The bet was that if Mr. Hu won, Mr. Jiang must unite all the practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine with them to protect Ding Ning and revive traditional Chinese medicine.
If Mr. Hu lost, he would give Mr. Jiang his ancestral bronze acupuncture statue, which he cherished as much as his life.
Hu in the south and Jiang in the north. The bet between the two well-known figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine immediately attracted the attention of Minister Jiang who came to Ninghai for inspection.
He had to see how awesome this medical genius, who was highly praised by Mr. Hu, was. It was also what Mr. Hu wanted to get Minister Jiang's attention, so today's scene happened.
Mo Fei was probably the only one on the scene who knew the truth. Ding Ning could definitely cure these two people. Hearing the words, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Hu, bet with him. I believe in him."
Mr. Hu and others all looked at him in surprise. Because of the special nature of Mo Fei's work, his identity was confidential. Everyone thought that he was an entourage of Minister Jiang.
But how could an entourage be so unruly? The leader didn't say anything, but he fanned the flames here, which made everyone unhappy.
Although Mr. Hu believed in Ding Ning's medical skills, the two people in a coma had been examined by everyone present before they joined the assessment temporarily. No one could do anything about it, so he had no confidence that Ding Ning could cure these two people.
"What's the use of you believing in him? If you can offer me something that can make me want to bet, I will bet with you. "
Mr. Jiang was eccentric. When he served the leaders in the National Medical and Health Care Group, he even dared to argue with the No. 1 Chief when he lost his temper. Hearing the words, he retorted to Mo Fei.
Mo Fei didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "Okay, I will bet with Mr. Jiang. If I lose, I will give Mr. Jiang a set of Sibin Top-Grade Stone Needle. What do you think?"
"Really?" Mr. Jiang's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Of course. A gentleman's word is as good as a whip." As the director of the National Security Agency, although Mo Fei didn't know medical skills, he really had a set of Top-Grade Stone Needle. He was waiting for the day when he could sell it and ask someone to treat him as the consultation fee when he encountered something.
The stone needle achieved some treatment and health care through the wave band of microcrystalline, infrared, and pulse. The pulse became the wave shape through the induction of heat caused by friction. The stone needle was not only used as a simple scraping tool.
Traditional Chinese Medicine believes that top-grade Bian stone has the function of calming the nerves, regulating Qi and blood, and dredging channels and collaterals. Before the ancients obtained the iron refining technique, they used Bian stone to treat injuries and diseases. In ancient times, there were Bian needles, Bian knives and other medical tools.
Detected by modern medical means, the Sibin Stone Needle could emit many far-infrared rays and ultrasonic pulses that were beneficial to the human body, promote microcirculation and regulate metabolism. It was equivalent to a far-infrared therapeutic instrument and an ultrasonic therapeutic instrument.
It was easy to get the needle, but the top-grade needle was extremely rare. It was a great temptation for all practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, and Mr. Jiang was no exception. Even the eyes of others began to shine.
Although Mr. Jiang was extremely tempted, he was not blinded by greed. "What do I have to pay if I lose?"
"If Mr. Jiang loses, you don't have to pay extra. Just do your best to carry out Mr. Hu's bet."
Mo Fei said with a smile. He knew that it was impossible for him to lose. He could take this opportunity to make friends with Mr. Hu and not offend Mr. Jiang. Why not?
After all, everyone's family had a disease or disaster. It was more worthwhile than any business to make the leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine owe him a favor.
The most important thing was that he wanted to take advantage of the situation to help Ding Ning. After all, he was the attending doctor of Shen Muqing, the daughter of the old chief. With such magical medical skills, he was looking forward to Ding Ning's future.
"Okay, let's bet!"
Hearing that there was no additional bet, Mr. Jiang immediately agreed readily.
In fact, Ding Ning's medical skills had conquered him. At least, he had no ability to cure the vegetative patient. He deliberately said that he didn't try his best before because he didn't like Mr. Hu's complacent look.
Mr. Hu glanced at Mo Fei with some surprise and gratitude. For him, anyone who was willing to help Ding Ning was his friend.
He rarely took the initiative to hand out a business card. "If there is anything I can help you in the future, just contact me."
"Thank you, Mr. Hu."
Mo Fei respectfully took the business card with both hands and carefully put it in his business card holder.
"This is my business card. If there is anything you can't help me, just tell me."
Mr. Jiang squinted at Mr. Hu and blatantly handed over his business card. Mo Fei smiled bitterly at Mr. Jiang's deliberate act of making things difficult for Mr. Hu, but he accepted it politely.
Although he could not use Mr. Jiang for many things, who dared to say that he could use every one of them? It was better to be prepared.
Mr. Hu smiled slightly and did not take it seriously. He had long been used to Mr. Jiang's tit-for-tat. In fact, he had always been tolerant because he felt guilty.
The resentment between them had a long history. When Mr. Hu was young, he almost became relatives with Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang's younger sister, Jiang Kaili, fell in love with Mr. Hu, but Mr. Hu already had someone else in his heart. He only treated her as his younger sister and married the woman he liked.
Jiang Kaili, who was sad and disappointed, married abroad and never returned to Shenzhou until she died of old age. Finally, she was buried in a foreign land.
This made Mr. Jiang, who had been dependent on his younger sister since childhood, put all the blame on Mr. Hu and disliked him very much. They competed in medical skills and quarreled with each other as soon as they met.
