Albert.
He was a journalist from Britain.
In the United Kingdom, he was just a small reporter. He had never had any outstanding achievements, and he usually behaved in accordance with the rules. It was precisely for this reason that the task of following up and reporting on the World Medical Exchange Conference fell on him.
This was because to reporters with some achievements, this kind of medical exchange conference was originally a long and tedious piece of news that did not have any breaking news. Even if they prepared a press release and sent it out, it would not attract too much attention. This caused those famous reporters to not be willing to do such an arduous and unrewarding task.
Albert undoubtedly became the first choice.
Originally.
Albert also knew that this tracking report would not have any breaking points. He just regarded it as a travel with public money. But he didn't expect that after coming here, he would get a blessing in disguise and meet Fang Qiu!
This time, he had decided to keep an eye on Fang Qiu, because this was his only chance to change his luck!
In the hotel lobby.
Albert sat on the sofa, holding a page of an unknown advertisement in his hand. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the elevator and the stairway.
He had been waiting here for half an hour.
Just when he was feeling a little embarrassed to stay any longer, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Patter, patter …"
There was a sudden sound of footsteps.
He turned to look.
The person who appeared at the stairway was Fang Qiu, who he had been waiting for!
Albert's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Fang Qiu.
It was him!
A pair of eyes immediately stared at Fang Qiu.
And here.
Led by Zhang Zhiming, Fang Qiu came all the way to the hotel lobby and stood in front of a sofa on the left side of the wall.
At this time.
A fat man in a suit was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. He didn't even look up at Fang Qiu.
Beside him, there was a supervisor.
"That's him."
Zhang Zhiming motioned for Fang Qiu to sit down on the sofa. He pointed to the fat man and said to Fang Qiu, "This is Mr. Feynman recommended by the director-general."
"Mr. Feynman?"
Fang Qiu called with a smile.
"Hmm?"
The fat man named Feynman pursed his lips, put down the newspaper in his hand, turned his head and looked at Fang Qiu arrogantly, saying, "Are you Fang Qiu from Huaxia?"
"Yes."
Fang Qiu nodded.
"You're still a boy, aren't you?"
Not only was he arrogant, but Feyman was also suspicious of Fang Qiu. He looked him up and down and said, "Can you cure him?"
"If I can't cure it, can I come?"
Fang Qiu replied indifferently.
"Alright."
Seeing Fang Qiu's indifferent expression, Feyman believed him a little and asked directly, "Where do you want to go for treatment?"
"This place is fine."
Fang Qiu said.
"Ah?"
Fei Man was dumbfounded!
The Supervisor and Zhang Zhiming were dumbfounded as well.
This wasn't a hospital, it was a hotel lobby!
Treating the illness here?
How could this be treated?
"Are you sure it's here?"
Feynman asked.
"I'm sure."
Fang Qiu nodded with certainty.
"I advise you, you'd better not mess with me."
Feyman frowned and looked displeased.
"If you don't believe me, you can leave anytime."
Fang Qiu replied.
As a person, sometimes it was okay to lower one's head, but when it was time to raise one's head and show one's backbone, one had to show it, especially when facing such arrogant people who looked down on others.
"I'm already here, and you want me to leave?"
Feynman curled his lips.
"Since you're already here, why do you still question me again and again? Since you want to question me again and again, why do you still come? Why do you still stay?"
Fang Qiu questioned back.
Feynman was stunned and said, "That's because …"
"Do you want to cure him or not?"
Fang Qiu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and asked directly.
"I … Cure him!"
Feynman held his breath and wanted to say something more. But when he saw Fang Qiu's determined face, he could only shut up and nod.
"Sit down."
Fang Qiu didn't hesitate. He walked over and asked him to sit up straight. Then he clapped his hands, one in front and one in back, on the position of the islet.
His internal Qi moved!
Under Fang Qiu's control, it directly poured into his body and activated the energy in his islet!
…
On the right side of the hotel lobby.
When Fang Qiu went downstairs, Ebert had been staring at Fang Qiu. When he saw Fang Qiu walk to Feynman and talk to him, he began to secretly take pictures.
Without a doubt.
Ebert's little tricks could never escape Fang Qiu's eyes, but Fang Qiu didn't pay attention to them.
Because of what he heard from Zhang Zhiming before.
Since it was a secret photo, it would definitely be released. And what Fang Qiu was doing now was really a good thing to prove Chinese Medicine. It was better to publicize this kind of thing. At least it could help Chinese Medicine improve its status!
Under Ebert's photo.
Fang Qiu finished the treatment very soon.
The treatment was completed.
Fang Qiu clapped his hands gently and said, "It's done."
After that.
He turned around and left.
He really didn't want to see Feynman's face again.
If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't treat Feynman at all.
"That's it?"
