Super Small Farmer

"My God, such a technique. Such a speed, and the acupuncture points are not even the slightest mistake."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that traditional Chinese medicine can have such a miraculous effect."

"Yes, yes, it seems that we still need to study the things left by our ancestors. Have you seen it? The surrounding instruments and full name data are all stable. What does this mean? I don't think I need to say more Bar."

In the office, everyone is constantly sighing. Constantly analyzing Yang Tao's techniques and acupuncture techniques, but in the end, not many people paid attention to the process of direct surgery.

Judd was very bitter inside, he felt extremely ridiculous. At the same time, the resentment towards Yang Tao became stronger: "You said you were hired by Mr. Qian, why didn't you say it? If you said it, would I still stop you?"

Of course, this was just an excuse Judd made for himself. If Yang Tao directly said that he was hired by Mr. Qian, maybe Judd would be even more disdainful and ridiculed.

"The blood hasn't been replenished. I thought it was cleaned up at first, but now that I saw it, the old man felt a shock in his heart."

An old doctor with all white hair spoke directly, with bursts of exclamation and admiration from the heart in his voice.

They are all medical authorities, not people who just want to make a name for themselves. Although they don't understand Chinese medicine, they also know the human body very well.

The intracranial pressure and the amount of bleeding during the operation. Other pulse, heart rate, and all other data can be reflected. When Yang Tao had the surgery, the whole process was extremely smooth.

And they can know without thinking too much, it is the control of that acupuncture point that caused all this!

"No, when I go back, I will study Chinese medicine well. This is what our ancestors have, and it cannot be thrown away."

Some experts stood up angrily, after seeing Yang Tao's performance-like treatment. It made everyone's hearts extremely shocked, which made them feel incredible.

"That's right, I'm with you. From the looks of it, the things of our ancestors are really broad and profound. Hey, Mr. Qian, tell me, if it's in the stomach, do you need surgery?"

Someone asked curiously.

"Haha... no need. I can tell you in a responsible manner. If it is a stomach tumor, there is no need for surgery at all. A former student of mine, Wu Jun. Compared to many of you who know it, he learned it from Yang Tao. He got a set of acupuncture and healed his prospective father-in-law."

Mr. Qian spoke with great pride, because he knew about it. So for Yang Tao, he admired him even more.

"Ah, that's really the case, no, no, no matter what, I'm going to learn Chinese medicine. When the time comes, Mr. Qian, you have to help me, let me learn that acupuncture too..."

"touch~"

At this moment, the door of the office was directly pushed open. A secretary-like person, with that countryman, appeared directly at the door of the office.

"Who are you……"

"Doctor Angola?!"

Someone recognized the Angola who walked in and arrogantly made it onto a chair. The world's authority on brain science!

"Several experts, I think you all know this one, Doctor Angola. It was our young master Xiaohe who specially found him to treat Mr. Cao."

The secretary spoke lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Because the news he knew was: Mr. Cao's condition had reached its final stage, and even if Mr. Qian took the initiative to perform surgery, he would not be sure.

And at this moment, bringing Angola here by myself is undoubtedly a great hope!

"I've read all the data, let's prepare. But even if it's me, I'm only 30% sure. You all come to be my assistants."

Angola spoke very arrogantly, as for letting all of them be assistants. In his view, this is a gift. It is very precious to have the opportunity to watch him operate at such a close distance.

At the same time, he didn't think that there was anything wrong with his approach, and based on the situation he got. These people should be very happy, after all, only you can give them hope.

But soon, Angola felt something was wrong.

Because the person in front of him didn't show any happy expression at all. On the contrary, the faces of the people in front of them were all...strange? Yes, that's supposed to be weird!

"Several experts, we can't delay."

The secretary saw that the people around him didn't move, and immediately became angry. But he is not good at reprimanding directly, he can only use this method to remind and express his dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, Doctor Angola. I don't think we need you anymore!"

Old Qian smiled strangely, and looked at the secretary on the other side.

"What?! Could it be Mr. Cao already!"

The secretary was shocked, he came here to save lives. If an accident happened because he miscalculated the time, then with Liu Xiaohe, he didn't know how to explain it.

"No, Mr. Cao is fine."

Qian Lao opened his mouth lightly, but Judd on the side hurriedly continued: "Doctor Angola, the patient's operation has been completed, and it went extremely smoothly."

"What?!"

Angola's voice suddenly raised countless decibels, God, are these people joking?

"Mr. Angola, we are also shocked, but these are all facts. If you don't believe me, you can watch this video."

Judd gave a wry smile.

"Dr. Judd, this is top secret. Please watch your words!"

Then, the projector that was turned on by Judd was directly unplugged by Qian Lao.

"Dr. Judd, I hope you don't say things like that in the future."

Someone from the expert team spoke again, with a very cold tone.

Leaving aside how miraculous the stitching technique is, because it is the identity of Mr. Cao, it cannot be taken out casually like this. And he was a foreigner, what Judd said just now was really ill-considered...

The secretary was dumbfounded when he heard that the operation went well. Then Xiao ran to the outside of the ward to have a look. All the data were normal, and he was completely confused...

In the afternoon, Yang Tao woke up from the hotel he found. By the way, I turned on the mobile phone that had just been charged, and immediately received countless text message reminders, as well as text messages.

Most of them were called by Mr. Qian, but later Mr. Qian also sent a text message, saying that he thanked Yang Tao for his help, and at the same time said that he would give Yang Tao a gift, and he also promised that Yang Tao would like it.

The other one was from Yuan Na, but it also included a text message, asking where Yang Tao was.

The other is a text message from Li Wenting, saying that he may not have time to accompany him today. Elder Cao has something to do, she needs help

Looking at the text message, Yang Tao was planning to return it to Li Wenting first, when suddenly his phone vibrated. An unfamiliar number appeared on Yang Tao's cell phone.

"Hello."

Yang Tao answered the phone suspiciously.

"Hello, are you Yang Tao?!"

On the other side of the phone, Zhao Hu is holding a photo in his hand. This is the information he found about Yang Tao just now, and a trace of bitterness crossed the corner of his mouth...