Chapter 1051 Do You Believe In Chinese Medicine?

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"Husband, look, everyone is here to see you." Messi's wife gently shook Messi's shoulder.

Only when he was pushed back to reality from the daze, Messi looked up at the people in the ward. He was familiar with these people, but there were two people he had never seen before.

But the two were surrounded by them, obviously not ordinary fans.

"Messi, let me introduce to you, this is the big boss of our Barcelona, ​​the richest man in Asia from China, Mr. Jiang Simingjiang, you should have heard of it." Segura quickly introduced.

Messi recalled it for a while, remembered it, and said to Jiang Siming: "I have seen your basketball game, your basketball level is really amazing."

Jiang Siming didn't expect that Messi knew him because of basketball, and everyone else knew him because of the name of the richest man.

After thinking about it, Messi is an athlete, and he is most interested in sports. It is not surprising that basketball knows him.

"I have also watched your football games, and have watched them for many years."

Jiang Siming responded with a smile.

Gentleman Messi smiled, and then said bleakly: "I may never see it again in the future."

Jiang Siming hadn't spoken yet, but Zhao Xiaoxiao said, "Anlaan, it's not a problem when my father is here."

Zhao Xiaoxiao also speaks fluent English. For a student of her level, English is very simple for her.

Messi thought the child was joking, but he just smiled and didn't make a statement.

It can be seen from this that Messi is really a gentleman, and he does not lose his temper like others at such times.

It's no wonder that so many fans like it. Such an idol is simply not hated.

"Why don't you believe me, I'm not talking big, my dad is amazing, he's a genius doctor!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao was very dissatisfied with their response. These people who have never seen the world are too difficult to communicate with.

Jiang Siming patted her head, then walked to the hospital bed, wanting to check Messi's right leg.

But the attending doctor beside Messi quickly stopped: "Sir, don't move."

Jiang Siming explained, "I'm also a doctor, and I want to see his legs."

"Are you a doctor?" The attending doctor obviously didn't believe it. How old is Jiang Siming, even if the doctor has always been an intern.

"Yes, I have cured a lot of people in our country, Messi's leg injury is not a big deal, it will be easy for me to deal with it."

The attending doctor laughed, and it was an undisguised mockery.

Zhao Xiaoxiao walked over, took out a pair of scissors from the medical supplies beside the hospital bed, pointed at the doctor and said, "If you laugh again, believe it or not, I will cut your mouth open!"

Dare to laugh at her dear father, how could Zhao Xiaoxiao be able to bear it, laugh at herself, but she is not allowed to laugh at her idol~

The doctor quickly put away his smile, but he was already a little annoyed, and said, "I'll call the security guard if you continue to fool around! Disgusting Chinese!"

Jiang Siming didn't say anything, and wanted to stop Zhao Xiaoxiao, but the doctor's last words changed his face.

"I'll give you three seconds to apologize, otherwise I'll make you unable to be a doctor." Jiang Siming said coldly.

It's okay to laugh at him, but Jiang Siming won't let him even take his motherland!

Of course, the general manager Segura knew that the doctor was talking nonsense, and immediately went over and said angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about? Immediately apologize to my boss!"

The doctor couldn't stand the pressure and had to apologize in a muffled voice.

But he was still unconvinced and said: "If you want Messi to never get better, you will continue to riot. Our hospital will not be responsible for anything that happens!"

Messi's wife was shaken, with an apologetic expression, trying to decline Jiang Siming's kindness.

But Messi unexpectedly took his wife's hand and motioned her not to speak.

Jiang Siming ignored the doctor's words, but went straight to the hospital bed and said to Messi, "Do you believe in Chinese medicine?"

"To be honest, I've never tried it, and I don't know if I should believe it or not."

Messi honestly expressed his thoughts.

"Then if I told you that if you handed over your leg to me, you would be healed within a week, would you believe it?"

"Really?"

"Do I have to lie to you, to lie to my own players?" Jiang Siming asked rhetorically.

Messi hesitated for a moment, and then said decisively: "Okay, then I believe you! Just treat me!"

Messi didn't know why he believed Jiang Siming, but he instinctively felt that Jiang Siming was a really capable person.

Besides, this person is from Eastern China, that mysterious ancient country.

From this identity alone, it gives people a sense of security.

Jiang Siming got Messi's affirmation and immediately removed the bandage on his leg.

The wound was really serious, the ligaments inside were broken, and the fractures were obvious. In addition, he had suffered from old diseases before.

If this leg is treated according to the current normal medical techniques, it can indeed be cured, but it will take at least more than a year to recover.

Jiang Siming couldn't wait that long, and neither could Barcelona.

Jiang Siming took out the acupuncture he carried and said to Segura, "Please find me alcohol and fire."

Although Segura didn't know what Jiang Siming was going to do, he still brought alcohol and fire to Jiang Siming.

"Mr. Jiang, will this ... hurt?" Messi's wife looked a little dazed at the needles.

Jiang Simingyi

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, you won't feel anything at all."

Treatment begins under such simple conditions.

In the eyes of everyone, it was just a few insignificant fine needles stuck in Messi's leg injury, and it was completely impossible to see what the use was.

And Messi himself said that the needle was stuck on him, and he really didn't feel anything.

After all the needles were pierced, Jiang Siming pulled out the silver needles.

Messi's leg injury quickly turned purple, as if the bruises were gathered together, it seemed that his leg was more serious than before.

Jiang Siming didn't panic at all. He picked up a scalpel and cut a knife on the wound, and the bruises immediately spilled out.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, but Messi himself was not only in pain, but also felt that the pain of his leg injury was rapidly diminishing.

Before they could react, Jiang Siming had already wrapped the gauze on Messi's leg again.

"Does your leg still hurt?" Jiang Siming asked Messi.

Messi felt it for a moment, and his eyes widened: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"

Others were simply listening to a fantasy, and the attending doctor even thought that Messi was talking about acting on purpose.

Jiang Siming smiled and said to Messi: "Don't be too happy, I just help you get out the congestion and relieve the pain, but your legs are still not good."

"You didn't take anesthesia, how did you relieve the pain?" Messi asked in surprise.

"This is the charm of acupuncture, the unique ability of our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine." Jiang Siming replied.

Messi's wife seemed to see hope and asked anxiously, "Can my husband's leg injury really be cured?"

"Of course." Jiang Siming took out a pill, patted it into powder, poured it into a small bottle, and handed it to Messi's wife.

"This medicinal powder is divided into seven parts, and one part is soaked in warm water for him to drink every day. After seven days, the leg injury will heal."

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