I have Wanjie chat group

Chapter 11
Under everyone's surprised gazes, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the lower right corner of the wing with his hands behind his back.His eyes only fell condescendingly on Mr. Ma, and he didn't even look at other famous doctors in the province, as if these doctors and professors were nothing, and he was extremely dismissive.

The ponytail girl was slightly displeased. Who dared to be rude in the house for so many years?Just as he was about to reprimand this man, Ma Laoyang stopped him.

Mr. Ma narrowed his eyes, stared at the man in the suit for a moment, and asked:

"Who is Your Excellency?"

During his military life, there was already a hint of anger in these words. The doctors present were frightened by the faint murderous intent in these words, and their hearts shrank slightly.

The middle-aged man in a suit said calmly:

"My surname is Zhong, and most people call me Mr. Zhong."

Everyone thought this man had such a big air.

It's just a matter of showing contempt for the doctors present. Chief Ma asked you your name in person. He only answered your surname but not your given name, and even asked people to address you by your honorific title.

Chen Le discovered that this person was the one who shook his head and sneered frequently before.

Professor Wang whispered in a low voice:
"That's a doctor from the Qingzhou No. [-] Hospital. Qingzhou is only a middle-lower city in our province. Their best hospital is the Qingzhou No. [-] Hospital. They made up their numbers last year and didn't say a few words. I don’t know what’s going on this year.”

Wu Dong had just been disdained by Mr. Zhong, and he was angry. Even the Taoist who shocked the whole audience with his true energy last year could only delay the spread of Ma Lao's injury for a year. Even if Mr. Zhong is a member of the same Taoism, it seems that He has a lot of respect for Qingshan Taoist, and how powerful he can be.

"Mr. Zhong, my research is really not that good. It's just a national-level project. What do you think? Do you have the ability to bring the dead back to life?"

Mr. Zhong sneered several times and said:
"With an ordinary person like you, how can you understand the Dao of heaven and earth?" Suddenly asked Ma Lao:
"Mr. Ma, are you really satisfied that your arm can move and be used? If you replace it with an artificial bone, will your Qi and blood still flow smoothly? Can you still practice the set of martial arts handed down from your ancestors? That is a process It’s a technique taught by Master Wu Shengguan!”

"Even if you succeed in training, if you lose one arm, you will not be able to reach perfection after all. Your life span will inevitably be affected."

Mr. Ma was shocked and moved when he heard this!

Staring at Mr. Zhong in disbelief!
It was precisely because he was worried that the Qi and blood would not flow smoothly after breaking a bone that he refused surgery!
All the doctors in the wing looked at each other, not understanding what they were talking about.

Chen Le also let out a sigh, looked at Mr. Zhong and then at Mr. Ma, and understood a lot.

Suddenly I felt very lucky.

Only then did he understand why Mr. Ma had such strong Qi and blood. It turned out that Mr. Ma was a master of martial arts, and when it came to Qingshan Taoist, Mr. Zhong seemed to be a Taoist.

Although the people in the chat group are very powerful, big monsters like the Bull Demon King are far above Mr. Zhong, and even the young Zhao Ling'er is a descendant of Nuwa, but before becoming a group manager, he could never really meet him. .

Now I can truly see martial arts masters and Taoists in the real world.

Chen Le feels that this trip is worthwhile and has gained a lot.

I must ask for advice later.

Mr. Zhong stood proudly with his hands behind his back and continued: "What a bullshit doctor. He only knows how to replace bones and how to regenerate cells. He is really ignorant!"

"Mr. Ma's minor illness is nothing more than poor treatment in the early years. The root cause of the disease is necrosis and lack of vitality. But this is just a lack of vitality, not a total lack of vitality. The circulation of qi and blood in the human body rises and falls like a torrential river. If there is a small blockage, all it takes is a burst of Qi and blood to wash it away."

"You still need to perform surgery on your arm. That's what really blocks Mr. Ma's energy and blood!"

Professor Wang and Deputy Director Li bowed their heads in submission.

Mr. Zhong’s research on the theory of traditional Chinese medicine is far better than theirs. They had vaguely understood this principle before, but how to guide Qi and blood to wash away the necrotic areas and induce vitality? They only have acupuncture, but the effect is only It's just for treating bruises and bruises.