In this way, after decades of stumbling, Mr. Jiang understood as he grew older and older. He knew that it was not good to force a melon to be together and they would not be happy even if they forced themselves to be together.
Although he had already gotten over it, the habit formed over decades made him feel uncomfortable if he did not quarrel with Mr. Hu. This had almost become his special hobby.
Minister Jiang stared at the big screen and was very curious about whether this young medical genius could create another miracle. As the deputy minister of the Ministry of Health, he was very clear that the country was vigorously supporting the recovery of traditional culture in order to carry forward the cultural heritage of Shenzhou.
Traditional Chinese medicine was a crucial part of it. If it was done well, the old minister was about to retire, and he was very likely to go further and sit in the position he had longed for for a long time.
This was also one of the reasons why he, the dignified deputy minister of the Ministry of Health, was willing to watch the assessment of an unknown young man.
Of course, the most important reason was that he wanted to have a good relationship with this group of medical experts. After all, the Chinese Medicine Association led by the state was about to be established, and his visit could be regarded as an advance survey.
Ding Ning's performance shocked him and made him ecstatic at the same time. He could even cure a vegetative patient. Such magical medical skills were simply the best example of the recovery of traditional medicine.
After making a good plan, he would set up this young man as a representative figure of the recovery of traditional Chinese medicine, break through the general situation with a single point, promote the recovery of traditional culture nationwide, and add a rich resume for his promotion.
Compared with his joy, Du Zewen, who was sitting next to him, was more excited. As the mayor of Ninghai City, he had paid attention to the previous incident of the miracle-working doctor.
Although he felt that Ding Ning was very great, he had not paid enough attention to him. However, this alternative assessment made him realize that Ding Ning was really a great miracle-working doctor.
Although the political task of promoting the recovery of traditional medicine was very important, it could only be ranked second compared to the importance of waking up his wife who had become a vegetative patient because of the car accident.
His wife was not only his lover for many years, but the strong support of her family was also an indispensable part of his official career.
As a phoenix man who came from a poor mountain valley, he could sit in his current position today. Of course, it was inseparable from his unique strategic vision and outstanding courage. However, the biggest contributor was his wife, who was lying in a coma on the sickbed. The connections and power that her family could provide were extremely terrifying.
But as his wife fell into a deep sleep, although his wife's family seemed to be warm to him on the surface, there was an obvious sense of alienation, which also made his hope of going further to the highest level of enlightenment become uncertain.
He did not blame anyone for this. He could completely understand the problem from the perspective of his wife's family.
After all, after there was no hope of their daughter waking up, their son-in-law would become an outsider sooner or later. If they wasted a lot of resources on him to promote him, it would not be worth it.
Without the bond of marriage, no one dared to say that their son-in-law, who was half an outsider, would not change his tune and join the political enemy. At that time, they would not even have tears to cry.
This caused Du Zewen's current extremely embarrassing situation. He had been labeled as his wife's family, but he could not get the support of his wife's family. Instead, he had to face the attack of his political enemy.
If it weren't for the fact that he was an honest and upright official, had strong means, had real ability, and never engaged in those messy and crooked ways, so that his political enemies couldn't find any evidence against him, he might not even be able to keep his position after losing the support behind him.
This was simply an unsolvable deadlock. He could only linger on with his last breath and struggle on his deathbed, but he did not have the slightest power to break out of this situation. He could only helplessly wait for the time to come when he would get a nominal position in an insignificant government office and completely end his political career.
But at this moment, he saw a glimmer of hope from Ding Ning. As long as he could wake up his wife, everything would no longer be a problem, and all the problems would be easily solved.
After struggling for a long time, Ding Ning finally gritted his teeth. If it was a blessing, it would not be a curse. If it was a curse, it could not be avoided. If it was a curse, it could not be avoided.
The two kidnappers fell into a coma because he cut off several main meridians with his True Qi. As long as the broken meridians were connected, they would soon wake up.
However, the two kidnappers had been in a coma for too long. Even if they woke up, they would probably be badly injured and sick. They could no longer engage in heavy physical activities, and even their lifespans would be affected.
Although he could help them recover by consuming a lot of True Qi, he was not so kind as to consume his True Qi for the two kidnappers.
Anyway, those special departments just wanted their confessions, and he believed that they would be very satisfied with this result.
Indeed, as Ding Ning thought, with Monkey, Mo Fei actually didn't care much about the lives of these two people. Today, he just wanted to teach him a lesson on a whim.
Hijacking a military plane was really daring.
The National Security Agency wanted to thank him for saving Monkey, but this guy actually made the two kidnappers unconscious and used this method to threaten the National Security Agency to get a death-exemption medal for him. This was simply a naked provocation. How could Mo Fei bear it? He had to take the opportunity to beat him.
So, looking at Ding Ning's complicated expression, Mo Fei was secretly complacent. "Little guy, since you dare to provoke me, if I don't teach you a lesson, won't you become arrogant?"
This was also the reason why Mo Fei knew he could not do anything to Ding Ning, but he always held back his anger and did not ask him to save them. He would only be happy if this guy lived in fear.
Although he said this, Mo Fei admired Ding Ning from the bottom of his heart. Not to mention his extraordinary medical skills, just the fact that he dared to hijack a plane to save people and used this kind of method to obtain the right to negotiate with the National Security Bureau on equal footing made him feel really f * cking happy.
Unfortunately, he did not know how big Ding Ning's heart was.
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