Chapter 339 Chinese Medical Skills Are so Amazing!

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Albert.

Journalist from the UK.

In the UK, he is just a small reporter. He has never had any outstanding achievements. He is also quite decent in his daily life. It is for this reason that the task of tracking and reporting on the World Medical Exchange Conference falls on him. on the body.

Because, for reporters with a little bit of experience, this kind of medical exchange conference is inherently lengthy and contains bland news without any breaking points. Even if a press release is sent out, it will not attract much attention. This is As a result, the famous journalists were unwilling to do this thankless job.

Albert has undoubtedly become the first choice.

originally.

Albert also knew that there was nothing explosive about this follow-up report. He was just traveling with public money. But he didn’t expect that after arriving, he would be a blessing in disguise and run into Fang Qiu!

This time, he has decided to target Fang Qiu, because this is his only chance to make a fortune!

Hotel Lobby.

Albert was sitting on the sofa, holding a page of advertising in his hand and glancing towards the elevator and stairs from time to time.

He has been here, waiting for half an hour.

Just when he himself was a little embarrassed to continue to stay.

"Pap tap tap..."

The sound of footsteps suddenly came.

Turn around and take a look.

The person who appeared at the top of the stairs was suddenly the Fang Qiu he had been waiting for!

Seeing Fang Qiu, Albert's eyes suddenly lit up.

it's him!

A pair of eyes immediately stared at Fang Qiu.

And here.

Under the leadership of Zhang Zhiming, Fang Qiu came all the way to the hotel lobby, in front of a set of sofas against the wall on the left.

at this time.

A fat man in a suit was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, without even raising his head to look at Fang Qiu.

Beside him, there is a supervisor.

"it's him."

Instructing Fang Qiu to sit down on the sofa, Zhang Zhiming pointed at the fat man and said to Fang Qiu: "This is Mr. Feynman recommended by the Director-General."

"Mr. Feynman?"

Fang Qiu shouted with a smile.

"kindness?"

The fat man named Feynman pursed his lips, put down the newspaper in his hand, turned his head and looked at Fang Qiu with an arrogant expression, and said, "Are you Fang Qiu from China?"

"right."

Fang Qiu nodded.

"You're still a kid, right?"

Not only was Feynman arrogant, but Fang Qiu looked suspicious. He looked up and down and said, "Can you cure it just by yourself?"

"If it can't be cured, can I come?"

Fang Qiu responded calmly.

"good."

Seeing Fang Qiu's indifferent expression, Feynman became a little more convinced and asked directly: "Where can I go to get treatment?"

"That's fine here."

Fang Qiu opened his mouth and said.

"ah?"

When Feynman heard this, he was confused!

On the side, the supervisor and Zhang Zhiming were also dumbfounded.

This is not a hospital, this is a hotel lobby!

Are you being treated here?

How to cure this?

"Are you sure it's here?"

Feynman asked.

"I am sure."

Fang Qiu nodded firmly.

"I advise you, you'd better not play tricks on me."

Feynman frowned, looking unhappy.

"If you don't believe me, you can leave at any time."

Fang Qiu replied.

As a human being, it's okay to lower your head sometimes, but when it's time to raise your head and show your backbone, you must show your backbone, especially when facing such a arrogant person who looks down on others.

"I've come and you're letting me go again?"

Feynman pouted.

"Since you are here, why do you still question me again and again? Since you have to question me again and again, why do you still come, why do you still want to stay?"

Fang Qiu asked back.

Feynman was startled and said, "That's because..."

"To treat or not to treat?"

Fang Qiu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and asked directly.

"I...treat!"

Feynman held his breath and wanted to say something more, but when he saw Fang Qiu's face of determination, he could only shut up and nod.

"Sit down."

Fang Qiu didn't hesitate, walked over, asked him to sit up straight, and then patted the opponent's islets with both hands, one back and forth.

The inner energy moves!

Under Fang Qiu's control, it poured directly into his body and activated the energy in his pancreatic islets!

…

Hotel lobby, right.

When Fang Qiu went downstairs, Albert kept staring at Fang Qiu. When he saw Fang Qiu walking up to Feynman and talking to Feynman, he quietly started taking photos.

no doubt.

Albert's little moves could never escape Fang Qiu's eyes, but Fang Qiu didn't pay attention.

Because of what I heard from Zhang Zhiming before.

Since it is a secret photo, it will definitely be released, and what Fang Qiu is doing now is a real proof of the great deeds of Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine. Naturally, it is better to publicize this kind of thing, at least it can help Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine improve its status!

Photographed by Albert.

Fang Qiu completed the treatment quickly.

Treatment completed.

Fang Qiu clapped his hands gently and said, "Okay."

Finished.

Turn around and leave directly.

He really didn’t want to see Feynman’s face again.

He would not have treated Feynman at all if it was not necessary.

"Is this good?"

Looking at the prisoner who turned and left, Feynman was dumbfounded.

