Fang Han knew that his current strength was not qualified to sit with them, and his power, status or wealth were far from enough.

He didn't care much. When he entered this circle, he was not about competing, but about complementing each other and being able to help each other. Fang Han was confident that he had this ability.

After playing cards for a while, several people were very harmonious.

Figuez lost another game, and the money was not small. They didn't care about it. He remained calm and chatted and laughed.

"Figgs, it's not going well. Do you want to take a break?" McCann smiled and said, "How about going out and playing again and again?"

"McCann!" Figuez glared at him, "Are you afraid that my body can't hold on?"

They played cards for more than an hour and had been intense mental exercise, which was more exhausting than playing mahjong, and they were calculating every minute.

Such a exhausting exercise is indeed not suitable for long-term play.

McCann laughed and said, "I'm tired, I'm tired of being so strong, so don't hold on!"

"Little McCann, you underestimate us too much!" Phiges snorted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. It took him a long time to stop, and his face turned red like blood and looked ugly.

McCann said: "Figgs, what's wrong?"

"Damn the lungs!" Figuez shook his head and said, "This old guy is going to strike!"

"What the hell is it?" McCann frowned.

"What else can I get?" Figuez snorted, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "At this age, no part on his body is restless and he will go on strike!"

"Figgs, is it really cancer?" Diatu's face was heavy.

Figus spread his hands: "I don't want to believe it!"

"It's really..." Diatu shook his head.

"Okay, look at your appearance, it seems like I'm going to die soon!" Figuez smiled indifferently: "While you can still breathe, have fun!"

"Figgs, is there hope?" asked Hishald, his short hair standing up one by one. It was hard and persevering, and had a very masculine spirit of a man.

"If other parts have a chance, I can only wait to die!" Figuez smiled and said, "Old guy, it seems that I am going to leave you!... But it may not be possible, maybe you were hit by a car!"

Hishald snorted, "Don't worry, I will wait for you to leave first before leaving!...If you go, help me take up a place. Let's go up and continue playing cards!"

Mogen frowned: "Have you hired the best doctor, Phiges?"

"Of course." Figuez smiled and said, "Mogen, we can't wait for you to continue playing cards!"

"Where is the new drug?"

Figuez waved his hand: "Forget it, we all know that those new drugs are not reliable, and they die faster if they are used!"

"Then you can only wait for death?" Diatu asked with a frown.

"People will die. What's the matter if they get a little earlier or later?" Figuez smiled: "Guys, I'll wait for you first, don't let me wait too long!"

"Bastard!" Diatu said angrily: "You just wait, we must live a long time!"

Seeing that Fang Han was looking at Figus, McCann asked, "Fang Han, you are a top doctor, please help me see?"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head: "My medical license is from China. It's not possible here."

"No problem." McCann smiled and said, "Mr. Mogen, help Fang Han get a medical license. Fang Han is the top doctor in China and a mysterious Chinese medicine doctor!"

Mo Gen looked at Fang Han in surprise: "As far as I know, traditional Chinese medicine is an empiricism and requires enough experience."

"Fang Han is a genius!" McCann smiled and said, "He has treated great men at the level of congressman."

"Oh—?" The other four people looked at Fang Han curiously.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I have mastered a lost ancient acupuncture technique. It has a very good effect in regulating the body and treats some difficult and complicated diseases."

"Can we deal with cancer?" Mo Gen asked: "Cancer cells are the most powerful cells. They have strong vitality and are growing rapidly. We have been studying its principles and wanting to cultivate cells that match it, but unfortunately they have not succeeded."

Fang Han nodded: "It's a pity that you can try it. Use acupuncture to help the body's immune system and enable it to realize its potential. It can kill cancer cells."

"China is very backward in our eyes, and traditional Chinese medicine is also very mysterious, but it can survive for thousands of years, so we must not underestimate it." Mo Gen nodded: "Figgs. Let the prescription give it a try!"

"Fang, can you really cure me?" Figuez stared at Fang Han, his eyes bright, as if he wanted to see through Fang Han's heart.

Fang Han pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "You can give it a try, but it cannot guarantee 100%."

"Then try it!" said Figuez.

Fang Han changed his seat and sat next to Figus, then took his wrist to diagnose his pulse, and casually told him some of his symptoms.

Figuez nodded constantly, agreeing with the symptoms Fang Han mentioned. Some of these symptoms are caused by lung disease, and some are not lung disease, which others do not know about.

He became convinced of Fang Han's medical skills, adding a little hope. He looked tightly and asked, "Fang, can my disease be cured?"

Fang Han nodded: "It's okay, it's almost the same."

"Can you or not?" Phiges asked in a deep voice: "Give me some fun."

Fang Han smiled and said, "No problem!"

"Fang Han, aren't you bragging?" Hishalde frowned.

Fang Han glanced at him and had no answer.

McCann hurriedly said, "General, Fang Han is definitely not a person who speaks empty talk. Since he said there is no problem, he will definitely cure Phiges!"

"I hope so!" Hishald nodded slowly.

———

Fang Han no longer refused or was reserved, and directly asked someone to take a golden needle, not an ordinary silver needle, but an expert's golden needle.

McCann quickly found an antique-like gold needle. When he looked at the box, he knew it was an antique. The gold needle was flexible and shiny, and it was definitely not made of ordinary gold.

Fang Han was too lazy to ask more questions. In the United States, money can help the gods. The Gray family has a deep foundation, so it is not difficult to quickly find this antique and take it down.

Fang Han asked Phiges to sit on the bed, barely on his body. With a wave of his hand, eighteen golden needles had been inserted into his body and trembled slightly.

Figuez hadn't felt it yet, and was about to see which one Fang Han had stabbed, but he didn't expect that when he lowered his head, he found that the golden needle had been stabbed.

Seeing his neat and neat technique, the rest of the people were curious. They didn't see clearly how they pierced just now, and they were quick and hidden.

"Hmm-?" Just as Phiges was about to speak, he felt a stream of heat flowing from the needle, and his body continued to flow. Soon his body became warm and comfortable, and his body seemed to melt. So he fell asleep without realizing it.

Fang Han reached out and pressed it to the top of his head, and gently pressed it. His body was as straight as a javelin, motionless, and made a slight sound.

"How long do you need to sleep?" Mo Gen asked.

Since Fang Han took out the golden needle and finished it, Mo Gen kept staring at Fang Han, fearing that a detail would be left behind. Unfortunately, this is McCann's house and he cannot record it and study it carefully.
Chapter completed!