MTL - Supreme Little Fisherman-Chapter 1290 twists and turns

  Chapter 1290 Twists and turns

Zhou An looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of doctors in white coats walking in, surrounded by an old man in Tang suit. The old man in Tang suit looked arrogantly at Zhou An, and his words were full of disdain. face disdainful.

   "Do you have a degree, kid?" The old man in Tang suit looked at Zhou An with disdain.

   "No." Zhou An's expression was light.

  The old man in Tang suit and his followers in white coats looked at Zhou An and sneered:

   "You don't even have a degree, you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf."

   "That's right, our vice president Zhang Xiong Zhang is a doctor from a top medical institution, and several domestic medical school professors!"

   "You are nothing in front of Vice President Zhang!"

  The old man in Tang suit known as Zhang Xiong looked at Zhou An, and his words were full of jokes: "You don't talk about your education background, do you have any experience in treating diseases and saving lives? How many years have you been treating diseases and saving lives?"

   Zhou An glanced at Zhang Xiong and said calmly: "Less than a year."

  Hearing Zhou An's words, Zhang Xiong and his followers looked at Zhou An with a big smile on their faces full of sarcasm:

   "Less than a year? It's so ridiculous!"

   "That's right, what kind of big-tailed hawk are you, you bastard! It really makes people laugh out loud!"

   "Vice President Zhang Xiong has practiced medicine for 20 or 30 years, and has extremely rich experience! It is far beyond what you, a bum, can compare!"

Hearing what Zhang Xiong and his followers said, Qiu Yi hurried towards Zhang Xiong, and said respectfully, "Please save my grandson, Qiu Heng! As long as you can save him, I will agree to whatever you ask! "

  Qiu Yi was full of flattery. In his opinion, Zhang Xiong's medical skills should not be underestimated. It must be much better than the unreliable one invited by Long Jun!

   "Don't worry, Patriarch Qiu, I'm here today for your grandson Qiu Heng." Zhang Xiong looked at Qiu Yi and said lightly.

  Zhang Xiong looked at Zhou An and sneered: "Boy, I will show you what real medical skills are today!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiong walked towards Qiu Heng, took the pulse for a moment and said proudly: "Patriarch Qiu Yi, don't worry, saving your grandson is very simple. He was so frightened and lost his mind that he couldn't wake up. Door thirteen needles to save him!"

  Hearing Zhang Xiong's words, Qiu Yi was at a loss.

  Zhang Xiong and his followers explained one after another:

   "Patriarch Qiu Yi, don't worry, the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is the secret technique handed down by Vice President Zhang Xiong!"

   "This ability can be said to be Vice President Zhang Xiong's unique skill to save countless people. Today, you can say that there is absolutely no problem with you, Young Master Qiu Heng. You will wake up alive and kicking in a while. Just put your heart in your stomach!"

  Hearing what Zhang Xiong's followers said, Qiu Yi breathed a sigh of relief and looked on Zhang Xiong's face with even more expectation.

   "Silver needle!" Zhang Xiong shouted to the followers.

"Here I come, Vice President Zhang Xiong will give you the silver needle!" Hearing Zhang Xiong's words, all the servants under Zhang Xiong hurried forward and held out the silver needle box respectfully, with smiles on their faces like Chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

  Zhang Xiong holds a silver needle and points at Qiu Yi for acupuncture,

"Needle on the left and go out on the right. The second needle has no response to the ghost's heart. The body of every needle is the ghost palace. The needle has thirteen points that must be recognized. Ghost seal, ghost palace, ghost cave, ghost base, ghost road, ghost market, ghost hall , ghost pillow, ghost heart, ghost legs, ghost letter, ghost camp, ghost hide, ghost official!"

  Zhang Xiong's acupuncture was like a butterfly piercing a flower, one needle after another acupunctured Qiu Heng like a hedgehog, finally the acupuncture was over, Zhang Xiong took a long breath and wiped his sweat.

   "How's Zhang Xiong's condition?" Seeing that Zhang Xiong had finished acupuncture, Qiu Yi was no longer worried about disturbing Zhang Xiong, and hurried forward to ask with a smile on his face, his words were full of flattery.

  Zhang Xiong looked like he was holding a wisdom pearl and said: "Don't worry, Patriarch Qiu Yi, your grandson Qiu Heng will wake up in a few minutes at most."

  Qiu Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Zhang Xiong flatteringly.

   Zhang Xiong's followers in white coats respectfully flattered him:

   "As expected of Vice President Zhang Xiong, Vice President Zhang Xiong has superb medical skills!"

   "That's right, that is to say, Vice President Zhang Xiong has such abilities and a reputation as a worthy man, unlike the little **** who put on airs before!"

   "Yes, yes, Vice President Zhang Xiong's ability is really extraordinary!"

  Hearing everyone flattering Zhang Xiong, Zhou An couldn't help laughing out loud, shaking his head and chuckling, this is really extremely funny!

   Zhou An's sarcasm and ridicule were especially harsh among the compliments, and all the white coats under Zhang Xiong's hands looked at Zhou An with glaring eyes:

   "Little bastard, what do you mean by that? Could it be that you look down on our Vice President Zhang Xiong?"

   "You're still pretending, you bastard, you're so ridiculous!"

Zhang Xiong also sneered at Zhou An, and his words were full of disdain: "You little bastard, don't pretend to be like a pig with green onions in your nose. If you apologize to me today, that's all. If you're a **** Just pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, hehe, I don’t care about the follow-up of this patient today, and you can cure it!”

Hearing Zhang Xiong's words, Qiu Yi immediately glared at Zhou An and said coldly: "Hurry up and make amends to Zhang Xiong's miracle doctor! My grandson almost recovered. If something happened to my grandson Qiu Heng, today I can't forgive you..."

Before Qiu Yi finished speaking, the corner of Zhou An's mouth raised a playful arc and said: "Recovery? Patriarch Qiu Yi, do you really think that Zhang Xiong is some kind of genius doctor? His thirteen needles are no problem, but they are fundamentally rescued." No such hatred."

   Before Qiu Yi could speak, Zhang Xiong sneered first: "Haha! Little bastard, what the **** are you pretending to be! If you are really like what you said, I, Zhang Xiong, will worship you as my teacher..."

   Before Zhang Xiong finished speaking, the smile on his face froze instantly.

  Under the unbelievable eyes of the audience, Qiu Heng was bleeding from all seven orifices on the sick bed, and his already ugly face was even ashes, and he looked dying and might die at any time!

  Seeing this scene, the audience was in an uproar and looked at Zhou An stunned. The voice was full of disbelief:

   "What?! It's really the same as what this young man said?!"

   "He, how did he do it? Could it be that he really has such miraculous medical skills?"

   "Now it seems that there is only such an explanation, otherwise, how could he have just finished speaking, and Qiu Heng over there is bleeding from all seven orifices!"

  Zhang Xiong sat slumped on the ground and his whole body was like mud. He never thought that he, a well-known FBI doctor, would lose his medical skills to such a little bastard!

  Zhang Xiong seemed to have aged several decades. He looked at Zhou An with a serious face and said: "I lost! But I have to lose to understand. May I ask you who is so sacred!"

   "My name is Zhou An." Zhou An said with a calm expression on his face.

   "Zhou An Zhou genius doctor?!" Zhang Xiong was dumbfounded, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He was not a layman like Qiu Yi who knew nothing about the medical system.

  (end of this chapter)