Wu Yang rummaged through the suitcase many years ago and found the cloth bag. He opened the silver needles and the TCM acupoint meridians in the sandwich. He stood up contentedly and looked at the two people lying on the sofa and on the floor, resting in a daze. He kicked them with his feet and said, "Let's go."

"Take this?" Yan Lang opened her eyes and was so trapped that she yawned repeatedly, tears flowing out of her eyes. Immediately, she felt that this trip was not worth it.

Wu Yang could see what he was thinking. He pointed to the refrigerator and closet beside him and asked, "If you don't mind the trouble, you can help me move these to the hotel. I will be very grateful." Late-night jokes didn't have much effect.

The three of them hurriedly boarded the taxi and returned to the hotel. Wu Yang did not feel much sleepiness and went back to his room to study acupuncture.

Wen Zhan and Yan Lang fell asleep until three poles. It was almost ten o'clock before they rang the doorbell and brought their brunches to report. Looking at the silver needles scattered all over the ground, Yan Lang rushed over exaggeratedly and said, "Sister Yang, don't be so obsessed!"

"Are you trying to scare me to death?" Wu Yang lowered his head and looked at the silver needle that was almost pierced. When he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

After not sleeping for a night, Wu Yang was exhausted, so he naturally didn't stand on ceremony with the two of them. He directly opened the steamed buns and mung bean porridge placed in front of the dining table and began to snort. Yan Lang called the hospital last night and understood the situation. Looking at Wu Yang's back, he felt a little relieved.

Wu Yang was born to stand on the operating table. A few days ago, she was unconscious, and every day, she fell into self-doubt.

However, in the playground, as long as the patient was in front of her, Wu Yang could forget all the troubles and concentrate on dealing with the troublesome illness. Perhaps this was the only way for her to find the meaning of her existence and understand the reason for living.

Wen Zhan watched as her hair fell into the bowl. He walked to his back and gently removed the leather cover from his wrist to tie her hair into a ponytail.

Wu Yang didn't look back, as if he was used to it. Wen Zhan said indifferently, "In a few days, I will hold a press conference at the hospital. As long as it ends, peace will be restored. You can also return to the hospital to work. You don't have to hide in the hotel anymore."

"Thank you." Wu Yang replied calmly without the harsh indifference and hostility he had received a few days ago.

As Wen Family, Wen Zhan should choose to remain silent and wait for the change. Wu Yang knew better than anyone what the consequences of his press conference were. Sure enough, Wen Zhan's phone rang soon. He walked to the balcony and closed the glass door tightly, saying, "Grandpa."

"Wen Zhan, what happened to the press conference?" The old man of the Wen Clan leaned on the dragon-headed cane and questioned him on the other side of the phone.

I didn't expect that the news would spread so quickly. It seems that there must be a spy on the Wen family at his side or in the hospital. When the matter with Wu Yang comes to an end, this spy must be caught. Wen Zhan hated the feeling of being monitored, and he hated betrayal even more.

"Don't open it." Old Master Wen ordered.

Wen Zhan did not answer. Instead, he looked at Wu Yang, who had hastily drank two mouthfuls of porridge before returning to the acupuncture kit and said, "Please rest assured, leave this matter to me." I will not let DS Hospital be affected, I will solve it in my own way. If Grandpa can't trust me, then the Wen family's business doesn't need to be handed over to me. You can give it to someone you can trust. I don't mind. You can complete the handover formalities within three days. "

"You threatened me!" Old Master Wen's face was ashen, and he was so angry that he couldn't stand firm.

Wen Zhan chuckled softly and said, "Grandfather, I'm just trying to reason with you. I'll put the pros and cons of this matter in front of you and let you choose. How can I threaten you? Wen Clan, who can threaten you?"

"I want to see what you want to do." Old Master Wen hung up the phone.

This bastard was getting more and more uncontrollable. He needed to think of a way to get him back into his palm as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be even more dangerous in the future. Old Master Wen narrowed his eyes and felt that something was amiss. He turned around and said, "Go check if anyone suddenly appeared around Wen Zhan. Something's amiss with him recently …" Wen Zhan had been very obedient these past few years.

At least on the surface, what was the reason why he was out of control?

"Just trying on a mannequin. You don't even know how the patient will react, do you?" Yan Lang sat by the side, his hands propped up his chin for a long time before he said softly.

Wu Yang nodded, but he couldn't continue. "I can't go to the hospital to look for clinical cases that I can practice."

"The safest method I can think of now is to find the correct acupoints. As for the effects … we'll observe them clinically when the time comes." Wu Yang knew that this was not a good method, but it was the only method now.

Yan Lang unbuttoned her shirt and said, "Your reputation isn't good right now. When you treat VIP again, your illness will repeat itself. Tell them that you have to try before you can find a way? At that time, don't be unhappy. The people you provoke are no longer the powerless and powerless Luan Xiao parents. If something unexpected happens, it is very likely that the doctor's certificate will be revoked. In the future, you won't be able to continue standing on the operating table. "

"Isn't it just a clinical illness? I'll pawn it for you." Yan Lang gritted her teeth and put on a righteous look as she extended her arm in front of her.

Wu Yang looked at him in surprise and amusement and asked, "How come I didn't know you had a progenitor heart disease?"

"I don't, but I'm also a doctor. As long as you follow the acupuncture points, I can accurately tell you your body's reaction. It can also be considered to be of some help to you, right? Compared to these human models." Yan Lang closed his eyes tightly and continued, "Hurry up and I'll regret it later."

Wu Yang looked at him gratefully. He placed his arm in front of him and said, "Thank you first."

Yan Lang shouted affectionately, but Wu Yang suddenly patted his arm and said disdainfully, "You must not make me suffer too much. I'm afraid of pain … Aiyaya …" "I haven't had an injection yet, but you're a doctor. How did you graduate from school because you're so afraid of pain?"

Yan Lang twitched the corners of her mouth and closed her eyes. Her other senses became even more sensitive, and her entire body tensed up. She said, "I'm a doctor. I'm a surgeon. I'm not lying there as a general teacher. Hurry up, can you do it?"

"I'm done." Wu Yang shook his head disdainfully and watched as he faintly opened his eyes.

Looking at the row of needles on his arm, Yan Lang immediately fainted and asked, "Do you really need so many needles? Are you sure you're not taking revenge on me? Public revenge is not a good thing."