Yang Haoran just smiled and didn't particularly care about his words.
Guo Yingtian was worried and said to Yang Haoran almost pleadingly: "Master, I only have one son, you must save him! As long as you can save my son, I am willing to go bankrupt!"
Yang Haoran shook his head and said: "You don't have to be so pessimistic. I have calculated it for you before. Your son is just destined to have this calamity, but after he gets over it, everything will be smooth sailing. With me here, even if the King of Hell comes, I will give him some points."
face!"
Xingzhu couldn't stand hearing it anymore. He was just a charlatan, but he had such a bad tone!
So he snorted: "Young man, it's better to speak with some discretion. Before you make a decision, you'd better take a look at the patient's condition! Don't mislead me!"
Yang Haoran glanced at him and smiled: "It turns out that you are an old doctor. Your medical skills are so-so, but you seem to be a little unlucky recently!"
Xingzhu's face was gloomy. It was the first time someone commented that his medical skills were so-so, and he was still a young man. This was intolerable!
"Hmph, my medical skills are indeed mediocre, otherwise I wouldn't hire you as a master. I want to see how you can let the King of Hell give you face!"
Yang Haoran smiled and shook his head, ignored it, and had already walked to the bedside.
Instead of looking around like Xingzhu, Yang Haoran just glanced at Guo Chuan's face and already understood.
"Master, how is my son?"
Guo Yingtian asked in a very anxious mood.
Yang Haoran turned to look at Xingzhu and asked: "This old gentleman has already seen it, what kind of disease do you think this is?"
Xingzhu looked disdainful and snorted coldly. Novel No. 1
"Sure enough, it is a common practice of charlatans, but I might as well tell you that this is one yin wrapped in three yang, the vein of yin and ghost. And it just so happens that this disease is also called the King of Hell's death. Don't you mean that the King of Hell will also give it to you?
Do you have face? I really want to see you, old man!"
Yang Haoran nodded: "It's quite capable. What you said is good, but do you know what the cause is?"
Xingzhu sneered: "Should you see a doctor or should I? Are you here to test me?"
Yang Haoran smiled slightly: "No need to be sophisticated, but I want to borrow something from you, you won't refuse to borrow it, right?"
Doctor Zhang shook his head repeatedly. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Haoran was invited by Guo Yingtian, he would have already asked the security to drive this charlatan out.
Guo Yingtian also felt a little embarrassed, and could clearly feel the smell of gunpowder on Xingzhu's body.
Xingzhu glanced at Yang Haoran disdainfully and asked, "What can you borrow from me?"
"You must have brought the needles for acupuncture."
Xingzhu has indeed brought it, which is a kind of professional quality.
However, Xingzhu frowned, obviously reluctant, because the needle on his body was not an ordinary needle.
So Xingzhu looked at Yang Haoran with a questioning look on his face: "Do you still know about acupuncture?"
Yang Haoran nodded: "It's just so-so, but there is no problem in treating diseases and saving people."
Xingzhu's face was gloomy: "I can lend you the needle, but you have to tell me how you plan to treat Guo Chuan, and didn't you ask me the cause of the disease? I'd like to ask you to tell me."
It may be okay for charlatans to make some vague and false claims, but when it comes to specific operations, the truth will definitely be revealed.
