Following the angry roar, a series of rapid footsteps approached.
The visitors were an old man in Chinese tunic suit and a middle-aged man in his forties, followed by two soldiers of Yuan Mu.
The one shouting was the old man in Chinese tunic suit.
He quickly approached, pointed his finger and shouted angrily: "If I don't take away your silver needle right away, will you know how to prick it? Even if this needle is applied, your life will not be able to compensate for the loss of the young marshal."
Chen Yan looked at the old man and then at Yuan Mu.
The hand stopped.
Yuan Mu smiled at Chen Yan and said, "Brother Chen, don't worry, let me introduce to you. This is the miracle doctor Yu Shihong. He has been treating me before."
Then he said to Doctor Yu, "Doctor Yu, why are you so angry? This is my new little brother. He has superb medical skills. He can cure all my arms!"
Yu Shihong said directly: "It's impossible. I'll be honest. If you want to cure all of Young Marshal's arms, unless a god comes down to earth! I went out this time and asked many colleagues to study and come up with a way, but I can only let Young Marshal.
My hand is half recovered...and this bastard, I don’t think he’s even a quack, he’s just a liar!”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Chen Yan smiled lightly: "Whether I am a quack or a liar is up to you!"
Yuan Mu also said something fair: "Dr. Yu, Brother Chen treated me once yesterday, and my hand has recovered by 30%."
"What?"
Yu Shihong was stunned, and quickly took Yuan Mu's hand, felt his pulse, then slapped his thigh, and yelled at Chen Yan: "You are such a pervert. You are not good at academics, but you come to harm the young commander. You will never be redeemed!"
"Ah? Divine Doctor Yu, what happened?"
"Young Marshal's hands already have strength. Why are you unhappy? Could it be more serious?"
Yuan Mu was also a little surprised and a little nervous.
After all, Yu Shihong is a great doctor who has been treating him for more than half a year. Both his medical skills and reputation are acceptable. If he was not certain, he would not have become so angry.
He glanced at Chen Yan and thought to himself, "Did I see the wrong person?"
Yu Shihong said: "Young Marshal's hand, the previous treatment policy has always been to cultivate it and slowly repair itself. Now, this bastard boy, I don't know what happened, actually used the power in your hand, which is equivalent to the previous treatment.
All efforts have been in vain, and now my plan cannot cure it!"
What?
Everyone was shocked!
Especially Yuan Mu's soldiers looked at Chen Yan with murderous intent, and they would take action if he made a mistake.
Chen Yan laughed loudly: "Old man, if you don't know how to cure, don't talk about self-repair here. In the young marshal's hand, 70% of the meridians are broken, the connections are mixed, the meridians and acupoints are displaced, and the microcirculation inside is broken. How can you repair yourself?
Repair? OK, OK, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll restore it to its original state, and you can use your own methods to treat it and see who is the quack.”
Chen Yan stretched out his hand towards Yuan Mu.
Yuan Mu hesitated for a moment and finally gave his hand to Chen Yan.
"Bah bang bang!"
Chen Yan casually tapped his hand a few times and said: "Okay, it's back to its original state. Doctor Yu, please treat it!"
So fast?
And Yuan Mu also felt that the sense of power he had just experienced receded like a tide, and his hands were as empty as twists.
Yu Shihong snorted coldly: "Do you think I have Alzheimer's disease? How many clicks of such a childish trick can the power inspired by the young commander be regained?"
But as soon as he took a pulse, his face changed, "How...really, it's back to its original state? You...how did you do that?"
Chen Yan didn't bother to explain: "Don't worry about how to do it. Didn't you think of a new way? I'll let you cure it first, not to mention half of the cure. If you can make the young commander's hands pick up thirty kilograms of things, I'll be there."
Carve the word "quackery" on your face, if you can't do it, kneel down and apologize!"
"good!"
Yu Shihong was so angry that he agreed immediately.
Then, he suddenly asked: "Where did you come from? At such a young age, you dare to say arrogant things and want me to kneel down?"
Chen Yan said: "Jiangzhou Hospital, Emergency Department!"