Watching Chen Nan taking out the silver needles, a middle-aged man named Wang Guodong hurriedly said, "Young man, what are you doing?"
Chen Nan looked up at him, his eyes treating him as if he were a fool, "I've already taken out the silver needles, what do you think I'm going to do?"
Wang Guodong said angrily, "Do you understand medicine before you recklessly stick needles? Do you even know what Mr. Lu's condition is?"
"Do you realize that if something really goes wrong, you will have to bear the consequences?"
Several people beside them nodded in agreement.
They could see that Chen Nan was trying to treat Mr. Lu by acupuncture.
However,
they did not really believe in traditional Chinese medicine.
They were even more skeptical that this young man had any medical expertise.
And since they were all witnesses, if they did not stop Chen Nan and something happened to Mr. Lu, they would also be to blame.
Liu Hanyan's voice rang out, "I believe in his medical skills."
Even so,
