With these old Chinese medicine experts looking suspicious, Han Ankang didn't explain much. He carried the traditional Chinese medicine box he carried with him and returned to the intensive care unit where the old man of the Zhao family was placed.

As he used yesterday's Liuyang Huitian acupuncture again, stimulating Mr. Zhao from his drowsy state, he recognized that he had lost Taoist acupuncture techniques and finally completely believed it. The very magical Chinese medicine master who was praised by experts from the provincial hospital yesterday was indeed this Chinese medicine doctor who had just graduated from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine for more than a year. It is logically called "rookie".

Only Gu Heng, who had some contact with Han Ankang, knew that when Han Ankang was studying at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he had a higher level of traditional Chinese medicine theory and practical treatment than other students. He had never seen the ancient massage technique he had passed on by his family. Therefore, when his colleagues asked him about Han Ankang's situation, he could only tell what he knew.

When they learned that Han Ankang was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, these old Chinese doctors mistakenly thought that the almost lost Liuyang Huitian acupuncture used by Han Ankang was likely to be a unique family skill. Therefore, they were curious but did not dare to disturb Han Ankang's treatment.

Zhao Hu, who woke up from his sleep again, looked at Han Ankang who had chatted a few times yesterday, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you!"

Anyone who knows that Zhao Hu is very competitive in his personality knows that there are not many people who can find all over China and can be worthy of his thanks. Unexpectedly, he is now given a young Chinese medicine practitioner.

When facing the patient, Han Ankang was always gentle and gentle as the spring breeze and rain, he smiled and said, "Old man, from today on, I will be your attending doctor. I will use acupuncture to eliminate the bullet that represents your merits for you. Because I can't take it out, I'm afraid I can't leave it for you as a souvenir. Don't you mind?"

During the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, Zhao Hu, who was hit by a bullet from the US military and has not been taken out so far, heard that the little doctor was still so concerned about his feelings, and squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, I've been entangled with this bullet for a lifetime. I'm very happy to hear it leave!"

Everyone present knew that this bullet was older than some people present. Think about such a time bomb that could be fatal at any time, lurking in the body. If it weren't for someone with extraordinary courage, I would have been scared to death. It would be so calm that Zhao Hu could be so calm!

After saying these words, Zhao Hu seemed a little panting, after Han Ankang's head massage, his breath quickly stabilized again. Seeing that Mr. Zhao wanted to speak again, Han Ankang stretched out a finger in front of his mouth like coaxing a child, and stopped him with a smile: "Old man, we still have a big battle to fight later. How about you save more combat power and fight side by side with me?"

It was clear that the old man in front of him was a tiger general on the battlefield. Describing treatment as a war would undoubtedly stimulate his strong willpower to survive. Sure enough, Zhao Hu seemed very happy that Han Ankang knew his warlike temper. He nodded seriously, saying that he would cooperate with Han Ankang's treatment.

Knowing that the treatment would be a slow and long process, Han Ankang took out the Centennial Ginseng that he had received from the Zhao family yesterday from the medicine box. He took out a sharp knife and cut the ginseng into slices that could be swallowed and taken. This skill of cutting ginseng with bare hands also amazed the experts present.

After cutting the ginseng slices, Han Ankang took out two pieces and signaled Mr. Zhao to open his mouth, put the ginseng slices into his mouth and let him hold them in his mouth. If he felt that the ginseng slices were swollen, it would be nothing big to swallow them.

All preparations were ready. Han Ankang took out the golden needles that he had known for the whole night last night, took out one of the thickest golden needles, and put a piece of prepared magnet aside for use. Knowing that this ablation technique is also a test of the patient's willpower, Han Ankang looked at the Zhao family's old man who was mentally prepared.

He said with a slightly serious expression: "Old man, I will feel a little uncomfortable and painful when I treat it later. I hope you can persist and endure it more. As long as you persist in this battle, after a few treatments, you should be able to regain your strength. You were able to even American soldiers back then, and you shouldn't succumb to a bullet, right?"

Zhao Hu, who was a little unhappy with this, glared at him as if angry. Han Ankang suspected his willpower. Just as his entire attention was turned to anger, the golden needle that he had just been ready to grab in his hand was quickly and accurately hit by Han Ankang in the position of the bullet.

Although this was only a blink of an eye, the people present were shocked by Han Ankang's courage to apply needles so boldly. Even Zhao Hu, who was still angry, felt a trembling heart and couldn't help but snort in pain.

Only then did he realize that the little doctor had just diverted his attention. If he had just stared at the golden needle and stabbed it into his heart, he would have been nervous. Although he felt a little uncomfortable now, he still persisted with his patience.

After piercing the golden needle, he felt that the tip of the needle was just above the bullet. Han Ankang reached out to the old man who reacted and said, "No, I am worthy of being a tiger general on the battlefield. We have passed this first level, and the next is a protracted battle. After that, you will feel a little numbness and pain. That is the effect of treatment. If you want to get better early, then bear it.

