Seeing Cui Zhihao in front of a group of experts and himself, he finally chose to believe in him. Han Ankang did not continue talking nonsense with these experts. He came to Mr. Cui, who was lying on the bed, trembling but unable to make a sound, and took down all the infusion tubes stuck on his wrist in a few seconds.

After taking off the infusion needle, Han Ankang took off the needle bag on his wrist in front of the experts present. Looking at the ancient needle bag, except for the doctor who was asking the question just now, the other experts did not feel that the young doctor in front of him had such great ability to transfer Mr. Cui, who was dying, to other places for treatment.

Since he came here, Kim Jong Kook, who had never stopped being shocked, took a tourist bag and took out a top-quality ginseng that almost killed him in the mountains. Han Ankang took a small piece of ginseng from the centenary ginseng and put it on a glass cup in the ward to put it on a water blister.

When he saw the ginseng, Li Ren, an expert from the national hospital who was also a master of traditional Chinese medicine, exclaimed: "Centennial Ginseng!"

After these three words were said, Han Ankang looked back at him and said nothing more. He just felt that he could recognize the ginseng year at first glance, and he must have a deep foundation in identifying Chinese medicine. Even Cui Zhihao, who was standing aside and had no good feelings for these doctors, dared not disturb Han Ankang, but was curious about what precious medicinal materials the thing soaked in the water cup.

He asked, "Doctor Li, do you know the things in that cup?"

Knowing this incident may make the president of the big group feel distrustful in their hospital. Li Ren also took the opportunity of the other party asking questions and explained: "President Cui, did you invite an expert from there? Do you know that the things this doctor just took out were the best century-old Changbai Mountain Ginseng that could not be bought even if you have money.

As far as I know, the auction price of a hundred-year-old ginseng sold at the Singapore auction house not long ago was as high as 10 billion won. With this kind of treasure ginseng, no wonder he dared to boast that Mr. Cui would not have any impact when he was transferred to the hospital. This hundred-year-old ginseng is the best treasure medicine for life!"

Tens of billions of wons, this number will naturally not be unavailable for a president of a large group like Choi Ji-ho. But Kim Jong Kook, who just brought a bag for Han Ankang, was shocked by this.

He never thought that this travel bag, which was probably at most tens of thousands of won, would contain rare medicinal materials worth tens of billions. For a moment, he also felt that this new friend was becoming increasingly unable to understand.

When Li Ren learned from his mouth that with this treasure ginseng, his father would not have a dangerous hospital, Cui Zhihao, who had just decided to take a gamble, undoubtedly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as everyone watched Han Ankang take out a small alcohol lamp from his bag and light it, put a few silver needles on the flame to disinfect.

Han Ankang, who was very sterilized by the silver needle and was concentrating on treating the disease, did not have the energy to listen to what the people in the room said, turned around and said, "When I put the needle in, no one should be disturbed. If you pierce the wrong position, you will be fully responsible."

Just when these words aroused the anger of the experts again, but they were afraid to say anything, Han Ankang quickly took off the patient on the old man's body and lifted his chest, which was also dry, exposed and foul smell.

After placing the silver needle that had just been disinfected on his hands, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and quickly stabbed the long silver needle into the key points on the old man's chest.

Looking at the silver needles inserted in the heart, if it weren't for Han Ankang's warning just now, the experts who were present to understand the acupuncture points would probably think Han Ankang was going to murder!

But that's not all. After inserting the silver needle on his chest, Han Ankang inserted a silver needle into the acupoint and temple of the old man's head. Until all the silver needles that had just been disinfected were pierced, Han Ankang seemed a little excited and breathed a sigh of relief.

Experts who thought the silver needle would end after being pierced, saw Han Ankang take a deep breath, bent his middle finger with his right hand, and gently flicked the pierced silver needle in a very slow but rhythmic manner.

It made everyone present feel like a miracle. The silver needles that were bounced were still trembling until the last silver needle began to tremble rhythmically.

Li Ren, who was studying the so-called Korean medicine again, said as if he was frightened: "Ancient acupuncture technique! Oh my God! I thought only ancient people would use it, but I didn't expect that I would really have the fate to see this acupuncture technique in this life. President Cui, can I ask you about the name and origin of this master?"

Knowing that Han Ankang's medical skills are far from what he can compare to Li Ren, who seemed very careful when asking Cui Zhihao and wanted to know what magical ancient needle-firing technique was. After telling Li Ren about Han Ankang's origin and background, he also asked him about what magical needle-firing technique was!

