Everyone looked at him in surprise.

young!

Too young!

The airy and simple style is unpretentious!

The director of the People's Hospital first realized that this was not a person from our hospital. He was secretly surprised, "Who are you?" After saying that, he remembered something and looked at Hao Sheng and others suspiciously. Did it bring it to him by some big shot...

Zheng Dehua and Huang Huajun of Haosheng exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"I am..." Han Xiangyang was forced to introduce himself.

"It's my friend I invited, come and see Brother Huang."

Su Tian and Liu Jing walked out after Han Xiangyang.

Director Duan and producers' expressions changed slightly, and their eyes showed a "blind" look.

Even the three famous doctors in the province couldn't handle it. A young man with his breasts had not yet faded said shamelessly, "This disease is simple"?

"Xiao Su...you..." The producer winked at Su Tian, ​​meaning you don't get involved, it's not good for you to cure it or not!

Su Tian smiled slightly, "Producer Sun! Director Duan! Sister Jing and I listened for a long time and roughly understood some of the situation. The key time limit for Brother Huang's condition is that there is no better solution at the moment. Why don't you let my friend see it? It's beneficial and harmless!"

"You young friend..." Huang Huajun just spoke, but Zheng Dehua secretly pulled his sleeves.

Director Duan looked at Han Xiangyang in confusion, "But, this is too much..."

Before she could say the word "Sha" was spoken, Liu Jing squatted at Huang Bo's bedside and whispered a few words in Huang Bo's ear.

Huang Bo didn't know if he heard it clearly or was in unbearable pain. He nodded and said tremblingly: "Let him... look... look... and feel... and he's so painful..."

Han Xiangyang suppressed his tension, came to the hospital bed, calmed down, and slightly held Huang Bo's arm, and applied the intermediate pulse-taking technique provided by the system, stretched his index finger, middle finger and ring finger on Huang Bo's wrist.

As the saying goes, experts can tell if there is any one! Han Xiangyang's pulse-taking technique is not unusual to outsiders, but Hao Sheng, Zheng Dehua, Huang Huajun and the other two looked slightly shocked.

Expert!

Among these three famous doctors, Hao Province is the first in terms of pulse cutting, which can be said to be the master of the essence of "Foot" level pulse cutting. He reached this level and practiced hard for more than 40 years. Looking at the whole province, even the whole country, under the age of fifty, it can be said that no one can surpass it.

And the young man in front of him, whether he was calm and calm, or his gentleness, was proficient enough to reach the "feather" level.

This thing is not something that can be pretended, not to mention under the noses of the three masters.

After a while, Han Xiangyang gently stopped his hand, reached out and touched Huang Bo's lumbar spine a few times, turned around, and calmly said to Su Tian: "Simple acute waist twisting..."

Huang Huajun smiled casually, "I thought there would be any amazing argument!"

Su Tian's eyes looked at Han Xiangyang without blinking, waiting for his later words.

Han Xiangyang said calmly: "But the patient has a muscle stuck by a bone, so painkillers and general treatments are ineffective for him..."

"Absurd..." Before the word "absurd" was released, Huang Huajun was stunned for a moment. He suddenly thought of a question. If it was not absurd, why did neither anti-inflammatory painkillers nor Zheng Dehua's acupuncture have a pain relief effect?

Hao Sheng frowned, "Your diagnosis makes sense, how did you diagnose it?"

Huang Bo twitched again in pain, and his screaming gradually became weak.

Han Xiangyang said modestly: "Please allow me to relieve the pain for the patient first, and then answer the questions of all teachers."

"Then... why don't you hurry up! Look at Brother Huang's pain..." Liu Jing urged.

Han Xiangyang nodded to everyone, stretched his right palm into Huang Bo's back, and used a butterfly technique to tie the four fingers together and bent slightly to the thumb. He used the first and second sections of the index finger to pinch the trapezoid muscles of Huang Bo's shoulder tendons with the outer edge of the index finger and the outer edge of the thumb. He first twisted four or five times.

Huang Bo's pain intensified and his voice was tragic!

Everyone was disgraced!

Especially the director of the People's Hospital, he said nervously: "Director Hao, don't have any problems..."

