"Lin Fan, do you want to be a bed doctor in the first year of the special caregiver?" A beautiful nurse at the nurse station asked in a low voice.

Has Lin Fan's punishment been announced on the hospital's internal website? Many people know the hidden secrets in their hearts about such matters, and many people feel sorry for Lin Fan, but what can I do? I compete with President Pan's son for the establishment. Lin Fan, who has no power, can only admit his bad luck.

Seeing the beautiful nurse wanting to speak but stopping, Lin Fa nodded with a smile and said, "What's wrong?"

"The patient has a very strange temper and has scolded five clinicians and three attending doctors. You must be careful." The beautiful nurse whispered.

Lin Fan closed the medical record and handed it to the beautiful nurse and said, "I'll go see the patient, thank you for your reminder."

I stepped to the door of the Special Guardian and saw an old man with white hair sitting straight on the bed watching TV seriously, sometimes showing a happy smile and sometimes showing sadness.

"Squeak!"

Lin Fan pushed the door and entered the ward. The old man didn't even look at Lin Fan and continued to watch TV.

"Zhang Dabiao, kill the Japanese command center for me, and I will invite you to drink tonight!"

The TV is playing Liang Jian, which is also Lin Fan’s favorite TV series. It never gets tired of watching it. Every time I watch it, it will make him excited and full of passion. When the country is in trouble, men should kill the enemy to death!

The old and the young watched TV quietly until they entered the advertising stage. The old man looked at Lin Fan sitting beside him and was slightly surprised.

"Do you like this TV series too?" said the old man.

However, few young people like TV series with such themes. Moreover, the old people can see that Lin Fan is not pretending, but really likes to watch it. This cannot be hidden from the old people's eyes.

"I like it, I have read it many times, and I really wish I could be born in that era, when mountains and rivers are in trouble, and men should kill the enemy!" Lin Fan suddenly became so arrogant.

"Bang!"

"good!"

"Okay! What a man should kill the enemy in trouble!" The old man's eyes flashed and he clapped his hands and praised.

"Ahem!"

However, he started to cough violently. Lin Fan patted the old man's back with his right hand, and a stream of true energy was slowly input into the old man's body through his back, and the cough was relieved immediately.

"Old man, can I check it out for you?" Lin Fan looked at the old man and said.

"Hey, little doctor, I know my illness. Don't struggle. If my son hadn't forced me to ask, I wouldn't have come to the hospital. I'd lived for so many years and I would have been able to make a fortune." The old man said slowly.

"It's okay to see."

After saying that, Lin Fan put one hand on the old man's right hand and came out. The old man did not dodge and allowed Lin Fan to check.

"Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"

After seeing Lin Fan's diagnosis and treatment, the old man asked in surprise.

Lin Fan nodded, and a ray of true energy quickly began to circulate along the meridians of the old man's whole body from the meridians, and then gained an in-depth understanding of the old man's body.

The lung meridians are full of dead energy, and cancer cells are rapidly transferring, invading other organs. If effective treatment is not carried out, the elderly will be able to live up to three months.

"Old man, if you believe me, I can treat this disease with traditional Chinese medicine!" Lin Fan pondered for a moment and said.

"Who are you? Go out for me quickly! You dare to fool Mr. Su here!"

Before the old man could speak, a man in his thirties carrying fruit came in outside the ward, with golden silk eyes glaring at Lin Fan coldly.

"I am Lin Fan, the old man's bed manager."

The man stared at Lin Fan's breastplate and frowned: "The central hospital actually sent an intern to be a bed manager. It was simply a mess. This matter must be explained!"

After saying that, the man was about to make a call, but the old man glared at him and scolded: "Shut up! I think this little doctor is good. You go out first, I will talk to the little doctor."

"Old Mr. Su, Chinese medicine is a lie, you must not believe it."

"Please don't insult traditional Chinese medicine! That is the medical skills passed down by our ancestors. Forgotten traditional Chinese medicine is equivalent to forgetting our ancestors!" Lin Fan looked at the man angrily and shouted.

"you!"

"Go out! Don't I listen to my words?"

The old man widened his eyes and said, "Don't call home."

"yes!"

Before leaving, the man threatened Lin Fan: "You can't afford the consequences of fooling Mr. Su."

Lin Fan didn't care about such a threat at all, and looked at Mr. Su and continued: "If you believe me, I will give you acupuncture once now."

Mr. Su looked at Lin Fan seriously for a long time and suddenly laughed: "Haha, okay! Today I will see the magic of the ancestors' inherited medical skills."

Mr. Su likes Lin Fan very much, and he can see his shadow back then, and he is sincere and unpretentious.

"I'll go borrow the silver needle later."

After saying that, Lin Fan quickly walked out of the ward, borrowed a box of silver needles from the nurse's station and returned again.

After taking out three silver needles and quickly disinfecting them, Lin Fan took action like lightning and saw the three silver needles falling into the old man's Zigong point, Tanzhong point and Shenzang point at the same time.

If there are Chinese medicine practitioners here, they will definitely recognize that Lin Fan’s technique is actually the long-lost recovery divine needle.

As Lin Fan slowly twisted the silver needle, he heard a buzzing sound from the tails of the three silver needles.

Mr. Su, who was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, suddenly looked extremely painful and immediately sprayed a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Fortunately, Lin Fan prepared the basin in advance, otherwise all the blood would be vomited on the bed.

"ah!"

"puff!"

After spitting out a mouthful of black blood again, Mr. Su fainted on the hospital bed.

Seeing the thick black and foul blood in the washbasin, Lin Fan smiled on his face. The blood stasis in his lungs had been cleared, and the cancer cells in the lungs had stopped spreading under the action of true qi.

"Bang!"

The man standing outside the door rushed in and gritted his teeth at Lin Fan and said angrily: "You've gotten into trouble, boy! If Mr. Su has a few things, you'll be waiting to spend the next life in prison."

At this time, a messy footsteps suddenly came from outside the ward. President Pan led a group of doctors to the ward, surrounded by a middle-aged man and woman.

Seeing Mr. Su unconscious on the hospital bed, the middle-aged man walked over quickly and looked at the man beside Lin Fan angrily and said, "Li Guang, what's going on?"

"Secretary Su, it was all caused by him. He just deceived Mr. Su and said that it could be treated. During the acupuncture, Mr. Su suddenly vomited blood and fainted directly." Li Guang looked at Lin Fan and replied angrily.
Chapter completed!