1738: C1738 This Is Tcm

C1738 This Is Tcm

"Yes!" Robeson nodded and said, "I'm curious why a few small injectors can save a patient with a sudden heart disease."

Yes, he was very curious. He did not understand why Qin Luo could save a person's life with just a few injections.

In the education he had received so far, there was no one that could explain the current situation.

Qin Luo smiled at Roboson's question and said, "I used an ancient technique in China called acupuncture."

"Acupuncture? Medicine?" Robinson asked.

" That's right! It's TCM. " Qin Luo nodded and said, "Don't look at me. I only inserted a few silver needles, but they contained countless mysteries."

"The strength, angle, and technique of the acupuncture cannot be missing..."

Qin Luo spoke frankly and frankly, introducing the basic situation of acupuncture.

Robert's expression changed from confusion to understanding.

"Magic TCM, magical TCM emergency treatment..." Robeson couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

A few needles could save a person's life. To be honest, to a certain extent, he believed TCM exceeded any medical knowledge he knew.

"Professor Qin, if possible, please teach me..." Robert said sincerely.

Teach you?

Qin Luo's mouth twitched when he heard Robeson's words.

Although he had a lot of acupuncture and emergency treatment, if he were to teach it to others, Qin Luo really wouldn't be able to do it.

To be honest, there was no way to teach TCM in a short period of time.

TCM was different from Western medicine. Western medicine had a fixed pattern.

They would use whatever illness they had.

However, TCM was different. TCM was a science that relied more on experience.

Especially acupuncture. The weight of acupuncture was completely in his hands. If he wanted to achieve Qin Luo's effect, he would have to go through a long period of training.

This time, it would take at least three years and five years, or even more than ten years.

"Forget it, you should save him first..." After saying this, Qin Luo turned around and walked out of the cabin.

This time, no one blocked Qin Luo's path.

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After leaving the cabin, Qin Luo took out his phone from his pocket.

As soon as he turned it on, his phone rang.

The caller ID showed a familiar number.

Kruger...

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Luo pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Professor Qin, may I ask where you are now? I will send a car to pick you up immediately..." Before Qin Luo could speak, Kruger's voice came from the phone.

"Uh... I just got off the plane..." Qin Luo said.0

"Wait a minute, I will arrange a car to pick you up immediately. He will send you directly to the hotel..." On the phone, Kruger spoke again.

Regardless of whether it was a private car or accommodation, everything was clearly arranged.

To be honest, Qin Luo felt that the International Physics Union was slightly richer than the Mathematics Association.

The reason was very simple. The last time Qin Luo attended Fields's mathematics award ceremony, it was him who found a place to stay.

After waiting at the airport for about ten minutes, a champagne BMW 7-series parked in front of Qin Luo.

Without any hesitation, Qin Luo pushed open the door and entered.

But when he pulled, it actually didn't open...

Qin Luo:???

What do you mean by 'what?' Lock the door, right?

The corner of Qin Luo's mouth twitched slightly, and his expression was somewhat displeased.

"Knock knock knock knock..." Qin Luo knocked on the window.

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