"You...what are you going to do?!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at Zhang Yang worriedly, fearing that he would do something rough to him.

"I said your quack medicine has misled people! Let's make it clear this time!" Zhang Yang said coldly.

"You said I'm a quack. Do you know who my father is and who my grandfather is?" The gold-rimmed glasses were so angry that they were shaking all over and were about to run away.

"Not interested!" Zhang Yang raised his brows and curled his lips and said, "Besides, even if your father and grandfather are great doctors, it has nothing to do with your medical skills. Besides, it doesn't matter if you rush to prescribe a prescription as soon as you hear about myocarditis.

Level, I don’t think I will wrong you.”

"You...you dare to say that my father and grandfather are not good enough. All the textbooks we study are written by them." Gold-rimmed glasses waved their fists and roared.

"Really?" Zhang Yang looked at the gold-rimmed glasses with disdain.

"Humph, you must have heard of "Research on Ancient Prescriptions of Traditional Chinese Medicine" and "Nine Questions on Huiyang Acupuncture"!" said the gold-rimmed glasses with pride.

"Sorry, I really haven't heard of it. I only know a book called "Jin Fang Supplement" and "Kowloon Acupuncture".

"Hey, have you ever seen Jiulong Acupuncture?! Isn't it lost? You must not be just talking nonsense! Yes, you must have heard about it." A thin boy among the onlookers said in a sinister manner.

Zhang Yang noticed that this person was not a classmate of this class.

There were several people surrounding him, looking at him with some admiration.

"Sorry to disappoint you, that book is still lying in my master's cabinet!" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Impossible!" The thin boy raised his voice slightly.

"Why is it impossible?" Zhang Yang asked back.

"Okay, do you remember? Just say the name."

"Is it enough to just say the name? I know that book by heart!"

"tell me the story."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give it to you! Due to the rules of the master, I can't tell you the magic formula, and without the support of the breath, it can't have real effects. But what I can tell you is that this first injection

Qiu Niu Qinghun, which is basically pricking acupuncture points with round needles and guiding the Qi to regulate it, can not only restore the vitality of the atrophic or diseased body, but also eliminate the evil and filthy air... Oh, it means killing the diseased cells.

Cancer cells are not impossible."

"Theoretically, that's true. But it's impossible to develop any true energy, right? So it's useless, let alone kill cancer cells!"

"Really?" Zhang Yang squinted his eyes.

"Do you know how?"

Zhang Yang smiled but said nothing.

Ouyang Ting on the side couldn't help frowning, and her eyes fell on the two broken composite boards on the ground again.

"Don't interrupt! Zhang Yang, please tell me how to treat myocarditis! You can't deceive me!" His face turned red with gold-rimmed glasses, and his chest heaved violently.

"Are you asking me for advice?"

"Hmph! If you have the ability to convince me, let alone asking you for advice, what if I just become your teacher?"

"Forget it, I don't want a disciple like you. Ouyang classmate is just a sinister evil entering the body... Oh, it's myocarditis caused by low immunity. It's good to rest more, but it's not enough to see immediate results. Go back and burn it with ginger.

Soak in wine and rub the three acupuncture points of Neiguan, Jiuwei and Zhiyang for ten minutes every day until you feel a burning sensation, which will heal in seven days."

When Zhang Yang said this, he deliberately looked at Ouyang Ting.

The latter pursed his lips and did not speak after all.

"So simple?" Gold-rimmed glasses said with a look of disbelief.

"Tch, if it weren't for the fact that men and women are not intimate, I have an easier way." Zhang Yang said disdainfully, and winked at Ouyang Ting.

"what way."

"Acupuncture or massage! I guarantee that the disease will be cured instantly and the results will be immediate!" Zhang Yang looked determined.

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of discussion around him.

"It's really that magical, you can't just brag!"

"That's right, it sounds like it's true."

"Perhaps this kid really has his wits about him. Otherwise, how could a poor student enter the preparatory class?"

