Chapter 027
Su Xinlan had just come out of the emergency room and happened to see Zheng Shaoming asking for help from Young Master Zhang. She was so frightened that she almost bumped her head against the door. What was Young Master Zhang doing? Human life was at stake!
"Mr. Zheng, don't worry, as long as I take action, I guarantee that your grandpa will be fine!"
Seeing Zheng Shaoming caring so much about his grandfather, Mr. Zhang, who grew up alone without a father or mother, sighed in his heart and couldn't help but patted Zheng Shaoming on the shoulder and replied very forcefully.
"Hey! Where did this young boy come from? He's talking so brazenly." Mr. Zhang's words set off a hornet's nest, and many people snorted coldly on the spot, "So many of our experts are helpless, you silly boy."
What are you messing around with here!"
"If just anyone can save people, then why do we doctors need it?"
"I'm crazy. I really think I am the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I still save people. It's really ridiculous!"
This is also a way for the doctors to give Zheng Shaoming face. Otherwise, based on these words, they would have to call security to kick Mr. Zhang out.
Listening to the words of the doctors, Zheng Shaoming began to waver. Just now he was in a hurry and naturally grasped the life-saving straw of Mr. Zhang, but now that he thought about it, what everyone said was not unreasonable.
More importantly, Young Master Zhang is too young, only about twenty years old.
Zheng Shaoming actually believed that masters existed among the people. China was such a big country and there were no strange people. It was not impossible for one or two medical fairy-level freaks to appear. But Young Master Zhang was only twenty years old, what could he know?
The middle-aged doctor walked up to Mr. Zhang and asked seriously: "Do you have a medical license?"
Young Master Zhang disdained lying and shook his head: "No."
"Are you a close disciple of any medical senior?"
"no."
After a few words, Mr. Zhang was already surrounded by a lot of ridicule. You kid is nothing, you have no shit. Why are you messing around here? You are sick!
Su Xinlan also had a look of surprise on her face. She didn't understand what Young Master Zhang wanted to do. Although she usually admired Young Master Zhang, she didn't believe that Young Master Zhang could cure the deputy secretary's illness.
Young Master Zhang didn't take it to heart at all. He just smiled slightly, with strong confidence on his face: "Mr. Zheng, I still say what I said, as long as I take action, your grandfather will be saved, don't let me
Take action, you decide as soon as possible, time waits for no one."
With that said, Young Master Zhang patted Zheng Shaoming's shoulder again, and with a few vague taps of his four fingers, a stream of spiritual energy from heaven and earth penetrated into his body silently.
Zheng Shaoming had been in a car accident and had some sequelae. But just now Mr. Zhang patted himself, and he suddenly felt as if a clear flow rushed into his body. He was extremely comfortable and his whole body was full of strength.
Move your body subconsciously, smoothly and without any discomfort!
Zheng Shaoming was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the ground. His sequelae were cured instantly! He looked at Young Master Zhang and saw Young Master Zhang smiled knowingly and nodded.
"Mr. Zhang, please take action to save my grandfather!" Zhang Shaoming no longer had any doubts and made this decision immediately.
Everyone's expressions changed. They never expected that Zheng Shaoming actually believed what Mr. Zhang said. This young man is sick. Why is Mr. Zheng not thinking right?
The ancients said that caring leads to chaos, and this is indeed true. Because he was worried about grandpa, the shrewd Mr. Zheng was confused.
"Mr. Zheng, this is not good. Why don't you think about it again..." The middle-aged doctor looked embarrassed. If something happened, the hospital would not be able to bear it.
Of course Zheng Shaoming knew what the middle-aged doctor was worried about, and he hummed: "What happened has nothing to do with the hospital! Get out of the way now. It has delayed my grandfather's treatment. I am not done with you!"
As soon as Zheng Shaoming showed his power, everyone stopped talking fearfully and quickly made way for Zheng Shaoming to invite Mr. Zhang into the emergency room.
They didn't leave, they all wanted to see how Mr. Zhang rescued the deputy secretary.
"Handsome guy Zhang doesn't really have to save people, does he?" Su Xinlan rubbed her eyes, feeling that she had seen it wrong. Could it be that handsome guy Zhang really knows how to cure diseases?
But even so, so many experts and scholars can't cure it. Why are you joining in the fun, handsome Zhang? How can it be cured? And Zheng Shaoming, why are you going crazy too!
In the emergency room, Mr. Zhang carefully checked the patient's physical condition to confirm his previous judgment. The cause of the patient's illness was the Qi in his head. As long as the Qi was refined, the patient would wake up immediately.
"Xinlan, go get a box of silver needles quickly!" After understanding the situation, Young Master Zhang immediately ordered.
When Su Xinlan heard this, she didn't know what to do. The doctors shook their heads at her one by one, making it clear that she should not get involved, otherwise if something happened, the responsibility would not be something that ordinary people could bear.
"Xinlan, go get the silver needle!"
At this moment, a sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded, and then, a energetic and majestic middle-aged man separated from the crowd and walked over and said to Su Xinlan.
When everyone saw it, they were in an uproar: "Dean!"
This middle-aged man who just walked out is none other than Su Dashan, the director of the First People's Hospital and Su Xinlan's second uncle.
The dean had spoken, and if something went wrong, someone would be there to help. Everyone felt relieved and urged Su Xinlan to get the silver needle.
"Zhang Tian, the silver needle is here!"
Soon, Su Xinlan brought over a box of silver needles, and Mr. Zhang was not polite. He took it and inserted it into the large hole on the patient's forehead very quickly, with a very skillful technique.
The doctors who were watching were all moved when they saw it. There were many Chinese medicine practitioners among them. Even if they were not Chinese medicine doctors, they were still knowledgeable people. Mr. Zhang’s acupuncture techniques were skillful and exquisite, and the heat was no worse than that of many famous old Chinese medicine doctors.
What is even more exaggerated is that Master Zhang still used silver needles. In modern Chinese medicine, silver needles are rarely used. They are soft and easy to break. They are gradually eliminated and replaced by diamond needles.
Young Master Zhang was able to achieve this level of proficiency even with a silver needle, which shocked everyone like a blow to the head. At this time, everyone began to believe that maybe this young man could really cure the patient.
Seeing this situation, Zheng Shaoming had more confidence in Mr. Zhang.
Soon, Mr. Zhang had inserted eighteen silver needles into the patient's head, and then stretched out his hand to place a little on the space on his forehead. A stream of spiritual energy rushed into the patient's brain. Under the guidance of Master Zhang, the energy was wrapped up.
, refining silently.
The patient's complexion began to improve.
About five minutes later, Mr. Zhang stopped, pulled out all the silver needles, and slapped the patient on the forehead. The patient suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Zheng Shaoming beside him blankly, and said: "Ming'er, what are you doing?
Here? Where is this?"
"Grandpa, you are finally okay!" Zheng Shaoming was so excited that he held his grandfather in his arms.
"This, this is impossible." The doctors murmured as they looked at the scene in front of them. They couldn't believe their eyes. They couldn't even find out the cause of the disease. The young man just pressed and patted a few times.
Chapter completed!