Having been publicly reprimanded by Song Xue’er in front of so many people, Li Qianglin’s face changed drastically, and soon, he was truly annoyed!
In his view, as the director of the pharmaceutical factory, Song Xue’er should have protected his face, not scolded him in front of so many people, making him feel embarrassed!
Song Xue’er saw Li Qianglin’s expression change, but she didn’t care at all and quickly looked over at Hu Xiaobei. "Xiaobei, don’t listen to his nonsense. Hurry up and save the patient!"
Hearing Song Xue’er’s words, the upset Li Qianglin coldly spoke up, "No! Unless he agrees to the conditions I proposed earlier, I absolutely refuse to let him attempt treatment!"
While making this statement, Li Qianglin gestured to his followers!
Seizing the opportunity to stir up trouble, they quickly understood Li Qianglin’s intent and started to voice their support.
"That’s right! Only if he agrees to the conditions. Otherwise, don’t even think about intervening!"
"Yes!"
"I feel the same way!"
Seeing that he was being unreasonable, Song Xue’er looked upset. "You..."
Knowing he wouldn’t let it go without agreement, Hu Xiaobei stopped Song Xue’er and looked at him, saying, "Fine! I agree!"
After a brief moment of surprise, Li Qianglin laughed excitedly, "Hmm? You really agree?"
Seeing his overexcited demeanor, Hu Xiaobei said indifferently, "Yes, I agree! If I can’t revive this comatose person, I’ll crawl under your crotch and never appear in front of you again. But if I can heal him, then you’ll have to roll out of here and never show up again! Can you do that?"
"You... Fine! I agree!"
Knowing the severity of the consequences if he lost, he still agreed!
Because he believed he simply couldn’t lose...
"Alright then, we have our agreement!"
As he said this, Hu Xiaobei didn’t look at him again but squatted down to examine the comatose person seriously!
At that moment, as Hu Xiaobei squatted down, everyone watched him closely...
Apart from Song Xue’er and Murong Qingqing, everyone else wore looks of skepticism on their faces!
This was because they did not believe that Hu Xiaobei truly had the confidence to revive the comatose person...
Hu Xiaobei ignored the doubts and calmly took out the silver acupuncture needles from his pocket!
...
"Idiot!"
Seeing Hu Xiaobei apparently getting ready to perform acupuncture, Li Qianglin mocked disdainfully!
Li Qianglin had come into contact with Chinese Medicine and acupuncture before.
He knew how difficult acupuncture was to master, which was rarely accomplished by the older generation of Chinese Medicine practitioners, let alone this youngster...
On hearing Li Qianglin’s mocking words, his cronies—who were in good terms with him—gathered quickly, asking, "Brother Li, what do you mean by ’idiot’?"
"Yeah!"
"Is it a self-assessment? Err... a catchphrase?"
"No, I’m saying this Hu Xiaobei is an idiot! As for why, you’ll know soon enough!"
Hearing this confident statement, they nodded slowly.
They had been following Li Qianglin from their first day at the factory and revered him deeply.
Whatever Li Qianglin said, they considered it to be correct.
And so, at this moment, they all thought Hu Xiaobei was in for trouble!
...
"Quchi, Baicui, Muhe!"
While they were muttering among themselves, Hu Xiaobei’s wrist flicked lightly.
In an instant, three silver needles swiftly flew from Hu Xiaobei’s hand!
Quickly, those three needles pierced directly into the acupuncture points of the comatose person!
As they penetrated, everyone watched intently.
Soon, everyone frowned because none of them saw any sign of change in the comatose person!
"Stylish moves, but completely useless!"
Seeing no reaction from the comatose person, Li Qianglin mocked him!


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