Chapter 1,493: What is most important about people?

Hearing this, the old Chinese medicine doctor reluctantly glanced at Lin Feng again, and then went in.

Seeing another "old liar" come in, Macy felt numb. The previous ones all came up with some crooked ideas, some said to eat centipedes alive, some said to use an ancestral pharmacy, one post would be enough, and some said to let him

After a few times of acupuncture, it is certain that Messi can run faster than the sprint champion Green. However, these people all put forward a common request, that is - money. They say that these secret recipes require some precious medicinal materials.

Class, the opening price is one million yuan.

Of course, if the treatment is good, Lin Feng doesn't care about the money, but these people's words are too unreliable. Under the semi-interrogation by Li Rui and others, the trap was exposed in a few moments. Therefore, Messi also

I didn’t have much expectations for the miracle doctor that Lin Feng was talking about.

The old Chinese medicine doctor observed his words, and one look at Messi's expression and knew that he didn't trust him, so he didn't say much. Chinese medicine is a very profound and complex subject. If you want to achieve something, you can't do it without spending twenty or thirty years in it.

, don’t ask for advice at all. And the so-called miracle doctors in the world are all lies, purely deceiving the common people. Therefore, the old Chinese doctor does not take it to heart about the disbelief revealed in Messi’s eyes.

Facts speak louder than words, and the old Chinese medicine doctor speaks with practical actions. After observing Messi for a few minutes, he took a pulse, and then the old Chinese medicine doctor took out a long needle wrapped in cloth from his pocket. These needles are long and thin.

And the tip of the needle is gleaming, making people shudder.

"Boss!" Messi couldn't speak Chinese. When he saw the old Chinese doctor taking out so many sharp needles, he was so frightened that he immediately shouted Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was shocked when he saw it.

"Old sir, what are you doing?" Lin Feng asked quickly. Messi is Tottenham Hotspur's treasure, and we can't let this old Chinese doctor who doesn't know the depth of his disease cure him.

"Shut up if you want me to treat you!" the old Chinese doctor yelled.

Lin Feng subconsciously stopped talking. The old Chinese doctor was so confident and confident, so he obviously had something to rely on, so it would be better to take a look first.

"Boss!" Messi screamed as he saw the old Chinese doctor holding up the cold needle in his hand.

"If you don't want me to insert the needle in the wrong place, you'd better not move! Otherwise, I won't be responsible for your death!" the old Chinese doctor blurted out in fluent English.

Shocked! The whole audience was shocked. No one thought that an old Chinese medicine doctor who was over ninety years old could actually speak English and be so fluent. Everyone was stunned on the spot. Even Messi had completely forgotten about the sharp needle in the hands of the old Chinese medicine doctor.

Immediately, under Lin Feng's horrified eyes, the old Chinese medicine doctor inserted the sharp needle in his hand into Messi's head one by one. Lin Feng looked inexplicably horrified, and wanted to stop but did not dare. In case of his own behavior

If the old Chinese doctor is disturbed and his hand is tilted slightly, Messi's life will be completely over. However, if so many sharp needles are inserted into the human skull, will it be okay? - Lin Feng looked horrified.

A few minutes later, the old Chinese medicine practitioner breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, you sit quietly for 15 minutes, don't yell, and after 15 minutes, just follow me to do boxing." The old Chinese doctor ordered again in English.

At this time, Mei Xixi came back to his senses and looked at the old Chinese doctor with a look of admiration. He had been in China for a while and had always been troubled by the language. He didn't expect that the ninety-year-old man in front of him could actually speak English and be so fluent in it.

"Oh, thank you!" Messi nodded in thanks.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was noncommittal, sitting there, closing his eyes and relaxing.

Ah~~~~

At this moment, Messi saw through the mirror that his hair was covered with silver needles, which looked like hedgehogs. He was so frightened that he almost fainted, and his pupils were as big as a bull's eye.

"If you don't want to have problems with your brain and become mentally retarded in the future, it's best not to scream." The old Chinese doctor closed his eyes and said coldly.

Messi immediately covered his mouth and looked at himself in front of the mirror in horror, but he didn't dare to let himself make a sound. But the more he looked at it, the more horrifying he felt. With so many needles stuck in his head, would he be okay? Could it be?

Just wait and die suddenly!

That's how people are, sometimes they like to scare themselves. Sometimes, people even scare themselves to death. Seeing that Messi's lips turned white, Lin Feng quickly ordered someone to take the mirror away.

"Messi, don't be afraid. This old Chinese doctor is the most famous miracle doctor in China. If you believe in him, you will be fine." Lin Feng comforted him.

"Mr. Lin, although I am a doctor, I don't dare to be called a miracle doctor. You praise me too much." The old Chinese doctor said slowly. Fortunately, the old Chinese doctor did not use English this time, otherwise Messi would definitely be scared to death.

Finally, Messi survived for fifteen minutes. Then, in fear, he closed his eyes and asked the old Chinese doctor to remove the silver needles from his head. As soon as he took out the silver needles, Messi immediately ran to the mirror and kept touching it.

Head, see if there are any wounds left on the head. But the amazing thing is that the head where so many silver needles were inserted just now is unscathed.

