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"Teacher, you are too polite. I am also a doctor in Tokyo Hospital. There is no reason why I need someone to pick me up when I go home." Lin Qingzhu bent slightly and shook hands with Takero Yamamoto.

"Haha, you boy, you have been out for a year, and you are quite tactful, and you can talk politely." Takero Yamamoto laughed and joked.

Even though he said this, Takero Yamamoto was very happy to hear such words.

Lin Qingzhu smiled modestly and didn't answer.

He is no longer the person he was before, and people always have to grow up and learn to be hypocritical.

Maturity is often linked to hypocrisy. Although it is not counted now, it is still forced to operate.

Takero Yamamoto was also somewhat emotional. He knew Lin Qingzhu's background, so although he felt sorry for Lin Qingzhu not staying in the big hospital, he also knew that the other party could have a better belonging.

This is also the reason why he is so polite to Lin Qingzhu even though he is regarded as Lin Qingzhu's teacher.

Lin Qingzhu's own strength is one aspect, and his background is also one aspect. In his opinion, Lin Qingzhu is qualified to be arrogant.

Lin Qingzhu was naturally extravagant, even if he cut open a person's belly and chest cavity with a scalpel, and when his hands were dripping with blood from the internal organs, his movements were calm and elegant.

Even when the body is extremely uncomfortable and painful, and the posture is awkward, the back is still straight.

This is a rich and noble son with his own pride, even if he is not stained with mortal dust, he is not surprised.

Unexpectedly, such a person would also come down one day, and exchange polite and gentle greetings, with a bit of mellowness and gentleness in his words, and a bit less sharpness.

On the contrary, that extravagance has never diminished, and it has not appeared ordinary because of its smoothness.

"Where's the younger brother?" After exchanging pleasantries, Lin Qingzhu also asked about the core figure in this incident.

He was still a little curious about this junior who had stabbed himself into paralysis.

Unexpectedly, there are doctors in Japan who are so obsessed with traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture. This junior is also a ruthless person, and directly stabbed himself.

"We put him in a single ward, shall I take you to see it now?" Takero Yamamoto looked at Lin Qingzhu and asked.

Lin Qingzhu nodded: "Go now."

Chapter 103 There is a kind of light called worship

Following Takero Yamamoto into the ward, Lin Qingzhu saw his junior with a surprising skeleton at a glance.

The junior is lying on the bed, unable to move the right side of his body, his face can be regarded as handsome, but unfortunately his mouth is crooked and his eyes are slanting now, looking extremely miserable.

The desolate song seemed to sound invisible.

The sad wind always withers, and the miasma rain is still dripping.

As soon as Junior Morihara saw Takero Yamamoto coming in, he immediately sobbed excitedly, his voice was vague: "Mr. Yamamoto."

Lin Qingzhu took a few glances at the unlucky junior, and immediately saw the excitement and expectation in his eyes. Of course, under these emotions, there was still a bit of lovelessness hidden.

"Morihara, don't get excited, don't worry too much, your Senior Lin has come over, and should be able to cure you." Takero Yamamoto comforted.

It's a pity that Morihara became even more excited when he heard the words "Senior Lin". He looked at Lin Qingzhu at the side for an instant, and the gleam in his eyes was called admiration.

"Senior Lin! Please. I believe you can cure me!" Morihara shouted vaguely.

Lin Qingzhu: "..."

There is no need to place such high hopes on me.

Takero Yamamoto smiled a little embarrassedly: "This kid Morihara has always regarded you as an idol."

Lin Qingzhu nodded, not having any special thoughts, but Takero Yamamoto's attitude towards Morihara made him feel that Morihara might be his descendant.

But this unlucky junior, even his face was affected, could it be that the needle was used on his own face?

Generally, only stroke and other reasons can cause hemiplegia to have crooked eyes and mouth. The probability of other hemiplegias causing crooked mouth and eyes is really not high.

"Don't get excited, be quiet." Lin Qingzhu patted his junior on the shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Senior Lin, your cold face really gives you a sense of security! I admire your calm, self-restrained, rational and calm appearance when you are treating patients."

Even if the speech is difficult and ambiguous, it can't stop Morihara's excitement and enthusiasm to meet his idol.

"Morihara!" Yamamoto Takero yelled helplessly.

Morihara finally shut up, and looked at Lin Qingzhu with a pair of crooked eyes.

Lin Qingzhu pinched the center of her brows with a headache.

"Does the senior have a headache? If the senior is not feeling well, you can rest for a while and then help me treat it. I'm not in a hurry." Morihara looked like a little fan.

Lin Qingzhu: "..."

"It's okay, tell me about your situation, where did you tie yourself?" Lin Qingzhu carefully observed Morihara's situation with calm and serious eyes.

After listening to Morihara's description of his own situation, Lin Qingzhu felt his pulse. After thinking about it, he subconsciously took out a lollipop from his pocket, tore open the package, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he took out a roll of silver needles from his pocket.

The specially made cloth roll was unfolded, revealing hundreds of silver needles of different thicknesses and lengths inside. The silver needles were pinned to the cloth roll, scattered in order and shone with a cold light.

"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt very much." Lin Qingzhu comforted habitually, and when she looked up, she saw that the other party was still staring at her brightly, the admiration in her eyes was undisguised.

He forgot that this was a wolf that pinned him down.

"Take off your shirt." Lin Qingzhu looked down at the silver needle, thinking about the simplest treatment plan.

