After saying that, Ye Mo looked through the glass toward the ward.

Song Qingsong took out a small black box from his sleeve and opened it. There were twelve slender silver needles inside, shining brightly.

He calmly concentrated, took out the thinnest one, and slowly inserted it into the Quchi point on Huang Yue'er's arm.

Then, several more acupoints were followed, and needles were inserted continuously.

Ye Mo looked at it quietly with a thoughtful look on his face. Halfway through, he looked away and shook his head slightly.

This Song Qingsong can be regarded as the number one miracle doctor in Shanghai, and his medical skills are indeed outstanding, but the acupuncture method is too inferior, which is different from Qihuang Thirteen Acupuncture and Yunni.

Ye Mo couldn't learn anything from him.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Qingsong put back the silver needle, closed the small box, and walked out of the ward.

"I have completed the acupuncture. From now on, I will come to perform acupuncture every half month. After half a year, the patient will be fully recovered."

Song Qingsong spoke calmly, a trace of unnoticeable fatigue flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Heartbeat, blood pressure, pulse...the patient's vital signs have returned to normal!"

In the ward, the doctor stared at the instruments and exclaimed loudly.

"Miracle doctor! You are truly a miracle doctor! I... don't even know how to thank you!"

Huang Youtao's eyes filled with excitement, his words were incoherent, and he almost fell to the ground in obeisance.

"The painting "Spring River, Flowers and Moon" is enough."

Song Qingsong waved his hand.

"Ye Mo, can you see, this is a miracle doctor!" Xie He sneered and stared at Ye Mo:

"Shenyi Doctor Song came in, and in just half an hour, my daughter returned to normal! Thank you for not asking you to treat my daughter, otherwise, my daughter would definitely have died!"

"Huangmao kid, did you gain anything from observing my acupuncture technique?" Doctor Song put his hands behind his back and looked at Ye Mo.

"You are wrong, and you are completely wrong." Ye Mo said.

"wrong?"

As soon as this was said, everyone present was shocked.

"Ye Mo, be careful, how could Miracle Doctor Song make a mistake!"

Huang Youtao frowned, a little dissatisfied.

"Ye Mo, what's wrong with you? You're making arrogant remarks, and you dare to say that Divine Doctor Song was wrong!" Xie He was surprised.

"Yellow-haired boy, I don't know how high the sky is, but you actually said that I was wrong?"

Song Qingsong's face darkened: "Tell me, what went wrong?"

"Everything is wrong."

Ye Mo's expression did not change.

"Hahaha, you are so arrogant! You are arrogant! You don't know how high the world is!"

Song Qingsong was so angry that he laughed instead.

Looking at Haicheng, who is not respectful to him?

Even when Haicheng saw him, he would call him "Song Lao!"

But now, a young boy dares to say that he is wrong.

This is something Song Qingsong has never encountered before.

"Boy, I have been studying Chinese medicine for decades, and my medical skills are amazing."

"The Qingsong Medical Clinic under my name has treated more than 100,000 patients!"

Song Qingsong glared at Ye Mo:

"I started practicing medicine when I was seven years old. Now I am eighty-six years old. I have treated tens of thousands of patients!"

"Thirty years ago, there was a plague in Haicheng. I developed a secret medicine and went to the affected area in person to cure the disease and save people and eliminate the plague."

"Fifteen years ago, there was a poor family. Thirteen members of the family were sick. I didn't ask for any money to treat them."

"I have saved countless lives and made outstanding contributions to the traditional Chinese medicine community in Haicheng. But now, you, a young kid, dare to say that I am wrong!"

The more he spoke, the louder Song Qingsong's voice became, and his whole body was burning with anger.

"Ye Mo, apologize to Divine Doctor Song!"

Huang Youtao spoke in a deep voice. He knew that Song Qingsong was really angry.

"Boy, Divine Doctor Song is my daughter's savior. If you make him angry, you are looking for death!" Xie He threatened.

"No matter how much contribution you have made, you are indeed wrong now."

Ye Mo's expression was indifferent: "The acupuncture method you just performed, on the surface, restored the patient's vital signs to a stable state, but in fact, it stimulated the patient's remaining vitality. This... just allowed the patient to regain his health and speed up the patient's recovery.

Time of death.”

"Boy, how dare you slander my Song family's ancestral rejuvenation needle!"

Song Qingsong was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were about to spit out fire:

"How can you talk nonsense about the mystery of rejuvenation needles?"

"You don't believe it? In less than ten minutes, I guarantee that the patient's vital signs will definitely change." Ye Mo said.

"That's nonsense..." Song Qingsong sneered.

"Oh no!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor exclaimed in the ward:

"The patient's blood pressure and pulse are rapidly decreasing and his life is in danger."

Didi didi!

Medical equipment alarms also sounded.

"How can this be!"

Hearing this, Song Qingsong's eyes widened and he stayed where he was.

"Yue'er! My Yue'er!"

Huang Youtao's face changed drastically and he rushed into the ward. He saw Huang Yue'er's whole face was as pale as paper, and her vitality was sluggish.

"Impossible, how could my rejuvenation needle go wrong!"

Song Qingsong shook his head crazily and couldn't believe it.

"Divine Doctor Song, please save my daughter quickly!"

Xie He clutched Song Qingsong's sleeve tightly, crying and wailing.

"Hopeless."

Song Qingsong felt Huang Yue'er's pulse, then shook his head and sighed:

"The patient's vitality disappeared so quickly that even if the Jade Emperor came, he would not be able to save her."

"ah!"

Huang Youtao and Xie He felt as if they had been struck by lightning, filled with despair.

"No hope? He is indeed a quack."

Ye Mo sneered.

"Huang Maoer, what do you mean? Is it possible that you can save the patient?"

Song Qingsong ridiculed.

"Let you see what medical skills are."

Ye Mo said no more, took out the silver needle and prepared to acupuncture Huang Yue'er.

"Boy, don't touch my daughter!" Xie He wanted to hold Ye Mo back.

"Let Mr. Ye save!"

Huang Youtao yelled, at this time, Ye Mo was the only hope.

"Huangmao boy, I want to see what medical skills you have and how to save the patient! If the patient dies here today, the responsibility will be yours alone!"

Song Qingsong stood aside and sneered, watching with nothing.

Ye Mo pinched the silver needle and inserted it directly into Huang Yue'er's Tanzhong point.

Then, a spiritual thread from the dantian was slowly injected into Huang Yue'er's body along the silver needle.

"The Tanzhong point is a person's fatal point and cannot be touched at will. This yellow-haired kid hits the Tanzhong point as soon as he touches it. Does he want the patient to die quickly?"

Song Qingsong was stunned for a moment when he saw where Ye Mo had inserted the needle, and there was sarcasm in his eyes.

But the next moment, his mouth opened wide in disbelief:

"How can it be……"

I saw that Huang Yue'er's face was slowly becoming rosy, and vitality was constantly appearing.

"This, this, this... what kind of acupuncture is this? It has such an effect!"

Song Qingsong stared at Ye Mo, trembling with shock.

Poof!

Poof!

Two more needles, and half of the spiritual thread was also incorporated.

After doing all this, Ye Mo had big drops of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was a little heavy.

"alright."

He let out a long breath.

"Is this good?"

Huang Youtao and Xie He were both stunned. This was too fast.

"Boy, you are just pretending to be a ghost. If anything happens to your daughter, I will have you thrown into the river to feed the fishes!" Xie He threatened.

"dad……"

Suddenly, there was a whisper.


Chapter completed!