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"No, it's impossible. He will be fine. He will be fine." Shen Mengxue screamed immediately. She quickly squatted down, reached out and picked up Ding Hui, and screamed,

"Ding Hui, wake up, wake up!"

But Ding Hui made no movement at all.

Wang Lun, who was next to him, sighed and said, "Mr. Shen, I have diagnosed him just now. Mr. Ding's pupils are dilated, there is no pulse, and there is no heartbeat. He is gone. My condolences."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Mengxue's sharp voice, "He's not dead, he's not dead, he will definitely wake up."

But before she finished speaking, she couldn't help crying.

As a member of the Medicine Saint Hall, how could she not see Ding Hui's situation?

At this moment, Chen Yang walked into the room.

Shen Mengxue stood up, went over and hugged Chen Yang, crying loudly, "Yangzi, he died to save me. I hurt him, I hurt him, wuwu"

By the time I finished speaking, I was already crying and out of breath.

But Chen Yang patted her shoulder and said calmly, "Don't worry, Mengxue, he's not dead. I will save him."

As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, the eyes of Wang Lun and all the doctors behind him almost popped out of his head.

Ding Hui's condition was not only examined by the doctors at Yaoshengtang, but also by him himself. Ding Hui had no respiratory pulse and his pupils had dilated. Is there still hope? Isn't this bragging?

He couldn't bear Chen Yang's embarrassment, so he kindly reminded him, "Brother Chen, we have checked, and Ding Hui indeed has no signs of life."

But Chen Yang spoke confidently, "Don't worry, he won't die as long as I'm here. Mr. Wang, bring me the silver needle."

"But he, he is really" Wang Lun looked at Chen Yang and wanted to persuade him, but Chen Yang yelled at him, "Hurry up, if you delay any longer, it will really be hopeless."

Wang Lun had no choice but to have someone bring the silver needle over and handed it to Chen Yang. He secretly cursed in his heart, "Chen Yang, I told you that the person is already dead, so why are you bothering with it? You are so good at it, how can you just do it?" Does it mean your medical skills are great?

What a matter that has nothing to do with wind, cows and horses!

I leave my words here. If you can really save someone today, I, Wang Lun, will worship you as my teacher from now on.

He was thinking wildly. At this time, Chen Yang had come to Ding Hui's side. He twisted the silver needle in his right hand and thrust it into Ding Hui's big hole like lightning. In just a few breaths, Chen Yang had already thrust out ninety-nine and eighty One stitch.

At this time, an old Chinese medicine doctor behind him suddenly screamed, "Eighty-one Yang-Hui Yang needles, this is the Eighty-one Yang-Hui Yang needles."

A young doctor next to him looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Dr. Huang, is this Yang 81 injection very powerful?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor excitedly shouted, "That's not very powerful, that's very powerful. Have you heard of the Nine Huiyang Needles? Once used, you can put half of your foot into the Palace of Hell and give it to patients." Pull it back, this time the eighty-one needles of Huiyang are a hundred times more powerful than the nine needles of Huiyang.

The eighty-one acupuncture method for recuperating Yang is said to have been created by the miracle doctor Bian Que, so it is also called Bian Que acupuncture. Ancient books record that Bian Que once used this acupuncture method to treat a pregnant woman who had been dead for a day and night. , he was directly rescued. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it shows how powerful the Huiyang 81 acupuncture technique is.

It's just that this kind of acupuncture method not only requires accurate acupoint identification, but also requires 81 silver needles to be inserted into the prescribed acupoints within a breathless time. This is too difficult and no one can master it. Therefore, after Bian Que, no one can master it.

No one used it. Everyone thought that this kind of acupuncture had been submerged in the long river of history. I didn’t expect to see Mr. Chen perform it today, and he was so skillful. I now believe Mr. Chen’s words. He might be really good at it.
Chapter completed!