Shen Mingguang looked at the slightly sarcastic expression on Qin Yang's face and felt a sank in his heart, but he had already said that he could only nod.

"Yes, let's not talk about other places, there are many cases like Ms. Liu every year in our Seoul Hospital. Although we have tried our best to treat it, because the technology does not meet the standards, many people still cannot treat it."

Shen Mingguang glanced at Liu Xiaomin next to him with a sincere expression: "Ms. Liu is an example. If she didn't happen to meet you, Mr. Qin, I'm afraid there would be only one result in amputation. There are other patients similar to Ms. Liu in our hospital."

"Mr. Qin has only one person. Even if he has done his best to treat so many people, he cannot treat so many people. But if Mr. Qin can teach us the way to treat Miss Liu well, we can treat more people."

"Isn't there a saying in China that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? This is not a matter of life, but tens of thousands. This is also a matter of immeasurable merit for Mr. Qin." After listening to Shen Mingguang seriously, Qin Yang raised his hands calmly and puffed his palms hard.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

Qin Yang didn't say anything, just clapped calmly with such a calm expression, but the applause seemed a little harsh when it fell into everyone's ears.

It's not like applause, but like slapping the face.

He kept slapping everyone in the face.

Shen Mingguang's face was a little overwhelmed. He had originally had a thick face and held a glimmer of hope to make this request to Qin Yang. He himself knew it was too much, so he used so many words to squeeze Qin Yang over. What if Qin Yang's face was tender, he would agree?

Seeing Qin Yang slapping like this, Shen Mingguang knew that his little thoughts had been seen through by Qin Yang, and he was immediately embarrassed.

"Mr. Qin, what do you mean?"

Qin Yang laughed and stopped: "You are really beautiful."

Shin Mingguang was stunned for a moment. I am really beautiful. What does this mean?

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the crowd. Perhaps the Koreans didn’t understand this meme, but most of the Chinese present were young people, so they naturally understood the meaning of this meme. Someone immediately shouted: “You are really beautiful, so don’t think too beautifully!”

Shen Mingguang's face changed slightly when he heard the words in the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qin, the treatment you are using may bring new inspiration and promotion to the neuromedical aspects of the entire world. Are you ready to cherish your own things and not willing to make any contribution to the world?"

Qin Yang smiled and did not get angry: "Director Shen, is your house a unique villa or a townhouse?"

Shin Mingguang frowned and said, "We are talking about medical issues. You ask me what house I live in. What does it matter?"

Qin Yang said lightly: "People with status and wealthy status like President Shen will naturally live a very comfortable life and live well. However, there are still many people in this world who cannot eat and live in dilapidated houses. President Shen is so caring and takes it as his mission to save the world. Or donate your savings to those poor in need, and sell the villas, so you can change many houses for those in need."

Shen Mingguang naturally understood what Qin Yang meant, and said angrily: "You are making trouble!"

Qin Yang was still not angry and changed the topic: "Okay, even if I give you this unique skill professor, I won't tell you whether you can master it. Even if your hospital can master it, will you charge money when treating patients?"

Shen Mingguang was speechless and supported himself: "So many employees in our hospital need to pay wages, and treatment also requires medication and high-tech instruments, so naturally there is a charge."

Qin Yang sneered: "I will teach you the unique skills of my master for free, so that your hospital will become awesome. Then you can make a lot of money with the things I teach you for free. While putting money in your pocket, you said that you have promoted the progress of the medical community, curing diseases and saving people, and how noble it is... Do you think I look like a fool?"

Shen Mingguang's face suddenly turned red: "I don't mean this. If you are willing to teach this treatment method, I can promise you that all patients who use your treatment method will only charge a cost fee, and our hospital does not make money..."

Qin Yang interrupted Shen Mingguang: "Yes, you don't make money. You just need to be famous. If your fame increases, are you still afraid that you won't make money?"

Shen Mingguang wanted to say something else, but Qin Yang waved his hand to stop him and said lightly: "Stop talking nonsense. Don't talk about me. Most of you here understand that you are old and have a status. Don't you feel embarrassed to say such words? If you say a few righteous words, you can get other people's unique skills. Who do you think is a fool?"

Qin Yang's eyes swept across the onlookers with different faces around him and explained coldly: "Although I never care what others think of me, since you are so righteous, I'll give you a specific answer."

"First, Miss Liu's legs are not cured by a few massages and acupuncture. There are many things involved. First of all, the cost of those medicinal materials alone will cost at least seven or eight million. I'm talking about Huayuan, not Korean won."

As Qin Yang finished speaking, the crowd was in an instant.

What is the cost of medicinal materials of 8 million yuan?

Just hearing this, many people are already amazed.

Mom, eight million, why don’t you grab it?

But everyone also knew that Qin Yang did not need to lie about this matter, and everyone was thinking that if so many experts could not cure the disease. If you recover from herbal medicine that costs dozens of dollars, you can just bubble it for a few clicks and press it for a few times, would it seem too ridiculous?

If this is the case, no one will believe it if you say it out.

Many people also sighed in their hearts, if anyone really does this, let alone those experts have no choice, even if Qin Yang is willing to help him, first of all, you must be able to give out eight million. Without these eight million, wouldn’t it be a death?

Qin Yang ignored the noise and discussions of the onlookers, stared at Shen Mingguang in front of him, and said coldly: "Second, massage techniques and my acupuncture techniques must use internal energy. Only practitioners with internal energy can specifically explore where the meridians are blocked, and then stimulate the acupuncture points based on acupuncture points and stimulate the energy. Not everyone can perform the acupuncture techniques I perform, so it must reach a certain level of strength, and this level is quite high."

The crowds in the open space were still noisy, but the content of the discussion had changed rapidly with Qin Yang's words.

Internal energy?

Strength reaches a certain level?

It turns out that he is still a practitioner!
Chapter completed!