Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

"First, introduce your identity to everyone." Zhao Yang said lightly.

"Why is that?" the middle-aged man asked puzzled.

"I've cured it for you, what if everyone says you are my entrusted person?" Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"That's it." The middle-aged man suddenly realized, "I am Miller, the CEO of Sydney Group. I have had lupus for five or six years. The doctors who treated me and my friends can testify."

"Second, how much medical expenses do you think you can afford?" Zhao Yang asked the second question.

"If you can cure me, I'm willing to pay [-] million." Miller said solemnly.

Zhao Yang looked at Barlow, "Principal Barlow, I want to know if I charge Miller [-] million, will you make trouble for me?"

Zhao Yang had to ask this sentence.

He would never forget that Barlow had tricked him once.

"No, this is a normal transaction between you and Miller." Barlow shook his head.

"Miller, is it convenient for you to treat him now?" Zhao Yang said as he walked off the stage.

"Convenient." Miller said excitedly.

Over the years he was tortured to the point of death by this disease.

"Take off your clothes." Zhao Yang came to Miller and said commandingly.

Miller took off his shirt without hesitation.

Everyone saw that Miller's body was covered with fine scales of ringworm, including raised hemangiomas and the like.

"Lupus."

"It looks horrible."

"Can a miracle doctor really cure it?"

Just when all the teachers and students were suspicious, Zhao Yang took out a silver needle and pierced Miller's Tan Zhong acupoint.

As Zhao Yang twirled gently, everyone was shocked to find that the debris on Miller's body fell off, and at the same time, the hemangioma on his body seemed to be smoothed out.

When Zhao Yang put away the silver needle, Miller's skin was no different from that of a healthy person.

"How do you feel now?" Zhao Yang asked with a smile.

"It's better than ever." Miller moved a little.

He found himself as if back.

"You go for an examination now." Zhao Yang looked at Miller and said.

"Genius doctor, wait a moment." Miller said hastily.

Miller also kept an eye on it.

He was worried that Zhao Yang used more means, such as painkillers and the like.

That's why he went to check?

And the entire audience waited while Miller checked.

They want to know whether Zhao Yang is deceitful or has created a medical miracle?

About half an hour later, Miller rushed into the venue with the inspection report, "Miraculous doctor, miraculous doctor, body."

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at Miller's excited expression, is it really cured?

"Miller, is it really cured?" A man in his 60s asked tremblingly.

"This is my examination report just now. My lupus erythematosus has been cured." Miller raised the examination report in his hand and said loudly.

Some medical experts went to check the inspection report in Miller's hand.

When they saw that Miller's indicators were normal, their faces showed disbelief.

"Genius doctor, there is one thing I don't understand." At this moment, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat asked in a deep voice.

"Tell me." Zhao Yang said lightly.

"I just checked Miller's body three days ago, his liver and immune system were damaged, but just now I checked why his organs have returned to normal, and even his immune system has recovered Is it normal?" The middle-aged doctor asked very puzzled.

This is too unbelievable?

"Simple, because I use Qi to transport the needle." When Zhao Yang said this, a cyan breath appeared on his fingertips, and the shape of this breath was constantly changing at Zhao Yang's fingertips.

"This is?" the doctor was startled.

"True Qi." Zhao Yang explained, "True Qi has a powerful healing effect. For example, when I was healed just now, I consumed a lot of True Qi in my body."

"What the hell is infuriating?"

"It's inconvenient to tell you this." Zhao Yang said with a slight smile.

Miller excitedly came to Zhao Yang, "Genius doctor, give me your bank account number, and I'll arrange someone to send money to you."

Zhao Yang handed him a note, and Miller took the note and went aside.

It didn't take long for Zhao Yang to receive [-] million transfer text messages.

"Received." Zhao Yang looked at Miller and said.

"Genius doctor, if I get sick again in the future, can I still come to you?" Miller asked expectantly.

"I have taken care of your body to the left and right. In theory, your body will have no problems in the next 20 years." Zhao Yang smiled and said with narrowed expectant eyes.

"Ah, just now I felt my body returned to the left and right. I thought it was an illusion? The feelings are real." Miller said in surprise.

Listening to the conversation between Zhao Yang and Miller, all the wealthy people who came to see the doctor rushed forward.

What did Zhao Yang say?

In addition to helping Miller heal his illness, he also helped Miller recuperate his body.

Wang Cuicui stared blankly at Zhao Yang who was surrounded by wealthy people in the audience seat, "Qianqian, why do I think it's too dreamy?"

"Zhao Yang is really amazing. How long has it been since he made a hundred million? No wonder he doesn't care about our spending money?" Li Lele said with a smile, "Qianqian, I don't know if I can be a miraculous doctor, mistress, not mistress. Little five, little six are fine."

Xu Qianqian also felt that all this was a bit dreamy.

This is [-] million.

Xu Qianqian can't earn so much in her whole life.

"I also want to be Xiaosi of the miracle doctor." Wang Cuicui laughed.

Xu Qianqian's heart tightened.

She knew that Wang Cuicui and Li Lele were joking, but Zhao Yang was so good.

Xu Qianqian didn't care whether she could catch up or not, even if she did, would she be able to hold on?

"Genius doctor, I'm already at the terminal stage of lung cancer. I wonder if you can treat it?" At this moment, an 80-year-old man rushed to Barlow's side. He picked up the microphone in front of Barlow and asked Zhao Yang loudly.

"Yes." Zhao Yang said firmly.

"Then hurry up and heal me." The old man said excitedly.

"It's better to say something clearly before the treatment." Zhao Yang said with a smile, "How much do you think it will cost to cure your lung cancer?"

"3000 million." The old man thought for a while and stretched out three fingers, "How is it?"

"Your net worth far exceeds that of Miller, but Miller is willing to spend 3000 million to see a doctor, but you spend [-] million?" Zhao Yang looked at the old man with contempt and said, "Why? Look down on me?"

"Is the consultation fee of 3000 million still low?" the old man said with some displeasure.

"The consultation fee of 3000 million is not low, but compared to your wealth, do you think 3000 million is too much?" Zhao Yang said, looking at a man in his 50s standing beside him, "You are also a lung cancer patient. Late, right?"