…

"Humph, are you the only one who knows acupuncture and massage? You can cure the disease immediately and get immediate results?" Of course Ouyang Ting didn't believe it, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Do you want to try it?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Ouyang Ting was about to speak when she suddenly remembered that Zhang Yang had just said clearly that men and women were not allowed to be intimate, lest he deliberately tease her, she quickly shut up.

"Oops, Wang Yu has a nosebleed." Someone suddenly shouted.

Others burst out laughing, saying that he was too impatient and bleeds when he sees a beautiful woman.

"How about it, you are so powerful, help stop the bleeding!"

"How difficult is this!"

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, grabbed the man's left hand, pinched the sword finger in his hand, and tapped lightly on the Jianjing point.

Before anyone could react, he had already said: "Let go, that's it."

"Okay?" Wang Yu looked at Zhang Yang, with no intention of letting go.

He has been very angry since he was a child and is prone to nosebleeds.

I had a barbecue with my friends last night and drank a lot of wine. I had been on tenterhooks all day, but I didn't expect this critical moment to come.

"Relax! Isn't it just because of strong anger and long-term nosebleeds? It won't kill anyone." Zhang Yang said calmly.

Wang Yu tried to loosen it, and sure enough it stopped flowing.

"It's amazing!" Wang Yu said sincerely.

"This is just a temporary treatment, it will happen again next time." Zhang Yang shook his head and reminded him seriously.

"Is there any way to cure it?" Wang Yu humbly asked for advice.

He knew very well that although his nosebleed was not fatal, every time it started to bleed, it would not stop for three to two minutes.

Unexpectedly, this time Zhang Yang just clicked on his Jianjing point and stopped.

More importantly, he clearly felt a burning sensation there just now, and there was a faint turbulence rushing straight into his heart...

"Dip the bitter wormwood root in sugar and eat it for three days in a row." Zhang Yang said calmly.

"Okay, let me try!"

"Sincerity leads to success!" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Wang Yu hesitated and said seriously: "I will definitely do it."

"How's it going?" Zhang Yang turned around and asked with a smile on his face with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Hmph, what's there to show off when a blind cat encounters a dead mouse?" he said through gritted teeth with gold-rimmed glasses.

"It seems like you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" Zhang Yang suddenly laughed, "Originally I said that I would cure your myopia and your inability to distinguish between red and green, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

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"You...you're talking nonsense!" The gold-rimmed glasses seemed to have been stepped on, and their expression changed.

"Classmate Wang Yang, you know very well whether I'm lying or not. Isn't it just an acquired color blindness? It's not good to hide a disease and avoid medical treatment!" Zhang Yang said.

He has a super memory and has long known that the person in front of him is a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine. However, when he introduced himself, he deliberately mentioned his father and grandfather, and his stinky look made Zhang Yang a little unhappy.

He thought to himself, no matter how awesome he is, can he compare to his master and uncle?

Not to mention the master, although the uncle is good at using poison, his miraculous skill of using poison to fight poison is astonishing.

"Can you really cure it?!" Wang Yang asked.

Although he questioned Zhang Yang's methods, deep down in his heart, he was already convinced by Zhang Yang.

If nothing else, it speaks volumes that people can see through their own hidden illnesses at a glance.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is wrong as soon as he makes a move. Although Wang Yang is not an expert, he has a good background in family education and has been influenced by his experience since childhood.

"What do you think?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Then you help me get cured. Whatever you want me to do in the future, just say it." Wang Yang suppressed this sentence regardless of the looks of others.

The more arrogant people are, when they really meet a master, they are more likely to be convinced than others.

What's more, this acquired color blindness has always troubled him. If it could be eradicated, it would be a dream.

"It's a pity that you are not a beauty."

"You..." Wang Yang felt that he had been teased and was so angry that he could not speak.

"Okay," Zhang Yang suddenly laughed, "A doctor is a parent, but this is more troublesome for you. Let's find a time and you have to prepare something."

"Is it money? How much can you tell me?" When it comes to money, the gold-rimmed glasses seem to have a lot of confidence.
To be continued...