Fang Han said slowly: "Try it!"

"Okay, I'll notify the operation right away!" Bogner said in a deep voice, took out his phone and said a few words. Soon a group of doctors came over and began to check the patient's condition.

After working hard for an hour, the patient pushed into the operating room. Fang Han stabbed nine golden needles into his head and shoulders, and several more on his feet.

These doctors have already received the advice not to touch these golden needles. Fang Han didn't even stayed in the operating room, and stayed outside the operating room after the injection.

Bogner came to him and asked him why he didn't stay inside and could handle it if there was a situation.

Fang Han shook his head: "If anything happens to him, I can do nothing. He is now like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. I can only block the wind and add some oil to him. If it really happens, then I have nothing to do!"

"Do you think he can hold on?" Bogner asked.

Fang Han nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, there is no problem."

"I hope they will not be surprised." Bogner said.

The two stood and talked for two hours. The operating room door opened and four doctors walked out, took off their gloves, and looked tired.

Bogner hurriedly stepped forward to ask the results. The four doctors were old doctors, but they smiled and didn't say anything, and looked at each other.

The old man in the middle had white hair and beard and bright spirits: "It's such a miracle. It's such a miracle that he can persevere in this operation. The operation is very successful. The key depends on his recovery."

"He's fine now?" Bogner asked hurriedly.

The old white-haired doctor smiled and said, "The situation is very good. Is this Fang Han? Traditional Chinese medicine does have magical techniques!"

They are all top doctors, who understand medical skills around the world, but they don’t know that this is Chinese acupuncture.
Chapter completed!