After Xia Chen finished speaking, he still used rapid acupuncture. Every movement was close to perfection, making Duduo's eyes extremely bright, but Duduo also felt that Xia Chen was exhausted.

There are sixty patients, a total of fourteen major public wards, and each ward has fifteen patients.

Xia Chen has not stopped since he started acupuncture. The process of applying acupuncture to each patient is only seven or eight seconds. However, after each acupuncture, Xia Chen will stand in place to recover for several seconds, making his breath stable. At first, because many people only focus on Xia Chen's acupuncture techniques and Xia Chen's extremely mysterious method of using Qi to transport acupuncture, they did not see it. However, with Xia Chen's staying for acupuncture for each time, the longer the longer the many people stay, and that would be too slow.

After all the patients in the ward No. 3 major, after all the acupuncture was completed, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Xia Chen's forehead.

Many people wipe the sweat on Xia Chen's forehead every time after Xia Chen's acupuncture.

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came to mind in the corridor. The two doors of the isolation room were knocked open by the reporters who rushed in.

Xu Guoming was also among the reporters. He didn't expect that this group of press would be so crazy. His slightly fat body moved forward with great effort. He finally arrived in front of the group of reporters and shouted solemnly: "You are all front-line reporters from major media. Now Xia Chen is still applying acupuncture to the patients. Can you keep the order and enter the venue in turn!"

Although the reporters in front are concerned about Xu Guoming's identity, the big news in front of them is concerned by the whole country. If they can obtain first-hand information, they may have the opportunity to be nominated for the Pulitzer News Prize. If they can win the Pulitzer News Prize, this is an irresistible** for these reporters.

Xu Guoming looked at the dozens of memorials in front of him, and his eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness. After this incident, he had been contacting the top doctors and medical teams in the country, and he had already been exhausted these days.

At this moment, seeing these reporters who looked like naked women, he took out his cell phone and made a phone call.

These reporters are just some reporters who are staying outside Yanjing Medical College, but the influence of these people cannot be ignored. They are all celebrities active in the press, so Xu Guoming lets these people in. However, these people are all crazy people, and they didn't even change their sterile clothes. After asking for the address, they all rushed over. Although foreign medical reports have clearly pointed out that there is no human-to-human transmission of this virus, this possibility has not been ruled out.

Xia Chen was giving the patient acupuncture to the last ward, and suddenly he felt the dazzling films flashing endlessly.

The strong and harsh light made his eyes unable to open.

Duoduo was also extremely annoyed by this group of reporters who suddenly broke in. There were sounds of shutter clicking in his ears. More than a dozen reporters, holding guns and cannons, were facing Xia Chen in the ward, and Duoduo took a lot of slaps.

Duoduo looked up at Xia Chen, and saw fine beads of sweat appearing on Xia Chen's forehead, and he hurriedly wiped Xia Chen's sweat.

Under the illumination of the film light, Xia Chen's face looked extremely pale, and white mist appeared at the temples beside his ears.

This made many people feel respect for Xia Chen in their hearts.

At this time, Xia Chen was patiently waiting for many sweat on his forehead, and turned around and a cold light appeared in his dark eyes, and said with a hearty voice: "Stop!"

Xia Chen's voice was not loud, but it was a chill. The coldness that was bent and ready to press the shutter could not help but stop their movements.

Under the dazzling light, Xia Chen held up a silver needle for acupuncture and whispered again - stop.

However, this time his voice was obviously much weaker than last time.

However, at this time, the crazy reporters all stopped their movements. These people stared at Xia Chen in a daze, waiting for Xia Chen's following.

Xia Chen paused for a second, looked at the many people who were staring at him blankly. Seeing that the girl looked at her, she could only admire her, but she was not afraid or fear. She was slightly stunned. She seemed to be angry just now, and she inadvertently emitted a sense of pressure, which shocked these people. This girl was so close to her and was not affected. This really surprised Xia Chen. It seemed that this nurse was a medical practitioner.

He raised his head and looked at the reporter present. Su Rong said: "This is the last ward, with a total of fifteen patients. Each patient has a chance to take photos. He will draw lots to decide the order, or get out of here!"

After Xia Chen said that, everyone could not help but take a step back to the back.

These reporters are active on the TV station where they are located. The front line of the magazine remembers that they have experienced all kinds of big figures and big events, but everyone felt that this young man had a kind of aura. This aura was very strange, which made them feel a bone-broken chill in their hearts.

At this time, Xu Guoming also reacted and walked in from outside the door.

Start arranging these people to draw lots.

Soon these people finished drawing lots and began to take photos in their respective orders. A patient could only let one reporter take photos, so the range of photos that these reporters could take was as limited as before. Some reporters also changed their camera positions from time to time and captured close-ups of Xia Chen.

Many people found that Xia Chen's face became paler and paler. After each acupuncture for the patient, the rest time became longer and longer.

At first, it took about ten seconds to rest. Now, every time Xia Chen finished acupuncture for a patient, he had to rest for thirty seconds. During this period, Xia Chen would also be remembered to take photos, but Xia Chen insisted not to take off his mask.

He knew that his actions had already surpassed the bottom line of the old man in his family. If he took off his mask again, he was afraid that the old man in his family would really come to Yanjing and bring him back to Dongcheng.

Xia Chen will soon finish the injection of the last patient.

Many great people beside Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief. When these journalists saw that Xia Chen had finished acupuncture, they immediately asked Xia Chen a question.

"Director Xu said you are the grandson of Xia Zhengrong, the god of medicine. You are still a student of Yenching University. Do you have confidence in healing these people?"

Xia Chen looked up at the reporter and said, "I don't have much confidence in myself, but I have confidence in the traditional Chinese medicine I have mastered. What I have mastered from the thousands of years of inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine in ancient China is nothing more than the basics!"

There were many people around Xia Chen. When he heard this reporter not believing in Xia Chen, he felt a little worried about Xia Chen. If these reporters knew that Xia Chen knew how to use his luck, these reporters would definitely not believe Xia Chen!

He was thinking about how to gain the trust of these reporters for Xia Chen.
Chapter completed!