Looking at Fang Qiu who turned around and left, Feynman was dumbfounded.
"This, this …"
Zhang Zhiming also looked embarrassed. He looked at Feynman and then at Fang Qiu. Then he quickly stood up, chased after Fang Qiu, and asked, "Is it really done?"
"Of course."
Fang Qiu nodded naturally and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask them to check."
"But it's only been a few minutes."
Zhang Zhiming still couldn't believe it.
"Whether it's done or not, we'll know after checking. Get out of my way. Don't stand in my way!"
Fang Qiu said.
Then.
Under Zhang Zhiming's inexplicable gaze, he went upstairs without looking back.
Indeed.
To treat diabetes, one only needed to activate the islets of langerhans. Diabetes was originally a problem with the islets of langerhans. Otherwise, why did he need to inject so much insulin?
He just stood there and watched.
After Fang Qiu went upstairs, Zhang Zhiming turned around and walked back with an embarrassed face. He said to Feynman, "Mr. Feynman, you, you can do a district examination."
"What?"
Feynman was angry!
He stared at Zhang Zhiming with a face full of anger and said, "Are you making fun of me?"
"Of course not, of course not."
Zhang Zhiming felt bitter.
He didn't expect that Fang Qiu could cure diabetes so quickly!
"Humph!"
Feynman snorted angrily and said, "You're not making fun of me. You're playing with the director-general. Wait and see. I'll go and check it now. After the examination, I'll report it to the director-general!"
After that, he got up and left angrily.
The supervisor, who hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end, also got up and left with him.
"This …"
Zhang Zhiming looked bitter.
Looking at Feynman, who left angrily, he had no choice but to turn around and chase after Fang Qiu, who had already gone upstairs.
And here.
Albert, who had been secretly taking pictures, rolled his eyes and quickly followed Feynman, who left angrily.
Although he still didn't know what had happened after secretly taking pictures for a long time, the situation in front of him made him feel that this matter was not so simple. It was very likely to be a piece of news. Because he couldn't go upstairs, he couldn't follow Fang Qiu. The only one who could follow him was this fat man named Feynman!
Soon.
After following Feynman out of the hotel.
Albert hurriedly got into a taxi parked at the entrance of the hotel, asked the driver to follow Feynman's car, and drove all the way to the distance.
After about five or six minutes.
Two cars, one after the other, stopped in front of a private hospital.
Feynman got out of the car and walked into the hospital.
Ebert also quietly followed them.
It turned out that.
This Feynman actually came to do a diabetes test.
It was dark and he still came to do a diabetes test. Ordinary people definitely wouldn't do that. That was to say, the reason why Feynman came to do this test was probably related to Fang Qiu.
Albert disguised himself as an ordinary patient and sat in the waiting area on one side, staring at Feynman secretly.
Soon.
The results of Feynman's test came out.
Because of curiosity, Albert deliberately approached him.
"Mr. Feynman, the result of your test is that your blood sugar is obviously lower than the level of diabetes. This is your test report."
The doctor handed the test results to Feynman.
"What?"
Feynman thought he had heard wrong and hurriedly asked, "Are you sure my blood sugar has dropped?"
"Yes."
The doctor nodded with a very affirmative smile.
"Impossible, impossible!"
Feynman said in surprise, "He didn't do anything. He just patted me and it only took a few minutes. How could it be cured?"
"No, it must be because I haven't eaten."
"I'm going to eat."
"Yes, I'm going to do the test after eating!"
Speaking of this.
Feynman stuffed the test report into his pocket and then quickly walked out of the hospital. He ate a big burger and drank a large glass of drink in a restaurant near the hospital.
After eating, he took a short rest and immediately returned to the hospital for another examination.
As a result.
The examination was completed.
The conclusion was that although his blood sugar had risen, it was still normal after the increase. There was no tendency to have diabetes at all!
This time.
Feynman was completely surprised!
But he still couldn't believe it. After all, he was a patient with third-stage diabetes. If diabetes was really so easy to cure, how could there be so many people with diabetes in the world?
To make sure again.
Feynman immediately went to do a pancreatic examination.
As a result, he found that the pancreatic was really cured. He was normal!
"Okay, I'm really cured!"
After three confirmations, Feynman finally couldn't hold back anymore. He hugged the supervisor who had been following him in surprise and couldn't help crying loudly. He said while crying, "I'm finally cured. I can finally eat and drink whatever I want. I've admired Huaxia food for a long time. I'm coming!"
Huaxia food.
It was an extremely famous existence in the world.
Feynman's dream was to have a good meal of Huaxia food one day. But because of diabetes, he couldn't eat it.
Now, he finally had this chance!
The supervisor was also dumbfounded.
That was it?
Had Feynman's diabetes really been cured?
Shocked!
Extremely shocked!
"Huaxia medicine is amazing!"
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