However, when you really feel that you can't stand it, don't force yourself to do it. You must tell me. This is related to my next treatment, so you must remember it! You can't hold on!"

Standing by the side, watching Han Ankang treat his father like coaxing a child, Zhao Chengcheng was shocked and admired that Han Ankang could accurately grasp his father's temper. The more serious you tell him, the more he felt that you were exaggerating and did not take it seriously. But if you touch his temper, you could basically eat him tightly.

As Zhao Hu nodded again, the ancient acupuncture technique was performed, which shocked the old Chinese medicine practitioners present again. As the golden needle began to tremble and rotate frequently, Zhao Hu felt an ant crawling at the apex of his heart. Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and could endure it even if he gritted his teeth. Therefore, Zhao Hu looked a little itchy and painful, and he could still look at Han Ankang without saying a word.

Just as the golden needle was spinning at high speed, Gu Heng and others who were standing next to staring at the golden needle were seen. The golden needle was shining just now, and a layer of black powder was covered with the needle. Every time the powder on the top of the golden needle increased, Han Ankang would rub the magnet over and suck the powder on the golden needle off.

When the experts who saw that the magnet could absorb the black powder from the golden needle and knew why Zhao Hu was critically ill, they quickly realized that the powder should be the bullet powder left in Zhao Hu's body. Everyone present suddenly felt a sudden realization of this miraculous acupuncture treatment.

Only the old Chinese doctor present knew very well how difficult this acupuncture method was to turn a hard bullet into powder to guide it out. It is no exaggeration to describe it as "difficult than climbing the sky". There is also the golden needle that trembled at high speed at that moment, which kept its frequent rotation and rotation without hurting the patient, and it could melt the bullet bit by bit. The accuracy in the middle made the old Chinese doctor present sweat all over when he thought about it.

Looking at Han Ankang staring at the golden needle with all concentration, and Zhao Hu, who was also sweating, the old man carefully discovered that every time the golden needle was about to stop, Han Ankang would flick the needle, and after each shot, Han Ankang's breathing would increase a little.

Although he felt itchy and painful, he was a little worried, as the black powder was guided out by the golden needle bit by bit, Han Ankang, who was originally refreshing, became sweating profusely as if he was fished out of the water.

Until the end, when Zhao Hu felt something was wrong, he found that Han Ankang, who was pale, took back the golden needle and stood unsteadily, quickly said: "The situation is much worse than I thought. Today, I cannot remove the bullets at once, so I have to take a few days before doing the ablation technique. Ask someone to prepare some ginseng soup for the old man, and then apply the needle when I recover."

After saying these words quickly, Han Ankang fell to the arms of Cui Zhenshan who was holding him down with shock and admiration, amid everyone's shock and admiration. He knew that this needle-firing technique would greatly damage Han Ankang. When he was treating him the previous time, a similar situation occurred, but he did not faint directly like he did now.

Zhao Hu, who thought something had happened and felt that after the golden needle was removed, had a sense of depression in his heart cleared most of the time, immediately said, "Bigou, hurry up and let the doctor see what's wrong with this child?"

Datou was Zhao Chengcheng's nickname. In fact, it was not necessary for the governor to give instructions. Gu Heng, who was skilled in taking the pulse, immediately went over and thrust Han Ankang's arm.

After taking the pulse, he quickly said: "Old Zhao, Governor Zhao, and this old man, Xiao Han just consumed too much and injured some of his energy. He fell asleep temporarily. He hung a bottle of nutrient solution for him later. He would wake up after a while. Don't worry too much!"

Zhao Hu was naturally moved when he heard that Han Ankang was so tired to treat his illness. Moreover, this time he really stepped into the gate of hell with one foot. With Han Ankang's help, he saw the opportunity to regain his life. Especially before Han Ankang fainted, he said all about his arrangements for him, and this kind of heart of kindness and medical treatment deserves the respect of this veteran.

Zhao Hu, who felt that his spirit had improved a lot, immediately ordered the governor's son to arrange the best and proper care for Han Ankang. He was a little worried and asked the hospital to add Zhang Bing in his ward. He watched Han Ankang who was lying on the ill and was sleeping. When nothing abnormal occurred, the old man felt a little relieved.

Until the old man saw so many people staying in the ward, he was a little crowded, and drove all the officials who came to visit the hospital leaders out of the ward. He left his son and Cui Zhenshan, who invited the miracle doctor for him, asked about why he and Han Ankang met.

When he learned that the head of the Cui family, who was a few years younger than him, owed Han Ankang a life like him. Zhao Hu finally understood why the grand leader of the Cui family in South Korea traveled thousands of miles to stand up for a doctor. For the elderly, how could the value of Ankang be explained by a life-saving benefactor?
Chapter completed!