Even though he offered Yue Junyao a weekly salary of 40,000 euros, Yang Bo felt no pressure at all. He arranged for people to boil the medicine, while he himself took Dr. Fang's medical book upstairs and read it.

Doctor Fang's medical books have been published in recent years, and many prescriptions have been revised. Some prescriptions are indeed effective after revision, but some prescriptions have weakened the efficacy!

Yang Bo flipped through the pages very quickly, sipping tea and reading at the same time, and seemed quite happy and free.

In the afternoon, the bodyguards and translators returned from rest, and the pharmacy seemed much livelier.

Director Sharon brought the old man to the pharmacy again. This was the time they agreed on in the morning. It did not take long to boil the medicine, and the preparations for massage and acupuncture were not very complicated, but Yang Bo deliberately arranged a later time!

Yang Bo wants to build a reputation as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor here, but there are many things that need to be grasped and the scale should not be made too easy for patients. This will make patients feel that the money spent is not worth it.

Facing the high cost of treatment, the old man looked a little unhappy, but he still endured and restrained himself.

Yang Bo didn't pay attention. He arranged for someone to bring the prepared Chinese medicine. The Chinese medicine had just been heated and was steaming. "Here, old man, drink the medicine while it's hot. It will be too bitter after it cools down!"

Sharon glanced at the medicine bowl, pointed behind him, and the middle-aged woman who had been pushing the old man came forward and started feeding him carefully.

The old man is getting older and his sense of taste is no longer so sensitive, but after feeding him the first mouthful, he couldn't help but spit it out.

The middle-aged woman was startled, quickly took some paper, helped wipe it, and comforted her in a low voice.

Sharon was a little helpless and had no choice but to ask Yang Bo: "Will the treatment be dangerous?"

"Don't worry, it won't be dangerous. After all, it's not a surgery, and there is no dangerous process!" Yang Bo said.

Director Sharon hesitated a little, but didn't say much. He just nodded, his expression a little solemn.

After a while, the old man finished drinking the Chinese medicine all night long, and his face looked bitter, as if he had drunk poison. Because the Chinese medicine was too hot, there was a faint sweat on the old man's forehead.

Yang Bo smiled and didn't care. He took Sharon and his son upstairs to the consultation room. He pointed towards the bed in the consultation room and said, "Carry the old man to the bed and take off your shirt. I'll do it first."

Give the old man acupuncture."

Sharon was not too surprised when he saw Yang Bo take out a set of silver needles. He seemed to have seen this kind of treatment method before. However, when the old man was lying on the bed, he couldn't help but muttered something.

Director Sharon hesitated for a moment, then translated again, "My father asked you, why don't you use cupping? Acupuncture is useless. When he was young, he used acupuncture, but it didn't have much effect!"

Yang Bo smiled and said: "Whether it is useful or not cannot be said with your mouth. The old man might as well try my craft first!"

Yang Bo got this set of needles from Dr. Fang. Silver needles are very soft, so stainless steel needles are generally used now, but for Yang Bo, this is not a problem.

Twisting the silver needle in his hand, Yang Bo pierced the old man's back one needle at a time.

The old man didn't feel anything at first, which made him a little disapproving. He felt that his son had been deceived. However, as Yang Bo inserted the silver needles one by one and manipulated them by twisting, lifting and inserting, the old man suddenly became stunned.

Eyes widened.

Half an hour later, Yang Bo finally took back all the silver needles. His forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had used a lot of effort.

After collecting the silver needle, Yang Bo turned to Director Sharon and said, "Just come over again tomorrow!"

Director Sharon looked at his father who was still lying on the bed. He was a little doubtful about the effect of acupuncture, but he still nodded, "Okay, okay, I will bring him here on time tomorrow!"

Yang Bo nodded without saying anything, as if he was extremely tired.

Yue Junyao stood aside and couldn't help curling her lips. If others couldn't tell, how could she not tell it? Yang Bo didn't expend much energy at all. He just used a small amount of spiritual energy to perform the acupuncture. How could he be so tired?

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Even in Yue Junyao's view, using acupuncture is completely unnecessary. Even if Yang Bo stretches out his palm and pours spiritual power directly, the effect will be better than this!

Director Sharon stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help his father up. Unexpectedly, the old man opened his eyes and waved his hand.

Director Sharon was a little stunned, wondering what the problem was with the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man put his hands on the bed and sat up without any support. He even put his legs on the edge of the bed and stretched his feet to get out of the bed!

Sharon was startled and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to help the old man.

The old man waved his hand and refused again. He tentatively stepped on the ground with his feet and stood tremblingly beside the bed.

Director Sharon's eyes widened. He stared at his father with surprise on his face. You know, his father had never stood up since his stroke. He didn't expect to stand up alone now. Could acupuncture really have such an effect?

Next, Sharon was surprised to see that the old man had put on his shoes and started walking forward slowly with a cane!

He was able to walk!

Sharon followed her father closely, fearing that his father would fall to the ground.

After walking around the room for a few times, the old man slowly sat down, breathless from exhaustion.

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Yang Bo, full of gratitude, "Thank you so much, Mr. Yang. Thank you so much. It was you who saved my father. Without you, he would never be able to walk again!"

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Yang Bo waved his hand, "Don't worry too much. The old man is too weak now, so don't let him walk too much. After my treatment is over, you can often accompany the old man for a walk, and his body will slowly recover."

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Sharon said quickly: "The main reason is that Mr. Yang has great medical skills. I didn't expect that you can even treat strokes!"

Yang Bo smiled and said, "There is no disease that I can't treat. The difference is just the price you pay."

Sharon nodded thoughtfully, but didn't say much.

The old man turned to look at Yang Bo, his attitude became much kinder, and he mumbled a few words that Yang Bo couldn't understand, but Sharon took the initiative to act as an interpreter.

"My father would like to express his gratitude to you for curing him. When he came here, he thought you might be a liar. He really didn't expect that your medical skills are so good!"

Yang Bo laughed and said, "It's just a small matter, don't be too polite."

Sharon stared at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, you are capable, but there are many people in the Gangluo family, so you still have to pay attention to safety sometimes!"
Chapter completed!