"This this……"

Zhang Zhiming also looked embarrassed. He looked at Feynman, then at Fang Qiu, then quickly stood up, chased after Fang Qiu, and asked, "Is it really okay?"

"certainly."

Fang Qiu nodded matter-of-factly and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask them to investigate."

"But, it's only been a few minutes."

Zhang Zhiming still couldn't believe it.

"Okay, okay, won't you know if you go check it out? Get out of the way quickly and don't block me from trying to act like you're superior!"

Fang Qiu said something.

Then.

Under Zhang Zhiming's incomprehensible gaze, he went upstairs without looking back.

really.

To treat diabetes, you only need to activate the pancreatic islets. Diabetes is originally a problem of the pancreatic islets. Otherwise, why would you inject so much insulin?

Just stood and watched.

After waiting for Fang Qiu to go upstairs, Zhang Zhiming turned around and walked back with an embarrassed look on his face, and said to Feynman: "Mr. Feynman, you, you can do a checkup in the whole district."

"What?"

Feynman was angry!

He stared at Zhang Zhiming with an angry look on his face and said, "Are you trying to amuse me?"

"Of course not, of course not."

Zhang Zhiming is miserable.

He also didn't expect that Fang Qiu could cure his diabetes so quickly!

"snort!"

Feynman snorted angrily and said: "You are not entertaining me, you are playing tricks on the Director-General. Just wait for me, I will go check it out, and I will report it to the Director-General after the inspection!"

After saying that, he stood up and left with an angry look.

The supervisor, who never said a word from beginning to end, also stood up and left with him.

"this……"

Zhang Zhiming looked bitter.

After looking at Feynman who was leaving angrily, he had no choice but to turn around and chase after Fang Qiu who had already gone upstairs.

And here.

Albert, who had been taking secret photos, rolled his eyes and quickly followed Feynman, who left angrily.

Although he still didn't know what happened after secretly filming for a long time, the situation in front of him made him feel that this matter was not that simple, and it was likely to be news. Because he could not go upstairs, Fang Qiu was following him. No, the only one who can follow is this fat guy named Feynman!

soon.

After following Feynman out of the hotel.

Albert quickly got into a taxi parked in front of the hotel, asked the driver to follow Feynman's car, and drove all the way into the distance.

I walked for about five or six minutes.

Two cars, one behind the other, stopped in front of a private hospital.

Feynman got out of the car and walked into the hospital.

Albert followed quietly.

turn out.

This Feynman was actually here for a diabetes checkup.

Most people would definitely not come here for a diabetes check-up even after it was dark. In other words, the reason why Feynman came for this check-up was probably because he had something to do with Fang Qiu.

Albert pretended to be an ordinary patient and sat in the waiting area on the side, staring at Feynman secretly.

soon.

Feynman's test results came out.

Because of his curiosity, Albert even leaned closer.

"Mr. Feynman, the result of your examination is that your blood sugar is significantly lower than the level of diabetes. This is your examination report."

The doctor submitted the test results to Feynman.

"What?"

Feynman thought he heard wrong and asked quickly: "Are you sure my blood sugar has dropped?"

"That's right."

The doctor smiled and nodded with certainty.

"No way, no way!"

Feynman said in surprise: "He obviously didn't do anything. He just patted me. It only took a few minutes. How could it be possible that it was cured?"

"No, it must be because I haven't eaten anything."

"I'm going to eat."

"Yes, I want to check after eating!"

Speaking of which.

Feynman stuffed the examination report into his pocket, then quickly walked out of the hospital, ate a big burger and drank a large drink in a restaurant near the hospital.

After eating, I took a short rest and immediately returned to the hospital for re-examination.

result.

Check completed.

The conclusion is that although blood sugar has increased, the blood sugar after the increase is also a normal post-meal blood sugar level, and there is no tendency for diabetes at all!

This time.

Feynman was completely surprised!

But he still couldn't believe it. After all, he was a stage 3 diabetic patient. If diabetes was really so easy to cure, how could there be so many diabetics in the world?

To be sure again.

Feynman immediately went for a pancreatic examination.

It turned out that the pancreas was really healed and he was back to normal!

"Okay, I'm really okay!"

After the confirmation of three, Feynman finally couldn't hold it back any longer. He hugged the supervisor who had been following him in surprise, couldn't help crying loudly, and said while crying: "I'm finally better, I'm finally better." You can eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want, the Chinese delicacies I have admired for a long time, here I come!"

Chinese cuisine.

They are extremely famous internationally.

Feynman's dream was to one day have a good and enjoyable meal of Chinese delicacies, but he has never been able to eat it because of diabetes.

Now, he finally has this opportunity!

The supervisor was also confused.

Is this good?

Was Feynman's diabetes really cured?

Shock!

Extremely shocked!

"Chinese medical skills are so amazing!"

With an exclamation in his heart, the supervisor quickly took the test results and rushed to see the Director-General with Feynman. He kept praying along the way, hoping that the Director-General was still awake at this point.

(End of chapter)

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