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"But why are they looking for you?" Qin Shu didn't quite understand, "Han Moyang has his own hospital, but he can't find anyone to treat him?"

Zhang Yifei smiled lowly, "If he could find someone, he wouldn't have asked you to help treat him."

After speaking, he seriously considered this issue.

"Maybe it's because——my Chinese medicine treatment method is similar to yours, which gave him the illusion that I can cure him too? Unfortunately, although I did learn Chinese medicine skills from you, but I'm really not familiar with diseases in andrology..."

Qin Shu couldn't help smiling.

After laughing, his expression slowly calmed down, with a trace of consideration in his eyes.

Then, she said to Zhang Yifei: "Now, go and tell them that you can cure Han Moyang."

"Ah?" Zhang Yifei looked at her unexpectedly.

Qin Shu asked: "I count you as half a master?"

"Of course!" If it weren't for Qin Shu's teaching, how could he have mastered the key points of Chinese medicine and quickly improved his medical skills?

Qin Shu bent his lips and smiled, and said, "Okay, then, as a master, I will help you check for omissions and make up for shortcomings today."

Zhang Yifei went to see Han Moyang and his wife, while Qin Shu and Wen Li stayed in the ward with Xiao Weiwei who had just finished treatment.

About half an hour later, a young nurse knocked on the door and came in, politely said: "Miss Qin, Director Zhang please go over."

Qin Shu knew that Zhang Yifei's arrangements had been made properly, so he nodded, "Okay."

She turned to Wenli and said, "Xiaoli, Weiwei will be in your care first."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Then, Qin Shu turned to his son again.

Without her asking, the little guy said very consciously: "Mum, I will listen to my godmother and wait for you to come back."

Qin Shu couldn't help laughing, and then left with the nurse.

Under the guidance of the nurse, she walked through a special passage and directly entered the operating room.

On the operating bed, under the effect of the fragrance of the special sleeping pill, Han Moyang had unconsciously passed out.

Qin Shu changed into an assistant's white coat, and then Zhang Yifei let the nurse out, leaving him and Qin Shu alone.

"Master Qin, I'll give you the knife, and I'll concentrate on listening to the class."

Zhang Yifei handed over the scalpel, and copied the small notebook beside him, ready to take notes.

Qin Shu had no choice but to put the scalpel aside, "You don't need this."

She lifted the cloth covering Han Moyang's body, and the inside was indeed stripped naked.

"The first time I helped him treat, I used acupuncture. This is his second recurrence, and in three years, the situation must have changed, and the previous acupuncture method must be adjusted accordingly."

While speaking, her slender fingertips gently touched his pulse, "Let me check his condition first."

Cut the pulse and diagnose all parts of the body.

While checking, Qin Shu analyzed with Zhang Yifei.

The latter is like a conscientious and studious student, taking notes.

If the people in the medical hall saw this scene, they would probably be stunned collectively.

Their well-known curator Zhang was actually being taught on the spot in the operating room!

After the examination, Qin Shu said, "It can still be cured."

Then, he opened the silver needle on the side.

Take out the needle, drop the needle, simply and neatly.

Zhang Yifei quickly wrote down the acupuncture points, stopped writing, and said with emotion: "Your technique, I will learn it for three to five years, and I will never be able to catch up."

When Qin Shu gave the needle, he had a special charm.

Not only is it unrestrained and free and easy, but it is also a kind of strong self-confidence. This kind of self-confidence makes people subconsciously believe that this thin silver needle will definitely bring miracles!