foreigner beside the bed who was watching carefully, but he didn't care who this foreigner was.
He stepped forward and asked Min Yoongi, "Dad, how do you feel?"
"Haoran, of course it's getting better. In a few days, I can get out of bed and exercise outside."
"Okay!" Min Haoran said yes again and again, and asked Qin Fan respectfully.
"Mr. Qin, it's my turn to do acupuncture."
The day before yesterday, Qin Fan treated him for duodenal and gastric ulcer, allowing him to experience the magic of traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture.
Nearly two days have passed and he has not taken any analgesics.
"Well, you can sit over there." Qin Fan nodded and sterilized the needle.
Min Haoran sat down obediently, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his back.
Seeing this scene, Min Ziqiong and Min Tai were completely confused. They couldn't help but rub their eyes for fear of seeing wrongly.
Is this still the father they are familiar with? Is he still the inspector? Min Haoran, who once disliked Chinese medicine the most, rushed back despite his busy schedule, not because they came back from the United States.
But in order to rush back for acupuncture, I still listened to the little doctor.
"Dad, my brother and I came back and invited Dr. Terry Giles from the United States to grandpa and you," Min Ziqiong said.
"What do you want Dr. Giles for?"
"I'm going to treat Grandpa and you."
"Hahaha, you kid, we don't see Western medicine now, we see Chinese medicine. The little miracle doctor Mr. Qin is here."
"Dad, you...you don't have a fever, right?"
Min Ziqiong couldn't believe it. She reached out and touched her father Min Haoran's forehead.
Min Haoran opened her hand angrily.
"Your dad is doing very well. This old problem has been treated by Mr. Qin and has not happened for a day. I finally no longer rely on analgesics."
“The traditional Chinese medicine from our ancestors is better!”
Min Tai and Min Ziqiong were completely stunned. Min Haoran's change made them feel that it was too fast.
So fast that I can't even catch the plane.
Qin Fan couldn't help but chuckle to himself when he saw the different changes in the Min family.
He used sterilized filiform needles to acupuncture Min Haoran again to treat duodenal and gastric ulcers.
Terry Giles is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
He consulted Min Tai again and heard from Min Tai that this was to treat duodenal and gastric ulcers.
He couldn't help but cover his mouth with his fingers, his blue eyes widening.
He didn't understand that a small silver needle could not only treat pulmonary fibrosis, but also duodenal and gastric ulcers.
Qin Fan's acupuncture movements are very fast, like flowing clouds and flowing water, sometimes twisting the needles, sometimes explaining in a profound and simple way.
Thirty minutes later, Qin Fan was ready to withdraw the injection.
Terry Giles seemed to remember something and took out his mobile phone to record.
It's a pity that Qin Fan is over.
He kept saying: "regret!regret!"
His face was full of regret, because he was too focused on observing and forgot to leave any video data.
"Inspector, I will come over the day after tomorrow to give Mr. Min acupuncture. If you have a duodenal or gastric ulcer, I will give you one more acupuncture. The rest will be slowly adjusted."
"Okay!" Min Haoran nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, Qin Fan's cell phone rang, and it was Liu Lan calling.
He was very strange and worried that something was wrong with Xiao Hu Xing, so he quickly answered the call.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, are you still in Hong Kong City?" Liu Lan's urgent voice came over the phone.
"Teacher Liu, I'm here and haven't left yet."
"Great, Mr. Qin, can you please come to Hong Kong Capital Huari Hospital?"
"A teacher in our school was unfortunately severely burned while trying to protect his children. I heard that acupuncture can also treat the burns."
"Please, I know you are very busy. This teacher sacrificed himself for the safety of the children."
Qin Fan said without thinking at all, "Okay, just send me the address and I'll be there in a minute."
Since I agreed, my condition is military condition.
Qin Fan packed up the acupuncture bag and told Min Haoran what happened, hoping to send him a car.
"Lao Li, immediately arrange a special car to take Mr. Qin to Huari Hospital."