"What's going on with Dr. Li? Why do you call this young man the miracle doctor?"
"That's right, this young man looks young. Even if he knows medical skills, I'm afraid his medical skills are not superb. How can he let Divine Doctor Li call him a miracle doctor?"
"Miracle Doctor Qin, why haven't I heard of a miracle doctor named Qin in Yunhai City?"
...
Seeing Li Quan calling Qin Hao the miracle doctor, everyone around him was stunned, and then they started talking, and they were very puzzled by what Li Quan called Qin Hao.
Qin Hao didn't pay attention to the comments of the people around him, but when he heard Li Quan's words, his face showed surprise and asked Li Quan: "Do you know me?"
"Nowadays, in the entire medical community of Yunhai City, there is no one who doesn't know that Divine Doctor Qin has doctored you. They just know your name and have never met you in person!" Li Quan replied after hearing Qin Hao's words.
Qin Hao was stunned. He didn't expect that he would be so famous in the medical community of Yunhai City, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was normal.
After all, he is the champion of the Yunhai City Medical Exchange Association. He has also treated several seriously ill patients in Huangzhu's hospital. In addition, he is the famous master of traditional Chinese medicine, Junior Brother Fang Xue.
Therefore, it is not surprising that he is famous in the medical community of Yunhai City.
"Doctor Qin, do you really have a way to treat this old man? He has late-stage tuberculosis?" Li Quan then asked Qin Hao with a solemn face.
Through Qin Hao's various deeds, Li Quan knew that Qin Hao had superb medical skills, but late-stage tuberculosis was not an ordinary disease. It was almost the same as a terminal illness.
He really couldn't think of any method that Qin Hao could use to treat an old man suffering from late-stage tuberculosis.
Qin Hao glanced at Li Quan, shook his head, and asked with a smile: "Why, do you think I'm bragging?"
"No, it's just late stage tuberculosis..."
"Don't worry, since I dare to say that it can be cured, I am absolutely sure!"
Hearing this, Li Quan wanted to explain, but before he could finish his words, he was confidently interrupted by Qin Hao.
Hearing this, Li Quan still couldn't figure out how Qin Hao could cure an old man suffering from late-stage tuberculosis, but after seeing the confidence on Qin Hao's face, he still nodded and said: "In this case, please ask Doctor Qin to cure the old man."
Healed!”
"Yes!" Qin Hao nodded, looked at the people around him, and said to them: "Please step back, please, so as not to affect my treatment of the old man!"
Although people around him did not believe that Qin Hao could cure an old man suffering from late-stage tuberculosis, they all consciously retreated, leaving a clear space for Qin Hao.
As the people around him retreated, Qin Hao did not waste time. He took out the silver needle he carried with him and began to treat the old man lying on the ground.
I saw him waving his palms continuously, and the silver needles in his hands fell rapidly, accurately landing on the Futu, Ququan, Diji, Jinmen... and other major acupuncture points on the old man's body.
Every time the needle dropped, Qin Hao's finger would flick the tail of the silver needle, causing the needle to buzz.
"Golden needles touch the acupoints!"
"Control the needle with Qi!"
"Deadly Acupuncture!"
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Watching Qin Hao treating an old man suffering from late-stage tuberculosis, Li Quan looked shocked and dumbfounded.
It's not that he has never seen the world, but Qin Hao's treatment techniques are too shocking. Each of Qin Hao's treatment techniques has been lost for hundreds of years.