As we all know, looking, hearing, asking and understanding is the key to treating diseases in traditional Chinese medicine.
So when Qin Changsheng's words came out, not only did those foreign Western doctors laugh.
Even the Jinmen Chinese medicine doctor who was present couldn't help but smile disdainfully at him.
Qian Zong was even more exaggerated. He quickly stood up and kept a long distance from Qin Changsheng.
He didn't want the Qian family's status accumulated over hundreds of years to be ruined just because he and Qin Changsheng knew each other.
"Chinese people really love to brag."
"We Western doctors all know that traditional Chinese medicine is indispensable for hearing, hearing, and questioning. Is this guy here to play monkey tricks?"
"Hey, where did Mr. Fan find this showman?"
"The face of our Chinese medicine doctors has been completely disgraced by him."
"If he dares to call himself a Chinese medicine doctor, I would rather say that he is a magician."
"That's right, even if you are called a liar, it is better than being the same inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine as this guy."
For a moment, everyone except Taigu Qingzi and others cast disdainful glances at Qin Changsheng.
Of course, given Qin Changsheng's status in the domestic Chinese medicine community, many of them have heard of his name.
It's just that they don't know what Qin Changsheng looks like, let alone that the young man in front of them is Qin Changsheng himself.
And even if Qin Changsheng now says that he is Qin Changsheng, it is impossible for anyone present to believe what he just said.
The old man didn't care about this, he said casually: "Don't you want to know the news about your friend?"
Qin Changsheng didn't care about other people's opinions and said, "I want to, but I don't have to."
The old man laughed and said, "If your face doesn't turn red and your heart doesn't beat, my little friend will have a bright future."
"Perhaps in terms of urgency, I do suffer."
"Let's do this! Tell us your conditions for saving people."
As the old man finished speaking, the surroundings exploded again.
Only then did everyone know what it means to seek medical treatment in a hurry.
Qin Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to them and said casually: "First, I want to know everything you know about my friends."
"Second, you must agree to do three things for me. I will come back to you when I need them."
The old man's face darkened slightly and he said, "Do you know how much the three bad checks from the Fan family are worth? It's not an exaggeration to say they are priceless treasures."
Qin Changsheng didn't care about this. He just felt that these people were very powerful and might be useful in the future.
So Qin Changsheng thought without hesitation: "Wouldn't that be better? Just say yes or not, right?"
The old man glanced at Fan Wenchong, until he nodded with difficulty, and then said: "The premise is that these three conditions cannot harm the interests of the Fan family, nor violate the law or morality."
"My friend, don't push yourself too far. Even with these restrictions, your conditions are enough to make you worth a fortune."
Qin Changsheng said happily: "Deal."
The old man said: "Wait a minute, my little friend's interests have been protected, should you also give me and my boss some peace of mind?"
Qin Changsheng understood what he meant and said casually: "Whatever."
The old man frowned. He really didn't expect Qin Changsheng to be so arrogant and confident.
But when he thought about it, Qin Changsheng had put everything into it, which made him feel more at ease.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to Fan Wencong and said angrily in very poor Chinese: "Wait a minute, Mr. Fan, have you forgotten our agreement?"
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of trusting such a charlatan while leaving the world's top professional team behind?"
"I want to make a serious statement to you that your disease can only be solved by surgery, and it must be performed by top international professionals like us."
Fan Wencong hesitated for a few seconds, a flash of helplessness quickly flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to say something but didn't.
Only the old man understood and quickly said to the man: "Mr. Smith, please calm down. Your medical skills are the best in the world. Of course we know that."
"Do you know why we hesitated at the beginning? We have to wait for half a year for an operation, and we are not even 10% sure. We can't afford to wait."
"Now that we have this opportunity, and this little friend is willing to guarantee his wealth and life, we don't want to miss this opportunity. Do you understand?"
Smith said angrily: "What chance? Medicine is a rigorous science, are you taking it as a joke?"
"The thing in Mr. Fan's abdomen has compressed many nerves and blood vessels. We have to peel them apart bit by bit to remove the thing. Do you know how complicated this process is?"
"It is no exaggeration to say that if you are not careful in the slightest, your life may not be saved. Is this something that your traditional Chinese medicine doctors can solve by deception and abduction?"
His words were immediately recognized by many Western doctors, which shows how difficult this operation was.
But his words angered all the Chinese doctors present. One of them pointed at Qin Changsheng and said angrily: "A Chinese doctor is a Chinese doctor, and this liar is a liar. How can the two be confused?"
"China has been around for five thousand years. How could you have done anything with Western medicine before? Are our Chinese ancestors no longer alive?"
Smith sneered coldly, not bothering to talk nonsense to him at all.
The old man rushed over and said, "Mr. Smith is a kind-hearted doctor, and both the old man and his employer understand it."
"It is precisely because of your presence that I and my boss will agree to give this little friend a try, because we believe that your medical skills are enough to ensure my boss's safety."
"Everyone, please rest assured that no matter what medicinal materials he uses, we must ask for your consent first."
"During this process, if you think anything is wrong, I will stop it immediately."
Smith felt much better after being slapped by his rainbow fart, and his tone became a little gentler: "Of course we will not give up on Mr. Fan."
"But if you use this charlatan's words, it is likely to bring about countless variables. We are not sure how long the operation will need to be postponed."
"After all, surgery is a very rigorous process, and all indicators must be met before it can be carried out. There is no room for sloppiness."
The old man said: "We understand, please be kind to me. Once the work is completed, the reward will be doubled."
After hearing what the old man said, all the Western doctors became completely quiet.
Everyone was thinking that since they were here, Qin Changsheng wouldn't be able to pull off any tricks.
The key point is that the remuneration given by the Fan family is sky-high. If it can be doubled so easily, of course everyone will be happy.
Seeing this, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Qin Changsheng: "My friend, please."
"By the way, this place is barren, I'm afraid I won't be fully prepared, and it's far from the city. If you need to get medicine or something, please wait patiently."
Qin Changsheng casually took out three packs of silver needles and said, "It's just a minor problem. No medicine is needed, let alone surgery."
As he spoke, Qin Changsheng summoned a ray of true energy from his fingertips, and dozens of silver needles seemed to be endowed with souls, and instantly fell into Fan Wencong's abdomen like a rainstorm.
