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Mr. Ren Song was well-informed and had experienced countless strange things in his life. He had absolutely no way of thinking that someone would come in front of him and claim to prove that his illness was caused by himself.
How is this possible?
It’s simply impossible to prove it!
But looking at Lu Fan's relaxed look, it was obvious that these words were not said casually. He said them with full confidence.
Is it really possible?
Mr. Song also began to feel a little shaken in his heart.
This was absolutely impossible for him before.
Before, he was arrogant and self-willed. He only believed in himself and would never trust anyone else.
But now, no matter what, after Lu Fan's troubles in the morning, he was a little shaken.
Mr. Song was actually thinking about how Lu Fan could prove that his illness was entirely caused by himself.
But in the past, when he heard such words, he would just laugh contemptuously, and then ignore them at all.
In just a short while, he has undergone some changes. Ordinary people have no way of detecting this change, but Lu Fan can see it.
Lu Fan could see Mr. Song's inner struggle, and he understood that everything he had done before was still effective.
Since it is effective, we need to work harder.
"I have a way to temporarily relieve the symptoms of your esophagus and cardiac cardia. Would Mr. Song be willing to eat something to test whether your stomach is as good as you imagined?"
This is the proof he proposes.
If you want to directly prove that Mr. Song's illness was caused by himself, this will involve the most mysterious and profound science of the human body. Lu Fan does not have this ability yet.
But it is still possible to prove that Mr. Song's illness was caused by his stomach rejecting rice.
"You don't need to prove this. I used some methods to relieve the pain before, and then ate some liquid food. Otherwise, how could I stand here and talk to you?" Mr. Song was very dissatisfied with Lu Fan's statement.
If he is really a person who has not eaten for many days, even if he relies on injections to maintain the energy needed by his body, he will definitely not be able to move as freely as he does.
For example, Mr. Tang couldn't eat at all, so he could only stay in bed.
"No, no, no." Lu Fan shook his head disdainfully, "I know that Hua Daoan used acupuncture to help you relieve the pain so that you could eat some liquid food, but this small trick is not enough for me. , it’s just child’s play!”
Mr. Song was shocked again.
Only three or four people in total knew that Hua Daoan helped him with acupuncture to relieve pain so that he could eat some liquid food. Not even his granddaughter Song Mingzhu knew about it. How did Lu Fan know about this?
He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.
As for the pediatrician and pediatrician, he didn't pay much attention to it.
Curing a disease is not just about talking. No matter how hard you talk, what's the use?
"Then what are you going to do?"
Mr. Song wanted to know if Lu Fan had any other tricks that could relieve his pain.
Since Hua Daoan's methods are childish, you have to come up with something convincing!
"I plan to use acupuncture to temporarily relieve Mr. Song's pain so that Mr. Song can eat." Lu Fan said seriously.
At that time, Mr. Song felt as if he had eaten a hundred toads in one bite.
Paralyzed, I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people!
Hua Daoan uses acupuncture to relieve pain. You said that he is a pediatrician, but when he comes to you, he also comes to acupuncture.
"I thought you had some great tricks, but it turns out it's just pediatric acupuncture!"
Even Tang Yuxi was a little incomprehensible. She thought that Lu Fan would be able to come up with more exciting treatment methods and relieve Mr. Song's pain all at once. Who knew that he would repeat the same old tune again.
"Mr. Song, acupuncture and moxibustion are different. Do you still need me to explain this truth in detail?" Lu Fan smiled confidently, "Hua Daoan's acupuncture can only be regarded as pediatrics, but mine is not!"
Only then did Mr. Song realize that this boy was still taking the opportunity to belittle Hua Daoan's medical skills!
Poor Hua Dao'an, a national player and one of the best Chinese medicine practitioners in the country, was looked down upon behind his back. I don't know what he would think.
Mr. Song didn't care about this. He was now somewhat interested in the acupuncture of this talkative young man.
"When you say that, you obviously think that the effect of your acupuncture will be much stronger than that of Hua Dao'an?"
"They are not the same." Lu Fan was too lazy to compare with Hua Dao'an.
"Well, let me see your medical skills which are completely different from Hua Daoan's." Mr. Song didn't know whether he was angry or surprised, his tone was cold, he turned around and walked towards the small building where he lived.
If this young man's acupuncture is really as magical as he says, you might as well give it a try.
After all, the long-term pain has long made Mr. Song unbearable. If it weren't for him, an ordinary person would have collapsed under this kind of pain.
If you have such an opportunity, you can't miss it.
Mr. Song was making excuses for himself in his heart, but in fact, even he himself did not realize that his attitude towards Lu Fan had already softened a little.
At the beginning, he was extremely distrustful of Lu Fan.
It was impossible for him to accept such a young and unknown guy.
However, as Lu Fan performed brilliantly again and again, he performed unexpectedly again and again.
Mr. Song went from rejecting him and ignoring him to now being somewhat attracted to him.
Now, if Lu Fan directly tells Mr. Song what problems he has with his mentality and character and how he needs to correct them, he still won't listen. This matter still needs a process.
The next acupuncture is a very important part of this process.
If Lu Fan can show that he is far stronger than Hua Daoan in acupuncture, then he will naturally gain Mr. Song's further trust and lay a solid foundation for the next step of treatment.
If... there is no other if, there is only this possibility.
Lu Fan winked at Tang Yuxi and followed Mr. Song's back.
Mr. Song lives in a two-story building, which looks much smaller than the guest room building and other buildings.
This should not be the residence of the most noble person like Mr. Song.
But after entering the building, Lu Fan and Tang Yuxi no longer had the same thoughts as before.
Even with such an experience as the two of them, facing the furnishings in this building, they were still a little shocked. This small building, no, this palace, is simply the most perfect explanation of the word luxury!