Huang Boruo's condition was aggravated by uncertainty in his hospital, and he was in trouble when he was sitting, but the only person with the most trouble was the dean.

Director Hao stared at Han Xiangyang's palms and wrists, and replied in a low voice, "Wait and see..."

Han Xiangyang directly used the "Soul Return Lock" to open the third level - lats dorsi (back tendon). This push and pinch technique should use force from light to heavy, and should not be used suddenly. The movement should be gentle, and it should have a certain finger force to use force just right. The instant squeeze can open the lock of the back tendon.

Only when the back muscles are relaxed can the tense bones between the lumbar spine and the sacrum be suddenly unscrewed, thereby relaxing the bones and freeing the muscles.

I saw Han Xiangyang first kneading him quickly and gently for more than twenty times, then snatched him between the lumbar spine and the sacrum. Suddenly, he twisted his hands hard at the same time...

Only a slight "click" sound was heard, Huang Bo shouted, and his body suddenly looked like a big bluefish that had come ashore, and his spine was slingshot high - his nervous bones opened with air.

"Ah..." Huang Bo shouted a few times, suddenly stunned, closed his eyes, and breathed a few times.

Han Xiangyang straightened his waist and took two steps back, "It shouldn't hurt anymore."

No one spoke, his eyes fell on Huang Bo.

Could it be solved in three to five minutes?

No one believes it.

Including Liu Jing and Su Tian, ​​they all believed and half doubted.

Huang Bo was like a drowsy sleep, not opening his eyes or talking. His violently undulating chest gradually calmed down.

"Brother Huang..." Su Tian was a little worried.

Huang Bo slowly opened his eyes, slowly stretched his hands, and tentatively stroked his waist.

His expression changed slightly. He moved his waist and his legs as if he couldn't believe it.

"It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt anymore..." Huang Bo said in surprise: "It can move..." He slightly increased the frequency of twisting his waist.

The people present looked at me and I looked at you, all of them looked stunned.

Huang Huajun couldn't help but speak to stop him, but when he observed Huang Bo's expression, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Han Xiangyang whispered: "You can try sitting up."

The two nurses looked at the dean.

The dean breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Two nurses carefully supported Huang Bo's armpits.

Huang Bo was still humming twice at first, but as he straightened his waist and sat half curled up on the hospital bed, although he felt a slight pain, he no longer had the bone-like pain that was worse than death.

"Ha...hehe!" Huang Bo showed surprise and twisted his waist gently, "You can let go, don't help..."

The Director of Handanyang Culture and Sports exclaimed in a low voice, "Is that good?"

The Health Director knew a little bit, and stretched out his thumbs to South Korea Xiangyang, "It's amazing!"

Su Tianxi said: "Is it really okay?"

Director Duan was the most surprised, with a tremolo voice, "Huang Bo, Huang Bo, doesn't hurt anymore?"

Huang Bo suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Xiangyang's arm, shaking it repeatedly, unable to help but feel happy, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much..."

Han Xiangyang smiled and said, "What's your business!"

Huang Bo smiled, tears streaming out of his eyes. He lowered his head, but still refused to let go of his hands. He choked and said, "Doctor, you don't know, it hurts so much that I'm worse than death! That kind of pain... I'm a strong man, but... I can't stand it! To put it ugly, if I could jump off a building, I would think about it..."

"I know! It's been so painful that ordinary people have already passed out. Fortunately, Mr. Huang, you have a good physique." Han Xiangyang comforted, "There will be no more problems. You can rest in bed for more than ten hours, take some anti-inflammatory drugs, and after twelve hours, massage again, and you will be discharged from the hospital."

Huang Bo was so excited that he couldn't speak, and just shook Han Xiangyang's arm.

Seeing that Huang Bo was really fine, a large group of people gathered up to wish and congratulate him.

Instead, Han Xiangyang was squeezed out of the crowd.

Outside the crowd, three famous Chinese medicine doctors including Hao Sheng stood alone.

Hao Sheng quickly changed his mindset. His focus fell on Han Xiangyang, and he politely extended his hand to Han Xiangyang, "I am Hao Shen from the Provincial Intermediate People's Court. I dare to ask you..."

Han Xiangyang extended his hands respectfully, "Professor Hao! I was your student before and I have heard of your open class."
Chapter completed!