The strongest little magician

Chapter 908 Acupuncture and Moxibustion Are Deceitful

He made up his mind that it was equivalent to giving it a go, if Zhang Yangguang couldn't tell the correct answer.

Then he can grasp this point and say that he has the same result as the opponent, or even a tie.

No matter what, it will be better in the end, and he will be given the title of a defeated general, which will not help his future at all.

"It's very simple. All kinds of strange signs are out of line. There is only one thing that can prove that Mr. Taylor is poisoned." Zhang Yangguang said calmly.

But as soon as the words were spoken, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and everyone exclaimed.

"Very well, how could Mr. Taylor be poisoned and die?"

"Fucking nonsense, right? It's been so many years, how could someone still be poisoned!"

"Stop talking nonsense here!"

……

Everyone naturally didn't believe it. At the same time, panic was written on Wang Fugui's face.

Logically speaking, he should seize the opportunity and step on Zhang Yangguang hard.

But at this moment, he didn't say a word, just stayed quietly, as if he was worried that the fire would burn his brow.

"As the saying goes, facts speak louder than words. If you don't believe me, then I will prove it to you." Zhang Yangguang said, and walked forward again after speaking.

However, Huang Minghai, who was originally arrogant, seemed to have surrendered, and honestly gave way to Zhang Yangguang.

He stood by the side in despair, never expecting that one day, he would be defeated by others.

Looking carefully, Zhang Yangguang squatted down and slowly pulled out the cloth roll from his pocket.

Open the cloth roll and pull out a gold needle from it.

"What is this doing?"

"Looks like acupuncture?"

……

Everyone didn't dare to approach, but they all stepped forward one after another, looking at this scene in surprise.

The same is true for Huang Minghai. When he saw the golden needle in Zhang Yangguang's hand again, he immediately jumped out to stop it.

He has always been advocating western medicine, but he doesn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine at all.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He stopped Zhang Yangguang's movement and scolded him.

Zhang Yangguang frowned, and couldn't help asking: "I should be the one asking you what you want to do?"

"Bah, acupuncture and moxibustion are all lies. Such a serious illness should be sent to the hospital for gastric lavage immediately. Acupuncture and moxibustion alone cannot be cured. Don't mislead your children here. If you delay Mr. Taylor's life, you Can you afford it?"

Huang Minghai said arrogantly, until this moment, he still wanted to break back to the city.

"What a gastric lavage? I found that you are really not good at talking. Why do you owe it to others? Mr. Taylor must have been poisoned by eating some kind of food? Or, after the poison takes effect, the toxin produced dissolves in the blood, According to you, do you have to drain Mr. Taylor's blood?"

Zhang Yangguang couldn't help laughing out loud, this kid must have lost his head, he was so anxious that he even forgot the most basic common sense?

"You're just being ridiculous. Acupuncture and moxibustion are deceiving!" Huang Minghai's expression turned ugly, and he was not Zhang Yangguang's opponent at all.

At this time, the translator stood up.

"Doctor Huang, I advise you to be more self-respecting. Don't force me to ask someone to invite you out. You can't cure yourself. Don't delay Dr. Zhang's treatment."

He said solemnly, undoubtedly slapping Huang Minghai hard on the face.

After he finished speaking, two tall men appeared on Huang Minghai's left and right sides.

Under this pressure, Huang Minghai could only give up and step aside obediently.

(End of this chapter)