Wang Dachun said, taking out a flat cloth bag from his waist.

The cloth bag was opened, and inside were silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses.

Director Luo looked at Wang Dachun with disdain, "Are you still thinking about giving acupuncture to patients? It's just nonsense. Is it useful to give acupuncture when the person is already dead?"

"That's right, the dead are the most important. You are simply being disrespectful to the dead."

"Mr. Tang, where did you find this charlatan? This is too unreliable!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine, how old are you, and you're still trying to bluff people with this stuff!"

Several doctors ridiculed Wang Dachun in every possible way.

Tang Wenming glared at the doctors, "Shut up, all of you! How can Brother Dachun be comparable to you quack doctors?"

Qiu Yiren frowned slightly, "Wen Wenming, can he really do it? If not, don't disturb your father's sleep."

"Aunt Qiu, don't worry. Brother Dachun is an expert. If he says he can do it, he can do it, so let him try." Tang Wenming had no doubts about Wang Dachun's ability.

While he was talking, Wang Dachun had already inserted seven or eight silver needles into Tang Zongze's head.

The silver needle Wang Dachun used today is different from other silver needles. It is much thicker than ordinary silver needles, and it has a vacuum tube inside. This kind of silver needle is called a hollow needle, and he asked Bai Xue to make it specially for him.

This kind of needle has a special role in traditional Chinese medicine, but no one uses it anymore because the hollow needle easily allows air to enter, which is dangerous.

As soon as the needles were pricked, blood immediately emerged from the ends of the needles, causing Tang Wenming's complexion to change. "This... why is there so much blood!" He had never seen bleeding from silver needles, and he suddenly felt a little worried.

No bottom.

Director Luo's expression also changed, "Boy, what are you doing? Stop it! You will get killed if you do this, okay?"

Wang Dachun curled his lips and said angrily: "Didn't you say that people are dead? How can you talk about human life?"

"..."

Then he explained to Tang Wenming: "Don't worry, the old man has a brain hemorrhage. I will drain the blood out to avoid having to use a knife."

Tang Wenming suddenly realized, "That's it! This trick is really high!" No matter what kind of surgery is done, it will cause harm to the patient's body. It would be great if there was no need for surgery.

Director Luo snorted, "Even if you can drain the blood, what's the use? The patient's heart has stopped beating now!"

Tang Wenming's heart tightened again. Yes, in medicine, when the heart stops beating, it means that a person has died.

Wang Dachun smiled faintly and said, "If your heart stops beating, just let it start beating again!"

Everyone staggered at their feet. That's too easy to say. Do you think it's a switch that just presses it?

As Wang Dachun spoke, he pressed one hand on Tang Zongze's heart, and a stream of true energy entered Tang Zongze's heart along his palm. He was now trying to stimulate his heart to restart pacing.

He could feel that Tang Zongze's heart had not completely stopped beating, and there was still a faint beat. However, this beating was very weak, so weak that the instrument could not detect it.

This is also his confidence. If the other party's heart has really stopped beating, it will be difficult for him to do it.

Director Luo sneered, "Boy, pretend, keep pretending, I'll see where you put your face in a while."

As soon as Director Luo finished speaking, the ECG monitor responded. It was originally a straight line, but soon the straight line began to fluctuate.

"The patient has a heartbeat again! Director Luo, the patient has a heartbeat again!" someone cheered.

Director Luo's face turned red, "I have eyes myself!" Just now he was saying that Wang Dachun had no place to put his face, but in the blink of an eye he was slapped in the face. What a mess!

Tang Wenming, who is in his fifties, almost jumped up with excitement, "My dad is saved! Aunt Qiu, my dad is saved!"

Qiu Yiren was also very excited and kept wiping her tears.

At first, Tang Zongze's heart beat very weakly, from a few beats per minute, to more than a dozen, and finally slowly returned to more than fifty beats. His face, which was originally as pale as a dead man, gradually returned to rosy.

"This... is alive! Really alive!"

"Yeah, it's incredible!"

"How did you do it?"

The attitudes of the doctors who had been sarcastic towards Wang Dachun in the past had a 180-degree turn, and their eyes looked like those of an idol!

Wang Dachun showed a pretentious smile, "Haha, I did it with the Chinese medicine you look down on."

Everyone blushed and laughed awkwardly. They had mixed emotions. When did Chinese medicine become so powerful? This is unscientific!

Wang Dachun pulled out all the silver needles on Tang Zongze's head and said to Director Luo: "Almost all the blood in the patient's brain has been drained out. Just give him some anti-inflammatory and blood-stasis medicine."

"Okay! I'll do it right away."

Tang Wenming grabbed Wang Dachun's hand and said gratefully: "Brother Dachun, you helped me again. I don't know how to thank you! When will my father... wake up?"

"Don't worry, it will take some time, but it should be soon. You should be able to wake up before tonight."

Tang Wenming was overjoyed, "Oh, that's good!"

Qiu Yiren came over and saluted Wang Dachun, "Little brother, I want to thank you on behalf of my master!"

"You're welcome, Mr. Tang and I are friends. This is what I should do." Wang Dachun could see that this Qiu Yiren was upright, with delicate features and mellow lips. She was a person of good conduct. Judging from her appearance, she was better than Zhou Daorong.

I don't know how much stronger it is.

"You guys chat while I go out for a walk." Seeing that the two of them seemed to have something to talk, Wang Dachun quickly made an excuse and walked out. Seeing that the two young nurses at the nurse station looked pretty good, he started chatting with them.

"Two beauties, I see that both of you are darkened, and I'm afraid there will be a disaster recently. Why don't I show you your palmistry, and don't give me any money!"

"Really? Do you really know how to read palms?" The two women rolled their eyes at Wang Dachun and said disapprovingly.

Wang Dachun grinned, "Not only can I read palms, but I can also tell fortunes. Do you believe I can figure out the color of your underwear?"

The two young nurses blushed, but their interest was immediately aroused by Wang Dachun, "Bah! If you can figure out the color, we will let you read palms."

Wang Dachun took a serious look at the two women, and then smiled and said: "I just counted with my fingers. The young lady on the left is wearing pink lace underwear, while the young lady on the right is wearing a black lace bra."
Chapter completed!