In front of everyone present with curious eyes, Li Ren said: "I believe you all know that Chinese traditional Chinese medicine has a long history. I was fortunate to get a book that records the major acupuncture techniques performed by ancient Chinese traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Among them is the needle-burning technique performed by Master Han just now.

You may think that it is easy to just pop it like this, but what I want to tell you is that you need to keep the needle trembling frequency after trembling. There is no one in Korea who can do this.

According to medical records, the needle-firing technique must be used in conjunction with Taoist true qi. As far as I know, there are not many people in the Huaxia Association. President Cui, if you can find such a strange person to treat your father, I have to say that your luck is so good that it is enviable!"

In fact, when he saw that Han Ankang could cure his father's strange disease, Cui Zhihao felt that this method of killing a dead horse was really rewarded. After hearing Li Ren's obvious deep sigh, Cui Zhihao remembered the legend in the big family that China has some strange people in the mountains and wilderness who practice martial arts.

When a person with a high level of cultivation can even be invulnerable to swords and guns, Cui Zhihao knew that no matter what, Han Ankang must make good friends, which will play an immeasurable role in enhancing the Cui family's future status in South Korea.

At the same time, I also knew that when Han Ankang, who was not good at socializing but was loyal to his friendship, could not make friends with fame and fortune alone, Cui Zhihao began to consider how to establish a good friendship with Han Ankang after listening to Li Ren's words.

Just as everyone sighed that there was such a Taoist true qi in this world. After flipping the needle on his forehead, Kim Jong Kook, who was standing next to Han Ankang, found that Han Ankang, who was blushing just now, had a very pale face. When the last needle was finished, he even felt unsteady.

Kim Jong Kook, who hurried forward to support Han Ankang, said with concern: "Xiao Han, is it okay?"

Cui Zhihao, who only realized that Han Ankang had just fucked the needle and probably had some damage to himself, hurried forward and said, "Jihao is extremely grateful to Master Han for being so tired to save my father."

After saying that, he gave Han Ankang a 90-degree bent over, looking at the sincerity on Cui Zhihao's face, Han Ankang, who knew his family, waved his hand, gently pushed away Kim Jong-kook's support hands and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's because my cultivation is not yet home, which leads to excessive injections, and I almost couldn't hold on to the last injection.

However, fortunately, he was not humiliated. If nothing unexpected happened in a quarter of an hour, Mr. Cui should be able to speak. At that time, just feed him the ginseng water in the glass, and he should not have any problems within three days. He would not have to bear the pain of itch and pain in his body."

It has been a few days since I heard that my father opened his eyes and spoke to Cui Zhihao, who was talking to him. When Han Ankang came, he could treat his father to this level. He was excited and bowed again and said: "Thank you, thank you!"

Only when they understand that Han Ankang's medical skills are not at all that they can reach, these experts with relatively good medical ethics dare not complain about Han Ankang anymore. After all, in the medical field, doctors with high medical skills will still be respected by the same doctors.

The medical skills and ethics shown by Han Ankang now are completely worthy of the respect of these experts. For this reason, the senior experts of these hospitals also had a hint of concern in their eyes when they looked at Han Ankang.

Han Ankang, who found a chair next to him and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing, soon heard the old man on the bed suddenly say, "It feels so comfortable!"

Although the voice was small, everyone present could hear it clearly. Han Ankang said that the old man could open his eyes for a quarter of an hour. Sure enough, Mr. Cui, who said this, quickly opened his eyes that had been unable to open for many days.

When he saw the silver needle on his chest and his son who was standing by the bed, he also said with a hint of relief and hoarse voice: "Zhihao, the master you invited this time is there, I want to thank him. Although I couldn't speak and couldn't open my eyes just now, I knew that if it weren't for his treatment, I would probably not be able to see you again until I died. In any case, I would have to thank him. This needle makes me feel so comfortable!"

The first time I heard someone say that he was pricked by a needle and said that he felt comfortable. This old man was quite interesting. Without Cui Zhihao's introduction, Han Ankang had already walked up and asked with a smile: "Old Cui, how do you feel now?"

Seeing that his father was a little confused about Han Ankang who suddenly asked, Cui Zhihao hurriedly said, "Dad, this is Han Ankang, a medical master from China. He just gave the acupuncture for you."

When he heard his son's introduction, Mr. Cui, who was lying on the hospital bed, felt that this was really a world of talent, and a new generation surpassed the old. When could such a young doctor have such superb medical skills?

If his son hadn't told Han Ankang's identity in person, he would probably have been so young to use these few needles to pull him back from the brink of death!
Chapter completed!