"Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound. How can you comment on the streets like you?" Long Junchen said coldly without raising his eyelids.

Just as the two were at a strife, a cry for help suddenly came from outside.

"Help! Save my child!"

Hearing the cry for help, Long Junchen rushed out first. Dong Wenhua wanted to scold Long Junchen, so he naturally followed him, and Dong Wenxuan followed closely behind.

At this time, there were already many people on the street, and a woman was crying there with a child in her arms.

The child in his arms had a violent convulsion, his face turned blue, and his lips kept trembling.

Some doctors and nurses at Shenglong Hospital next to him have also seen it, but no one dared to come forward. They pretended to answer the phone or returned to the hospital quickly without seeing it.

Dong Wenhua did not come forward and showed her identity as diligently as she had just come out.

Anyone who truly understands some medical skills can see that this child is definitely not a normal life. It is very likely that he will suffer a life if he goes up rashly. This is a sign-breaking matter. Shenglong Hospital would rather not take this job.

However, Shenglong Hospital did not answer, and someone answered. "Uncle, come here quickly, I'll treat you!"

The person who spoke was not someone else, but Long Junchen, who was the first to run out. Now, everyone showed gratitude, but only the two brothers Dong Wenhua and Dong Wenxuan were shocked. Didn’t this kid come to ask someone to treat the disease? Why did he treat the disease to others instead?

The doctors in Shenglong Hospital all sneered, "Arrogant guy, dare to accept such people? Let's see how the death will end later!"

"That's right, let's not join in the fun. Go back quickly. It's time to save this kid's doctor from sending him to us."

All the doctors in Shenglong Hospital ran back to the hospital. At this moment, only Dong Wenhua was there, watching Long Junchen carry the child into the clinic.

Dong Wenxuan was sweating profusely at this moment and was about to cry. Although he admired Long Junchen, he had never heard of this kid understanding medical skills. If this really caused a death, his father's store would probably not be able to open.

At this moment, Long Junchen's attention was focused on this child, and his whispers were isolated from his ears.

Long Junchen stretched out his right hand to take the child's pulse. However, just as Long Junchen was about to speak, Dong Wenhua next to him suddenly said, "Hey, isn't this child dead?"

Long Junchen's eyes suddenly became cold, and the people around him seemed to be incited by Dong Wenhua's words.

"Yes, I think I can't save it."

"Hey, Chinese medicine is all deceitful."

The father was also stunned. He took a step forward and took the child away. "You can't cure it, why are you wasting time here? I'm shameless. My child is dead, you, you can die too!"

The so-called care is confusing, and this father was also said to be anxious. Long Junchen frowned, and happened to meet Dong Wenhua's disdainful sneer and slightly raised corners of his mouth.

Long Junchen has never been accustomed to these masters who admire foreign countries in this life. He has never had a distinction between high and low, nor has he ever had a distinction between Chinese and Western medicine. When he was a Dragon Walker, he made many Western medicine friends, and all of them admired the profoundness of traditional Chinese medicine and was full of thought.

"Uncle, don't worry, I can cure it." Long Junchen stopped in front of the father and said seriously.

"Treat, just treat it. If you don't have that diamond, don't take care of porcelain work!" Dong Wenhua continued to mock him.

"If you can't treat it, it doesn't mean that others can't treat it. If it can't be cured, I will cut off my arm!" After Long Junchen said that, he no longer looked at the chattering crowd. The child's condition was very critical. If he delayed it, something might really happen.

Long Junchen's resolute words made the father dare not move, and he could only look at the child with remorse.

Although the needle is thin, the object is connected to the spirit, and the upper part is in harmony with the world. Long Junchen shook his right hand, and dozens of silver needles were stabbed on the child.

Baihui, Qihai, Tianchi, Lingxu, needles are accurately and accurately pierced on the child's acupoints. In contrast, Long Junchen's calm and composed appearance seems to be the reincarnation of Hua Tuo.

The people in the room watched Long Junchen skillfully as he saw him almost closed his eyes and proficiently, and they all opened their eyes wide, especially Dong Wenxuan. He didn't expect that Brother Long would be really good at it.

Dong Wenhua's forehead is now beginning to sweat coldly. Although he looks down on Chinese medicine on his lips, he is actually not really looking down on it. It is because he looks down on his cousin.

I wanted to learn from others to see a doctor when I had two money. The leaders above were also quite unhappy about the opening of a Chinese medicine clinic next to Shenglong Hospital. I also knew that the person who opened a Chinese medicine clinic was Dong Wenhua's uncle and cousin, so I had to wear small shoes for Dong Wenhua. His life in the hospital was not as happy as before.

Dong Wenhua was naturally unhappy, so he came here to find faults, one was to grab business, and the other was to vent his resentment.

Everyone was so angry that they didn't dare to let out a sip. Finally, when Long Junchen stabbed the last needle, the unconscious child suddenly woke up and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

"This?!" The father was stunned. Long Junchen took back the silver needle and said lightly: "Your child was poisoned. As for what poison it is, you should know!"

Long Junchen's eyes narrowed, and a cold light shot through his eyes.

The father's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered something, but he immediately regained his expression and said to Long Junchen: "Doctor, thank you. If the child is fine, I will take him home first."

When Long Junchen saw the father's reaction, he moved his mind. He familiarly picked up a few pairs of Chinese medicine from the pile of herbs and handed them to the father, "Divide these into seven piles, boil them into Chinese medicine, drink them once a day, and in a week, your child will be fine."

The father nodded gratefully, and then handed Long Junchen a bank card, "This money is regarded as a thank you gift."

Long Junchen nodded slightly and did not refuse. This is worth it.

The father seemed to have something to worry about and hugged the child and left the crowd.

"This, this is simply Bian Que and Hua Tuo's life!"

"My doctor, can you help me see!"

When the people around saw that this dying child could be rescued by Long Junchen, the other ones were scrambling to take their pulse.

Those who had previously said that Chinese medicine was a liar were now also thrifty in the crowd.

"Okay, take your time one by one, but you still have to charge the fees you should charge."

"No problem!" "Of course we have to accept it, we are willing to give it!"

Dong Wenhua looked at the vast crowd and groaned, "You are lucky. Next time, I will definitely deal with you!"

After saying that, he pushed away the crowd and returned to Shenglong Hospital in shame.
Chapter completed!