I haven't seen him for a few days, but I saw that his face was pale, his description was dry, his eyes were sunken, and his vitality was weak. Fortunately, he was stable.

Yun Feifan first fed him the Hunyuan Zhengyang Soul-Reviving Pill to strengthen his foundation and cultivate his vitality.

Then all the red light from the palm of his hand penetrated into Mr. Su's body, helping him to absorb and refine the elixir.

The paleness on Mr. Su's face gradually faded, and his eyelashes began to tremble slightly, as if sensing movement from the outside world.

"Wow..."

There was a slight, incomprehensible sound of admiration in the ward.

Professor Du Xinwu raised his hand to hold his glasses, staring at Yun Feifan's every move without blinking, and engraved it in his heart.

He didn't dare to miss even the smallest movement.

He is not trying to steal his teachings, he is observing them with awe and respect.

After completing the preparation, Yun Feifan began to apply acupuncture.

Mr. Du quickly took off his glasses, wiped them carefully, and put them on again.

He felt his heartbeat speeding up, as if he had returned to his student days, sitting in class for the first time, waiting for the teacher to lecture. Dr. Hu and the others were afraid to express their anger.

They are surgeons and may not understand the secrets of acupuncture, but they do not want to miss the moment to witness the miracle.

The little nurse was so nervous that she clenched her pink fists and stared at the waves on the vital meter with her wonderful eyes.

In the ward, it was so quiet that only the sounds of various instruments were left.

The first injection is given to Su Lao Baihui point...

The second shot, Mingmen point...

The third needle, Sanyinjiao point...

………

As the needles were inserted into Mr. Su's acupuncture points one by one, the silver needles gradually formed a pattern vaguely similar to a sunflower.

Under the suppression of Jiuzhen Suoyang, Mr. Su finally no longer had a shadow floating on his body, his soul was as obedient as a kitten, and the green ripples on the life meter began to become active.

"Nine True Suoyang Needles!"

Professor Du Xinwu is the only knowledgeable doctor in the ward besides Yun Feifan.

He quickly took off his glasses, wiped them vigorously, rubbed his eyes before putting them back on, and looked closely at the pattern on Mr. Su's body, his eyeballs were bulging.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see a cyclone slowly appearing above the pattern as it gradually took shape.

The cyclone continuously rotates and generates suction, which continuously absorbs the surrounding spiritual energy. The spiritual energy then condenses into spiritual currents, forming a funnel shape, and flows into the Dantian through Mr. Su's Shenque point.

Although Mr. Su Qin is not a cultivator, spiritual energy is extremely important for cultivating vitality.

For example, if vitality is a rice seedling, then spiritual energy is the nitrogen fertilizer that promotes the seedling to take root and sprout.

This metaphor may seem absurd, but if you think about it carefully, it's just what it is.

Under the cultivation of spiritual energy, his vitality gradually grew.

Unfortunately, the old man was old and frail, seriously injured, and his vitality was already severely damaged. Moreover, Po was stubborn and forcibly removed the Seven-Star Resurrection Needle from his body, which worsened his condition and reduced his vitality to nine out of ten.

Yun Feifan is not so much curing a disease as asking for his life from the King of Hell. Although the Jiuzhen Suoyang Needle is overbearing, it still cannot wake him up at once.

He still needs another injection and another pill of Hunyuan Zhengyang Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

Yunfeifan is scheduled for 7 days later.

"Boom"

Mr. Du suddenly touched the ground with his hands lacquered, with a pious look on his face, raised his hands, bowed deeply, and shouted softly in a suppressed voice:

"The divine needle shows the saint, and we are blessed."

"Miracle Doctor Yun, please pay me your respects!"

Yun Feifan had just finished his work and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was unexpectedly startled by the sudden paint cover.

"Mr. Du, what do you want to do?"

He quickly stretched out his hand to help him up. But the old man was stubborn and couldn't pull him up at all. Yun Feifan had black lines all over his forehead. He was afraid of losing his life, but he didn't dare to pull away and leave him kneeling alone.

"Mr. Du, actually I also want to teach you the Nine True Suoyang, but its requirements are very special..."

He chose his words as carefully as possible to prevent Professor Du from being hit too hard.

Professor Du Xinwu nodded.

He is also a doctor, and he is good at acupuncture, so he naturally understands the truth and knows that what Yun Feifan said is true.

But it's one thing to understand the truth, and it's another thing to miss the ancient magic needle.

He felt inexplicably lost, even a little bit sad.

"Alas..." He sighed deeply.

"Actually, being lucky enough to see the magic needle is enough for my life!" He forced a smile.

"Do you really mean what Mr. Du said?" Yun Feifan smiled hurriedly.

When Professor Du heard this, his whole body was agitated, and he thought, could things possibly turn around?

"Miracle doctor, what do you say?" He was impatient.

"How about asking you, old man, to get up and talk?"

Yun Feifan did not answer directly. As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Du Xinwu stood up with a quick movement like an aunt trying to grab a seat on a bus.

Yun Feifan was stunned. If it weren't for his white hair, he wouldn't have believed that he was already seventy years old.

"Miracle doctor..."

Du Lao looked at Yun Feifan for a long time, like a little kid who wanted to eat sweets.

Yun Feifan caressed his forehead.

He understood Professor Du's mood and what he wanted.

He is not someone who likes to hide his secrets, otherwise he would not readily teach Sun Bubai the Seven Star Soul Chasing Needle.

"Mr. Du, you can call me Xiaoyun, or Xiaofan, or Yun Feifan."

"I really can't teach you the Nine True Suoyang, but I can teach you the Three Talents Suoyang..."

"My mentor..."

Before Yun Feifan finished speaking, Du Xinwu wanted to kneel down and thank him again. Fortunately, Yun Feifan was already prepared. He lifted his palm up and a stream of air came from bottom to top, actually supporting his knee and preventing it from falling to the ground.

He struggled unwillingly.

Yun Feifan smiled bitterly, compared to Sun Bubai, this old man was too pedantic.

"Mr. Du, you are taking away my life."

Du Xinwu laughed awkwardly, but still insisted on his opinion, "Miracle doctor, this gift cannot be abolished!"

Yun Feifan had another headache.

To be called a mentor by an old man who is old enough to be his grandfather, he would not dare to live or die. "Mr. Du, if you are still so insistent, then I can only withdraw my sincerity."

He had no choice but to use his trump card.

"..."

Professor Du Xinwu's lips wriggled and the color on his face changed.

"Mr. Du, please stop being stubborn, your tricks don't apply to Brother Yun." Su Qi advised.

"Yes, Mr. Du, you will make it difficult for everyone." Sophie also helped. She was determined to put Yun Feifan into her bowl.

If Mr. Du insists on being worthy of Master Yun Feifan, then... won't she be Mr. Du's master wife in the future?

This... even if he dared to shout, he wouldn't dare to respond!

Therefore, she must nip all this in the bud. Anyway, no one here knows how to read minds, and no one knows her own advanced consciousness. Hey, if you are as smart as me, can Brother Xiaofan escape from the palm of this girl?

whee……

She enjoys herself.
Chapter completed!