Why is Wu Dong willing to believe in the theory of traditional Chinese medicine? He said: "Yes, yes, I am an ignorant person. Mr. Zhong, if you have any method to guide Qi and blood, please show it to me as a knowledgeable person."

Mr. Zhong cast a contemptuous glance at Wu Dong, his right foot stomped on the ground and made a light slap, as if something sprang out of it and flew past like a long snake. Someone paid attention to the ground and shouted in surprise: "This is shadow!"

Everyone took a step back, leaving an empty space. They saw Mr. Zhong’s faint shadow stretching out a black shadow and running straight towards Wu Dong’s shadow. Wu Dong was so horrified that he could not react. The black shadow had already stretched into Wu Dong’s shadow. In Dong's shadow, Wu Dong's shadow wrapped around his arm, and then twisted it slightly.

Wu Dong suddenly screamed, and everyone saw that Wu Dong's left elbow joint suddenly dropped limply. Everyone was a big doctor, and they immediately knew that Wu Dong's left elbow was dislocated.

The two guards behind Mr. Ma immediately pulled out their guns and pointed them at Mr. Zhong nervously.

Mr. Zhong just smiled coldly when faced with the two muzzles, showing no fear at all.

"Don't worry, I'm just demonstrating it with him. It only hurts people but can't save them. It doesn't count as a skill."

Then Mr. Zhong's dark shadow gently wrapped around Wu Dong's shadow arm, and the soft and hanging shadow returned to its original position.

And Wu Dong's arm returned to its original position like magic. Wu Dong, who had been sweating in pain, immediately felt relieved and stretched his arm a few times in fear, but nothing serious happened.

A few meters in the air and controlled by shadow, a person can be dislocated and restored!

Everyone present had their eyes widened, looking at Wu Dong and Mr. Zhong. Some people rubbed their eyes desperately, and some pinched their thighs.

"This is fairy art!"

Ma Lao suddenly stood up!
The ponytail girl covered her mouth.

The two bodyguards responsible for the security were sweating profusely.

If this was a sneak attack, they wouldn't even be aware of it, and they would probably be dead without having time to shoot.

Chen Le was so surprised that he quickly took photos with his cell phone.

Mr. Zhong proudly faced Ma Laodao:

"Taoist Qingshan only knows Feng Shui formations. He must have helped decorate your house. Forcing him to treat you is too difficult for a Taoist master!"

"I'm here to treat you. Of course, I won't pay a price you can't afford!"

All the doctors bowed their heads and remained silent.

Medical universities, provincial people's hospitals, and traditional Chinese medicine universities that bring students here are all bullshit, as Mr. Zhong said.

Advanced scientific research technology such as cell-induced regeneration therapy, although it is the most cutting-edge therapy in the country, is beyond the reach of other hospitals and is still within the scope of human understanding.

Mr. Zhong's use of shadow to control the human body is beyond the scope of human understanding. It can be said to be a fairy-like method.

Wu Dong's face was pale. His life and death were in the hands of others, so what else could he say.

After this comparison, not only will Wu Dong's reputation become a joke in the medical circle, but when these doctors mention the Medical University in the future, they will also refer to it as the medical university that Mr. Zhong beat up.

Mr. Ma stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Zhong, please, let's talk alone!"

In fact, none of the people present, including his granddaughter, could truly understand the power of a cultivator.He saved Taoist Qingshan's life during the war, and he had three opportunities to invite Taoist Qingshan.

Although Qingshan Taoist is not good at curing diseases, the Feng Shui formation he has set up has indeed made his Ma family prosperous for many years.

Mr. Zhong's mouth seemed to be smiling but not a smile, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes as he walked towards Mr. Ma.

All the doctors were ready to disperse, and Professor Wang and Deputy Director Li did not dare to let Chen Le come on stage again. With a Taoist master like Mr. Zhong, Chen Le’s Wu Qin Xi Qi was a bit low, and he would not recommend him again in the future. Late.

"Excuse me."

Chen Le had no intention of leaving and suddenly raised his hand.

"Can I ask Mr. Zhong a few questions?"

(End of this chapter)