With this idea, Zhang Baokun tried his best to calm his mind and said calmly: "You sit down first, I'll call the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine and ask them to send a set of silver needles."

Soon, Dr. Wang from the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine brought the silver needle. When he saw Li Muran, he said in surprise, "Huh" without hesitation to the dean, and said directly: "Young man, have we ever met? You look a little kind-faced?"

The Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine is relatively idle. Although Dr. Lao Wang is also in charge of the expert clinic, except for those older people, there are basically no few people.

As soon as the dean called, Dr. Wang came here in person.

Li Muran smiled and said, "It should be, I seem to have borrowed a silver needle from you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Baokun stood up from his seat excitedly, pointed at Li Muran, and said with a trembling hand: "Director Wang, please see clearly. Is this indeed the person you met that day?"

"The figure looks quite similar. Dean, you have a mask here, I want to confirm it again." Dr. Lao Wang did not immediately draw a conclusion.

Zhang Baokun quickly opened the drawer, took a new mask and handed it over. Li Muran cooperated very well and took it with him.

"Like! No, you are the master of acupuncture!" Dr. Lao Wang was no longer calm now.

These days, Dr. Lao Wang has been asked about the young master's appearance by many people. After saying it over and over again, it is difficult to impress you if you don't have a deep impression.

"The master can't be said to be, he just has some experience." Li Muran said modestly.

Zhang Baokun walked out, grabbed Li Muran's hand, shook it hard twice, and said sincerely: "Sorry, since many people have come to pretend to be that mysterious master recently, I am a little bored. My attitude just now is a bit bad. I hope you don't take it to heart."

Li Muran was a little surprised. What a person the second hospital director was. Even if he was a little cold to himself just now, he didn’t have to do this now!

It turns out that Zhang Baokun has another headache these days, that is, Yidian has invested a high amount of money to invite a brain expert who returned from abroad to samples, and the limelight is in full swing.

On the other hand, the second doctor has been searching for so many days, but he has not found the so-called mysterious master. He is waiting outside to see their jokes!

Now, Li Muran took the initiative to stand up. No matter what the reason is, at least he can explain this matter, and he can also wipe out the decline of the doctors in recent days. Of course, Zhang Baokun was happy. A little loss of composure is nothing!

Li Muran smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. It's normal for you to have some doubts. Now there are silver needles. Why don't we go and find a patient to try it now!"

Zhang Baokun waved his hand and said, "No, no, I didn't know it just now. Now that Director Wang has recognized you, he must be wrong."

Dr. Lao Wang did not agree, but instead agreed with Li Muran's words: "Director, I actually think it doesn't matter if I try it. Anyway, this guy doesn't mind. By the way, what do you call you?"

Li Muran smiled and said, "My name is Li Muran, just call me Xiao Li. Stop calling me a master or something, it sounds awkward."

"Okay, Xiao Li, don't call me the dean or something, just call me Lao Zhang." Zhang Baokun said with a smile.

Dr. Lao Wang was shocked. When did the dean become so approachable? It was too unscientific! But he still agreed: "My surname is Wang, Xiao Li, just call me Lao Wang!"

"Old turtle!" Li Muran's mind didn't turn around, but he quickly reacted and held back his smile and said, "Director Zhang and Lao Wang, where can we go to test? You are more clear about the patients in the hospital."

Zhang Baokun glanced at Dr. Lao Wang, and the latter immediately said with understanding: "There is a patient in the hospitalization department who needs acupuncture treatment today. We can go over and take a look together."

The patient recommended by Lao Wang is selfish. The patient himself firmly supports traditional Chinese medicine, but her children are different. After several times, they all want to stop the traditional Chinese medicine treatment methods that are useless in their eyes, especially acupuncture. They basically complain about it every time.

Now that there is such an opportunity, no matter what you say, you have to let those local buns who have never seen the magical Chinese medicine, even if he doesn't know if Li Muran is that sure.

To be honest, he has not yet fully confirmed whether Li Muran is that mysterious master. In the end, the medical skills industry is still based on the effort, so it is best to go to the field for experiments.

After coming to the ward that Lao Wang mentioned, a young man with hair dyed golden yellow and dressed in a fancy way first glanced at Dr. Lao Wang with contempt, and then said with an unhappy look: "It's finally the last time, let's see what tricks you want to play today!"

Dr. Wang looked frustrated and helpless. As a doctor and an old Chinese doctor, he certainly hopes that the patient can escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible. Unfortunately, his medical skills are really limited. If the patient had not been transferred to the first doctor for his own persistence, it would have been a slap in the face.

Today is also the last time I gave the patient acupuncture. Although the patient insisted on taking the traditional Chinese medicine he prescribed, it also had little effect.

Dr. Lao Wang nodded, turned around and said to Li Muran, "This is the patient I mentioned. Xiao Li, go and have a look!"

The family of the yellow-haired patient immediately said sarcastically: "Oh, what's the matter with this? Just put on a doctor's mask, and do you still have sunglasses to pretend to be blind? You'd better be careful. If my grandma is damaged, I will never end up with you!"

Li Muran is dressed up now, wearing sunglasses and a mask. He still wants to keep a low profile for the time being, and does not want too many people to know about this.

The old man on the hospital bed coughed twice and said weakly: "Xiaojie, don't be rude. Why don't you get out of here and let Dr. Wang and the others come over!"

The yellow-haired young man glared at Li Muran and his party fiercely, but still obediently gave in.

Li Muran didn't care, so he walked directly to the patient's bed and said kindly: "Old man, you look good today!"

The old man on the hospital bed also smiled and said, "No, I'm old and full of illness. I don't know when the King of Hell will take away my old bones."

"Hehe, you're always joking. Do you mind asking me to take your pulse for you?" Li Muran said with the flow.

The patient looked at Li Muran. The young man in front of him seemed to be less than thirty years old, not much older than his grandson. How could he really take his pulse?

However, the patient cooperated to extend his right hand, and Li Muran also put on a professional pulsating posture, which looked very stylish.
Chapter completed!