"Oh." Morihara obediently responded, fiddled with his clothes with difficulty with his movable left hand.

Standing aside, Takero Yamamoto couldn't see him, stepped forward, and took off his clothes in two or three strokes.

Seeing the other party's clothes take off, Lin Qingzhu nodded: "Sit down and don't move."

The jade color appeared on his hand, Lin Qingzhu's right hand passed over the cloth roll with the silver needles pinned on it, his wrist moved slightly, and a few silver needles pierced Morihara's face at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Morihara froze for a moment, the scene in front of him impacted his worldview, making him wonder if he and his senior learned the same thing.

But soon, the three views were reshaped, and Morihara's eyes burst out with a more enthusiastic light than before.

As expected of Senior Lin!

Lin Qingzhu didn't know what the junior in front of him was thinking, his eyes were rational and calm, his movements were graceful and calm, but his hands were so fast that the afterimage was almost invisible.

The crystal jade color kept flashing in front of his eyes, and Lin Qingzhu's hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, constantly gliding over the cloth roll and the needle tail tied on Morihara's body.

The tails of the needles pierced into the body trembled automatically, and the depth of each needle into the body was just right, which made Morihara and Yamamoto on the side dumbfounded.

Is the Chinese medicine that Lin Qingzhu learned really not witchcraft? !

Soon, Morihara's body was covered with long and short silver needles. These silver needles passed by Lin Qingzhu's fingertips, and the amplitude and frequency of the tremors were also adjusted from time to time.

About 15 minutes later, Lin Qingzhu quickly passed his hands over the watch strap of the original body, and he took back dozens of silver needles in an instant.

Relieved, Lin Qingzhu inserted all the silver needles back into the cloth roll, rubbed his sore wrist, and put the cloth roll away.

"Okay, let's see if we can move."

Morihara waved his hand immediately, very excited: "It's really possible to move! You still have to be a senior! It's amazing!"

"Next time you're not sure, don't try it on yourself. You got five needles, but it took me more than 60 to save you." Lin Qingzhu suggested calmly, rubbing her wrists expressionlessly.

"Okay, actually... I think I'm quite sure." Morihara's voice became softer and weaker, feeling a little aggrieved for no reason.

"By the way, Senior Lin, your trick just now is so cool! Is it some secret acupuncture technique? Can I learn it? It's amazing! Huaxia Chinese medicine is even more amazing than I imagined!"

Morihara asked excitedly.

"You can't learn, you have to practice since childhood, and you have to know martial arts." Lin Qingzhu fooled without changing his face.

"Really?" Morihara was a little suspicious: "Didn't senior Lin go to Huaxia to study Chinese medicine when he was studying for a doctorate?"

"My mother is from Huaxia, and my mother's family is a traditional Chinese medicine family. I learned from my mother since I was a child."

"Ah? Alright! I also want to try to study abroad in Huaxia." Morihara was a little regretful.

"Although I can't learn to the same level as me, it is still possible to learn to cure the disease you just had. You can go to Huaxia to study abroad." Lin Qingzhu added.

He can be regarded as... spreading Chinese culture... right?

"Really? I will go, Senior Lin." Morihara regained his energy in an instant.

Lin Qingzhu nodded perfunctorily: "Come on."

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Lin, thank you so much today." Morihara suddenly became serious and bowed to Lin Qingzhu.

"It's a small matter, you're welcome." Lin Qingzhu threw the stick of lollipop in his mouth into the trash can beside him.

"Qingzhu, you don't need to refuse. I really have to thank you today. You come to help the teacher, and the teacher can't let you suffer. Just treat it as if you came to our hospital to make throwing knives. Let's pay according to the market price."

With that said, Yamamoto handed Lin Qingzhu a check.

Lin Qingzhu took a look, one hundred thousand yen.

"Mr. Yamamoto is too polite, even if it's a throwing knife, you gave too much." Lin Qingzhu didn't answer.

"Not much. Your medical skills are worth the price. The teacher knows that you are not short of money, but he can't let you help for nothing, right?"

"Ms. Yamamoto is Morihara-senpai's elder?"

Takero Yamamoto did not deny: "I am his uncle."

Lin Qingzhu chuckled: "Then I won't be polite to you."

Chapter 104

After staying in Tokyo Hospital for a while, and chatting with former acquaintances for a while, Lin Qingzhu followed Takero Yamamoto to an operation.

The patient had just been sent, because it was an emergency department, and the patient's condition was relatively critical. As the director of the emergency department, Takero Yamamoto performed the surgery himself.

It happened that Lin Qingzhu was at the side, and Takero Yamamoto asked him if he wanted to go to the operating table together.

Since Lin Qingzhu got medical skills, he hasn't had any serious surgery, and his hands are itchy, so he agreed immediately.

Seeing Lin Qingzhu agreeing, Takero Yamamoto was also very happy, and asked him with a smile if the operation could be done.

After getting an affirmative answer, Takero Yamamoto asked Lin Qingzhu to take the lead, and he helped him himself.

Watching Lin Qingzhu perform surgery is like watching a feast of art, especially for surgeons, it is almost a kind of enjoyment.

Lin Qingzhu's every movement was smooth and flowing, with his slender and powerful hands steady, holding the scalpel, he gracefully and calmly cut open the patient's abdomen, revealing the blood in the abdominal cavity.

Every cut is just right.