President Wan was in a dilemma. If he wanted Ning Fan to treat him, he would have to offend Wu Banxian, so he could only choose one person to stay.
"President Wan, you have to think carefully. Although my method is slow, it is the safest and most effective method." Wu Banxian said.
Ning Fan said calmly: "President Wan, your son's condition is actually not that serious. If he can't be cured, I won't take any money from him. I have to apologize and leave it to you."
"Boy, don't be so blindly confident. Is practicing medicine a child's play?"
"That's not the case. I'm just doing my duty as a medical practitioner. I will be able to get out of bed and walk if I don't achieve seven days of great work. Your method is also right, but it will take three years or even longer." Ning Fan said.
President Wan said: "Mr. Wu, I think it's better to let Brother Ning give it a try. Of course, I will also settle all of your remuneration to you."
"Humph!" Wu Banxian flicked his sleeves and turned around to ignore it.
"President Wan, without further ado, prepare a pack of fine silver needles for me."
"Okay!" President Wan immediately asked people to organize the meeting.
Wu Banxian looked at Ning Fan and said, "At such a young age, Yelang is arrogant, huh!"
"It doesn't matter, I am indeed stealing your business, but this is Chairman Wan's choice." Ning Fan shrugged.
"If you can't be cured by then and have any problems, President Wan, please don't come to me." Wu Banxian walked out of the room.
In about half an hour, a pack of silver needles was delivered to Ning Fan.
President Wan was very anxious. Now he could only choose to believe Ning Fan and asked: "Brother Ning, when will we start?"
"Put him into a pair of pants. I'll start when I'm ready."
I don't understand why Ning Fan did this, so President Wan could only do it.
"President Wan, help him up, with his back to me." Ning Fan said while burning the silver needle.
"Um!"
Because he could not control his body, he needed Chairman Wan to support him.
Ning Fan looked at the meridians that needed acupuncture and started applying acupuncture. There were nearly a hundred acupuncture points all over his body.
Gradually, Wan Weiye's breathing became rapid, and President Wan felt that his arm was heating up as he held it.
The two men were holding towels and watching from behind. They saw Ning Fan punching Wan Weiye on the back of the neck, and then using strange techniques to press, pinch, and hit him.
He even clasped his fingers on Wan Weiye's back.
Although Wan Zonghua is a martial arts practitioner, he does not understand profound medical skills at all.
"Brother Ning, how are you doing?"
"Don't worry, it's not over yet, let go!" Ning Fan frowned.
"Yeah!" Wan Zonghua immediately let go, and Ning Fan grabbed Wan Weiye's left arm and twisted it.
Giggle...
I could only hear the crisp sound of bones, as small as the finger joints, as large as the cervical vertebrae, and waist.
Because of lying in bed or sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, all joints have lost their activity. Ning Fan reactivated each joint.
But this move seemed like abuse, and the sound of those bones made one's eyes jump.
Wan Weiye was like a doll, being twisted around, and finally he raised his hand to help Wan Weiye stand up again.
The luck on his right hand ranks directly on top of Wan Weiye's head.
boom!!!
The true energy instantly penetrates the eight extraordinary meridians of Wan Weiye, the five internal organs, and every joint.