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The doctor said that the patient was very serious.

Everyone was stunned.

"Teacher Chen, using acupuncture to cure congenital hereditary heart disease is such a great medical achievement. As long as you spread the word, you will immediately become famous in China and even the world!"

"Yes, this is such a good opportunity. How can you miss it? You know, this skill alone is enough for you to win the Nobel Prize!"

"Not only that, acupuncture to cure congenital heart disease is groundbreaking. It has unparalleled value in both medicine and clinical practice. It will even be a heavy stroke in the entire history of medicine."

"That's right. Such acupuncture technology can rise to the height of benefiting mankind. Teacher Chen, don't be low-key."

Then, everyone said eagerly, looking at Chen Hao as if they saw a future star.

As a doctor, Chen Hao's mysterious acupuncture technique is no less important to them than the ultimate law of the universe for a fanatical physicist.

Chen Hao smiled helplessly.

He knew that he would encounter this situation sooner or later.

Fortunately, he had thought of an explanation long ago.

"Everyone, I understand your feelings very well."

He said sincerely, "I am not cherishing my own things, nor do I not want to benefit patients, but the method I use to cure congenital hereditary heart disease cannot be copied, because I rely not on acupuncture, but on my own vitality. This is a Taoist practice method passed down in my family. It can be regarded as a unique secret technique. Although it is effective, every time I treat it, it consumes a lot of energy, so I can't use it easily."

He cured Du Xueqing's father and daughter's heart disease by relying on magic power. Although the consumption is not large, if he tells the truth, then there will be no peace in the future, so this hole must not be opened.

"So that's the case. That's a pity."

"If curing congenital hereditary heart disease requires consuming Teacher Chen's vitality, then it really can't be publicized. Otherwise, it will not only not bring benefits to Teacher Chen, but will bring huge troubles."

Everyone finally understood and couldn't help showing regret.

They didn't doubt what Chen Hao said. After all, at Chen Hao's age, he has such a high level of medical skills. Obviously, there is a unique inheritance behind him. And curing congenital heart disease by consuming vitality sounds more convincing than curing heart disease by acupuncture.

Chen Hao also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally blocked this loophole.

"Uncle Chen, although the method of curing congenital heart disease cannot be copied, you can complete the Qianye Silver Needle Technique."

Xie Yunhui seemed to have thought of something and said, "This is a great creation of our traditional Chinese medicine, and it can also make you famous in China."

Other traditional Chinese medicine doctors heard this, and their eyes lit up, looking at Chen Hao expectantly.

"I can complete the Qianye Silver Needle Technique, but do you think it's really a good idea?" Chen Hao asked. Everyone was stunned. "Master, if the Qianye Silver Needle Technique can be completed, it would be a great thing. Why do you say that?" Ling Zhongce was puzzled. "Then let me ask you, why is the Qianye Silver Needle Technique so valuable for research?" Chen Hao said. "Of course it's because the Qianye Silver Needle Technique is incomplete and has a wide range of directions for completion..." Ling Zhongce replied. At this point, he suddenly stopped, as if he thought of something and showed a look of understanding. Xie Yunhui and others also suddenly realized. "Yes, it is precisely because of its incompleteness that Qianye Silver Needle Technique is worth studying. If it is completed, Qianye Silver Needle Technique will become perfect, but at the same time it will make everyone lose interest in deduction and research, and the loss is much greater than the incompleteness."

Chen Hao smiled and said, "The so-called great way is fifty, heaven has forty-nine, and people have escaped one. It can be seen that incompleteness is not necessarily a regret sometimes, and perfection is not necessarily good."

Everyone pondered over his words, and for a moment, they couldn't help but understand something and nodded in conviction.

"Master Chen is so young, but he has such medical skills and insights. He is really a god-like figure. It is really a blessing for the younger generation to listen to your teachings."

Xie Yunhui praised sincerely.

Everyone nodded again.

For Chen Hao, they went from despising him at the beginning, to misunderstanding, to testing, then being shocked, deeply convinced, and finally full of respect.

In less than an hour, they went through a tortuous and perfect mental journey.

"You flatterer, you just want to trick my master into accepting you as his disciple."

Only Ling Zhongce snorted and said in a low voice of contempt.

At this time

, a group of people walked into the ward.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties wearing a light blue jacket, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked majestic without being angry, and had a strong aura of being in power and high above.

The middle-aged man was also supporting an old man with silver hair and looked quite weak. The two looked quite similar, obviously father and son.

"Chief Bai, you are back."

Seeing this, everyone hurried to greet him.

Chief Bai's face was not very good. He nodded, and without saying anything, he helped the old man to lie down on the bed in the bedroom.

The family members followed in.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Doctor Qu, what are the results of Mr. Bai's whole-body MRI examination?"

Xie Yunhui looked at the accompanying doctor.

"It's still the same as before. Except for some common geriatric diseases, there are no findings."

The doctor surnamed Qu smiled bitterly.

"Didn't Mr. Bai go for a checkup when he was sick? There was nothing abnormal?" Zhao Yingda asked. "No." Doctor Qu was dejected, "We also specially strengthened the scan of the part where Mr. Bai was sick, but found nothing." Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. "Zhongce, what disease does Mr. Bai have? Tell me in detail." Chen Hao said. "Master, this is the problem. We don't know what disease Mr. Bai has." Ling Zhongce sighed, "We have done Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis, Western medicine blood test and various physical examinations, but we can't find the cause of the disease." "No symptoms?" Chen Hao asked. "There are symptoms, and they are very obvious."

Xie Yunhui continued, "At irregular times every day, Mr. Bai would feel severe and unbearable pain in a certain part of his body, but when checking the painful area, there was nothing abnormal."

"What's even more strange is that Mr. Bai's pain came without any signs and disappeared very suddenly. It might hurt for an hour or two, and then suddenly it stopped, and there were no sequelae in the painful area."

"It turned out that we had done a full-body scan on Mr. Bai, but we couldn't find the cause of the disease. We thought about waiting for Mr. Bai to get sick before scanning again, but the result was still the same. We really have no way."

Other doctors also said in frustration.