When everyone heard this name, they felt an inexplicable chill behind them.
Even looking at Laozhaitang again, I feel a bit gloomy.
"You, you are talking nonsense here."
"If you are sick, go to the hospital and get treatment."
"If making up stories can cure diseases, all the storytellers on the bridge will become miracle doctors."
Chen Jiangang looked disdainful. He himself worked in a medical bureau, advocating Western medicine and belittling Chinese medicine.
He believes that Western medicine is science, while Chinese medicine is a kind of superstition and it is impossible to cure diseases.
Therefore, at the annual meeting on investment in Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine, he would cast his vote for Western medicine without hesitation.
But the others didn't speak, and looked nervously at Qin Hanzhang, who was being treated by Qin Feng.
Because they found that after the silver needle penetrated Qin Hanzhang's temple, Qin Hanzhang had a very strange expression on his face, which seemed like a smile but not a smile, and also felt like crying but not crying.
Chen Jiangang expressed his displeasure and stood aside with a cold snort: "I want to see how you can keep it round."
Qin Feng twisted the silver needle with both hands, and his fingertips trembled rhythmically.
His expression was focused and he was exuding a sense of momentum.
Then, Qin Feng exerted slight force with his two thumbs and directly inserted the two silver needles into Qin Hanzhang's temples.
"Forehead……"
Beside them, Ai Qing and Chen Jiangang stared straight at each other, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Jiang Rubing, who had been standing at the door fishing for fish, didn't know when she stood on the steps, staring at the scene inside the house with her beautiful eyes.
"This idiot, doesn't he know that he is killing someone?"
She couldn't help but murmur in her heart.
At this time, Qin Feng flicked his finger again, and put his middle finger on Qin Hanzhang's temple. As he pressed, wisps of hot air flowed along the silver needle and into Qin Hanzhang's body.
In this way, one cold and one hot, one yin and one yang, two air currents, travel throughout the Qin and Han Zhang's limbs and bones.
Finally, a black air mass visible to the naked eye condensed between his eyebrows.
"Ah! It's comfortable. I feel so comfortable. It feels so good."
Qin Hanzhang closed his eyes, but had an expression of enjoyment:
"Gods, Brother Qin is really a god. It's so comfortable. I've never felt so good."
"I feel like I'm about to reach heaven."
This expression and tone left everyone stunned.
Ai Qing's face turned red and he spat: "I am so dishonest that I am going to heaven..."
But the look in his eyes could not hide the look of expectation.
Finally, when Qin Feng let go.
A ball of black blood penetrated the skin between Qin Hanzhang's eyebrows and appeared in everyone's sight.
As the black blood penetrated, the two silver needles inserted into the temples emerged little by little without any external interference.
"Crack!".
Two silver needles fell to the ground.
Qin Hanzhang opened his eyes and stood up uncontrollably: "My head no longer hurts. I'm fine. It really doesn't hurt at all. I feel more relaxed than ever."
Everyone also noticed his changes. Qin Hanzhang's complexion changed and became red, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead became lighter.
"Old Qin, are you really well?"
Ai Qing stepped forward and held her husband's hand excitedly.
Seeing the scene in front of him and hearing the word "Old Qin" again, Qin Feng's vision was inexplicably trance-like, as if he had returned to a long time ago.
"Okay, I'm really okay."
"I feel ten years younger!"
Qin Hanzhang took his wife's hand and walked to Qin Feng: "Brother Qin, come on, play with my wife, let her feel good too."
Qin Feng has a black line on his head. Is this human language?
But he still asked Ai Qing to sit on the chair and help the opponent eliminate the evil spirit in the same way.
After it was over, Ai Qing's face turned red and she was about to squeeze out the water. Her body felt very relaxed and uncomfortable.
"Quick, write a check to Brother Qin!"
Qin Hanzhang waved his hand: "Brother Qin, please make a price. It doesn't matter how much it is."
"Need not."
Qin Feng exhaled and smiled tiredly: "I took advantage of Boss Qin, so the medical expenses are waived."
"Cheap?"
Qin Hanzhang was puzzled: "What's so cheap?"
"Pretending."
"Just better luck."
Chen Jiangang couldn't stand it anymore: "Let's go home. Is there anything good to see..."
"What are you walking for?"
Qin Feng smiled and said: "I have to thank you very much."
"Qin Feng, don't push yourself too far..."
Chen Jiangang had a sullen face, thinking that Qin Feng was going to add insult to injury.
"I want to thank you."
Qin Feng smiled: "Boss Qin and his wife's stubborn illness is caused by this painting."
"It was just because Wu Kai copied Tang Bohu's picture of strange trees in the mountains before he died, and he died with hatred."
"It's just that Tang Bohu's Picture of Strange Trees in the High Mountains has been lost for hundreds of years, and has been missing since the Qing Dynasty."
He smiled softly and said, "So, where did he copy this painting from?"
Qin Hanzhang and others' faces were shocked.
"Bring me a pot of tea. I want hot tea."
Qin Feng shouted loudly, and before the waiter could take action, Qin Hanzhang ran over in person, brought a hot teapot and handed it to Qin Feng.
Then under everyone's shocked eyes, Qin Feng opened the lid of the pot and poured all the hot water directly on the scroll.
When it gradually became wet, Qin Feng stretched out his hand, pinched the scroll, and tore it apart with all his strength!
"Stab it!"
A magnificent new picture appeared in front of everyone in an instant!