In an instant, Messi's eyes changed, and the look he looked at the old Chinese medicine doctor was filled with worship that was more pious than God.

"Okay, let's go out and play boxing with me," the old Chinese doctor said.

Messi immediately obediently walked out with the old Chinese doctor.

"Look at my gestures and posture, I can't make any mistakes!" the old Chinese medicine doctor ordered.

Messi nodded yes.

Immediately, the old Chinese doctor practiced each move. At first, the movements were very slow, but then he saw that Messi could keep up, and he became faster and faster.

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After one round of fighting, the old Chinese medicine doctor finished his work and was calm and relaxed, but Messi was sweating profusely. It was as if Messi was already an old man in his nineties, and the old Chinese medicine doctor was just a 16-year-old young man.

"How are you? How do you feel?" asked the old Chinese doctor.

Messi moved his hands and feet and was pleasantly surprised to find that his body was much better. Although his abdomen still hurt and his body was not as flexible as before, he was much better than before.

"Miracle doctor, you are really a miracle doctor!" Messi gave a thumbs up. He has never seen such miraculous medical skills. Before, the doctor asked him to rest in bed and recuperate more, and he could go to the ground to move around freely after one month. Three months.

It would be four months before he could resume training, and it would take four months for him to be able to compete. This is still the most optimistic estimate. Today, he can already get out of bed and box, which is amazing.

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow." The old Chinese medicine doctor put on his clothes and walked out.

"Uh, uh, miracle doctor, come back tomorrow? Wouldn't it be better today? Why do you have to come tomorrow?" Messi asked in surprise.

"You really think I'm a god. For your injury, without half a month of continuous treatment, it would be extremely difficult!" The old Chinese medicine doctor glared, looking like a child who cannot be taught.

Half... half a month of treatment! - Messi was immediately dumbfounded.

"Still the same treatment as today?" Messi pointed to his head.

"Yes, the process is exactly the same as today, half a month, not a day!" The old Chinese doctor nodded.

"Bang!" Messi fainted and fell to the ground.

No one can bear to have their heads inserted with silver needles every day. Think about it, such a fragile part of the brain has to be inserted with so many needles, it's still life-threatening!

"Old sir, let me see you off!" Lin Feng ordered someone to carry the unconscious Messi away, and he quickly followed and personally saw the old Chinese medicine doctor off.

After treating Messi just now, Lin Feng can pat his chest and guarantee that the old Chinese doctor in front of him is the legendary miracle doctor. Lin Feng has never seen anyone with silver needles stuck in his forehead and still survive, and there are countless Western medicine doctors for Messi's disease.

Everyone said that he should rest and rest, but the old Chinese doctor did this, pricked a few needles, and then he could go to the ground to box. After one punch, Messi's complexion improved a lot. This is not a miracle doctor!

"Forget it, you'd better be busy. I'm not used to you shouting and hugging me so much. Besides, riding in a car is not good for your health, so you should walk more." The old Chinese medicine doctor waved his hand and said no.

Although Lin Feng has hit a soft nail, he will definitely not give up easily. If he gave up easily, then Lin Feng would not be the Lin Feng he is today.

"Haha, yes, yes, then I will go back with you and ask you for advice along the way!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

The old Chinese medicine doctor sighed helplessly. There was nothing he could do when he met this difficult person. Forget it, if you want to follow, then go ahead. The old Chinese medicine doctor didn't bother to say anything more and walked straight out.

"Old sir, how much is this medical fee? You see, you work so hard, so you should pay some outpatient fees!" Lin Feng asked with a smile. This old Chinese medicine doctor is so skilled in medicine, but he is willing to prescribe

He runs a small clinic, so he is obviously not a money-grubber. Therefore, Lin Feng will not use money to pressure people. However, it is necessary to give money to people when they see a doctor.

"Well, I see you are not a poor person. Let's do this. I will charge you 100 yuan for outpatient service every day, for a total of 1,500 yuan for 15 days." The old Chinese doctor said.

Shocking! It’s only 1,500 yuan for 15 days, so cheap. You must know that Messi’s current hospital costs several thousand a day, not including medicine. Compared with this, the price charged by the old Chinese doctor is really too cheap, too cheap.

"Haha, old sir, you see that your medical skills are so good, have you ever thought about recruiting a disciple and passing on your medical skills?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

If it were other rich people, they would definitely pay for an old Chinese doctor to be their personal doctor. With the medical skills of the old Chinese doctor, I am afraid that the life span will be much longer, which is what all rich people care about the most. Lin Feng has also had this idea. But this

The thought flashed across my mind. With the medical skills of an old Chinese medicine practitioner, if I want to make money, I am afraid that countless rich people have already crossed the threshold. Will it be my turn? Obviously, the other party does not love money. And Lin Feng will definitely not let it go.

For this old Chinese medicine practitioner, there is only one way to see if he has any apprentices. If not, help him set up a medical clinic and let him open a clinic to teach apprentices.

Think about it, by then I will have so many talented people with excellent medical skills like the old Chinese doctor, tut, tut, tut, I still have to have the final say in this future world!
Chapter completed!