I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

"Husband, look, everyone came to see you." Messi's wife shook Messi's shoulder gently.

Only to push him back to reality from a daze, Messi raised his head and glanced at the people in the ward. These people are familiar to him, but he has never seen two of them.

But the two were surrounded by them, obviously not ordinary fans.

"Messi, let me introduce to you, this is our big boss in Barcelona, ​​the richest man in Asia from China, Mr. Jiang Simingjiang, you should have heard of it." Segura quickly introduced.

Messi thought about it for a moment, remembered it, and said to Jiang Siming: "I have watched your basketball game. Your basketball level is really good."

Jiang Siming didn't expect Messi to know him because of basketball. Other people knew him because of the name of the richest man.

After thinking about it, Messi is an athlete. His most interest is sports. It is not surprising that basketball knows him.

"I have watched your football match, and watched it for many years."

Jiang Siming responded with a smile.

Gentleman Messi smiled and said bleakly, "I may never see it again."

Jiang Siming hadn't spoken yet, but Zhao Xiaoxiao opened the mouth and said: "An La An, my father is here, this is not a problem."

Zhao Xiaoxiao also speaks fluent English. For a student of her level, English is very simple for her.

Messi thought the child was joking, but just smiled and did not express it.

It can be seen from this that Messi is really a gentleman, and he doesn't lose his temper like others at this time.

No wonder there are so many fans who like it. Such idols are simply unpleasant.

"Why don't you believe me, I didn't speak big words, my father is amazing, he is a genius doctor!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao was very dissatisfied with their response. These people who had never seen the world were too difficult to communicate.

Jiang Siming touched her head, then walked to the hospital bed, trying to check Messi's right leg.

But the attending doctor beside Messi hurriedly stopped and said, "Sir, don't move."

Jiang Siming explained: "I am also a doctor, I want to see his legs."

"Are you a doctor?" The attending doctor obviously didn't believe him. How old is Jiang Siming? Even if he is a doctor, he has always been an intern.

"Yes, I have cured a lot of people in our country. Messi's leg injury is not a big deal. It will be easy for me to deal with it."

The attending doctor smiled, and it was an undisguised mockery.

Zhao Xiaoxiao walked over, took out a pair of scissors from the medical supplies next to the bed, pointed at the doctor and said, "If you laugh again, believe it or not, I will cut your mouth open!"

Dare to laugh at her dear dad, how could Zhao Xiaoxiao be able to bear it? You can laugh at yourself, just don't laugh at her idol~

The doctor hurriedly put away his smile, but was already a little annoyed, and said: "If you mess around, I will call a security guard! Disgusting Huaxia!"

Jiang Siming hadn't said anything, and wanted to stop Zhao Xiaoxiao, but the doctor's last words changed his face.

"I will apologize for three seconds, otherwise I will prevent you from becoming a doctor." Jiang Siming said coldly.

It's okay to laugh at him, but Jiang Siming won't let go of his motherland!

The general manager Segura of course knew that the doctor was chewing his tongue, and immediately went over and said angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about? Apologize to my boss immediately!"

The doctor couldn't stand the pressure and had to apologize silently.

But still unconvinced and said: "If you want Messi to never get better, you will continue to move, and our hospital will not be responsible for anything that happens!"

Messi's wife was shaken, with an apologetic expression, and wanted to decline Jiang Siming's kindness.

But Messi unexpectedly took his wife's hand and motioned her not to speak.

Jiang Siming ignored the doctor's words, but went straight to the hospital bed and said to Messi: "Do you believe in Chinese medicine?"

"To be honest, I have never tried it, and I don't know if I should believe it."

Messi honestly expressed his thoughts.

"Then if I tell you, if your leg is treated by me, it will be healed in less than a week, do you believe it?"

"really?"

"Do I have to lie to you, lie to my own players?" Jiang Siming asked back.

Messi hesitated for a while, and then categorically said: "Okay, then I believe you! Just give me treatment!"

Messi doesn't know why he believes in Jiang Siming, but he instinctively feels that Jiang Siming is a really capable person.

Besides, this man came from Eastern China, that mysterious and ancient country.

This identity alone gives people a sense of security.

Jiang Siming got Messi's affirmation and immediately removed the bandage on his leg.

The wound was really serious. There were many broken ligaments inside, and the fractures were obvious. In addition, I had suffered from old diseases before.

If this leg is treated according to the current normal medical techniques, it can indeed be cured, but it will take at least a year to recover.

Jiang Siming can't wait so long, and Barcelona can't wait so long.

Jiang Siming took out the acupuncture he was carrying and said to Segura: "Please find me alcohol and fire."

Although Segura didn't know what Jiang Siming was going to do, he still got Jiang Siming alcohol and fire.

"Mr. Jiang, will this... hurt?" Messi's wife looked at the needles with a daze.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Don't worry, you won't feel it at all."

The treatment started under such simple conditions.

In everyone's gaze, there are just a few insignificant fine needles sticking to Messi's leg injury, and I can't tell what is the use.

And Messi himself said that the needle really didn't feel anything when it hit him.

After all these needles were pierced, Jiang Siming pulled out the silver needles.

The wounds of Messi's leg quickly turned purple, as if congestion was gathered together, it seemed that his leg was more serious than before.

Jiang Siming didn't panic at all. He picked up a scalpel and cut a knife at the wound, and the bruise suddenly spilled out.

Everyone was frightened, but Messi not only felt no pain, but also felt that the pain of the leg injury was rapidly diminishing.

Before they could react, Jiang Siming would wrap the gauze around Messi's legs again.

"Does the leg still hurt?" Jiang Siming asked Messi.

Messi felt it for a while, his eyes staring: "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt!"

Others were just listening to a fantasy, the doctor in charge even thought that Messi was acting like this on purpose.

Jiang Siming smiled and said to Messi: "Don't be too happy, I just helped you get the bruises out and relieved the pain, but your legs are still not healthy."

"You didn't take anesthetics, how did you relieve the pain?" Messi asked in surprise.

"This is the charm of acupuncture, the unique ability of our Chinese medicine doctor." Jiang Siming replied.

Messi's wife seemed to see hope and asked anxiously: "Then can my husband's leg injury really be cured?"

"Of course." Jiang Siming took out a pill, patted it into powder, poured it into a small bottle, and handed it to Messi's wife.

"This powder is divided into seven portions, soak one portion in warm water every day for him to drink. After seven days, the leg injury will heal."

[Author's digression]: Third update~ Remember to vote~