Qin Guangrong covered his mouth tightly with his hands while his mind was flying, thinking and speculating at high speed about Su Yang's purpose of doing this.

"He hit the kitchen knife with the hammer hard to produce electric light. Do you want to learn the laser knife or energy rays such as the knife to remove the swelling in Zhou Bingcheng's brain?

But how is this possible? It's just a little energy generated by the collision of two metals, so how can it have that ability?

But the dirty blood that flows out proves that his treatment method is safer and more effective than modern medical technology treatment methods.

What is most incomprehensible is that when two pieces of metal collide together, a cluster of sparks should bloom. Why is it an arc, like thin lines, looming.

What exactly is this method and why it always doesn't match modern medical philosophy."

"And, he was always closed with his eyes, so how could he lead the arc to Zhou Bingcheng's brain so accurately?

Has he already practiced the perspective function, or the inner vision of the sky eye?

I guess so, with his strong strength, he should have already mastered the inner eye of the sky."

Thinking of this, Qin Guangrong's face was even more filled with awe and admiration for Su Yang.

He is an old expert in the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular department and is very clear about the complexity and fragility of brain tissue. Even the top brain surgeon expert is walking on thin ice and careful.

But Su Yang's entire mental state was relaxed and calm, and he did not care about damaging other brain cells and tissues.

This treatment method is unheard of. If you shoot a video or write a paper, it will probably cause a sensation in the entire medical community.

"Well, it's finally done."

Su Yang threw the kitchen knife and hammer to the ground, then pulled out the large syringe that had already flowed from blood, threw it into the spittoon, and slightly disinfected the scalp wound with a cotton swab. Soon, the blood stopped.

Then, he sat down on the chair and rested.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was a little tired.

"Teacher Su, please drink water?"

Qin Guangrong immediately respectfully brought the water that had been prepared for Su Yang to drink.

"Thank you."

Su Yang drank Wen Baikai and ordered: "Old Qin, untie the rope on Mr. Zhou's body, let him rest for a while, then ask him to get up and go to the hospital for a review, mainly brain CT films, so that he will believe that I have really cured him."

"Okay. That, Teacher Su, you are too tired, please take a break."

Qin Guangrong wanted to ask some key details, but he couldn't bear to ask Su Yang so tired.

"I'm not tired, by the way, do you have anything to ask me?"

Su Yang could see the doubts on Qin Guangrong's face at a glance.

"Yes, Teacher Su, I have a lot to ask you, but seeing that you are too tired, I don't want to disturb you."

Qin Guangrong answered truthfully.

"It doesn't matter. As for this advanced treatment method, you don't understand it now, and you may understand it in the future. It's just one of my words, that is, with a gas-transforming needle or a gas-transforming knife, you can achieve such a difficult resection and melting surgery. In addition, it's not enough to have an inner eye alone. You must use your soul consciousness to operate it to achieve the most perfect resection effect."

Su Yang said lightly.

He could not teach Qin Guangrong this method of curing diseases, and even if he taught it, he could not learn it.

Just express this therapeutic concept so that Qin Guangrong can think about it himself.

"Soul consciousness?"

When Qin Guangrong heard this, he was shocked.

He is also a martial artist. Of course, he knows what soul consciousness means. It is a master-level person who can successfully practice soul consciousness, which means magical powers such as the out-of-body spirit.

It is a powerful martial arts practice besides physical training and Qi training, specializing in the realm of soul.

This thing depends on talent. A master with powerful power to cultivate soul consciousness, but cannot succeed.

There are also powerful people in the Dan Condensing Realm who successfully practice soul consciousness and can successfully kill masters who are one major level higher than that.

At this point, he could not see how strong Su Yang's cultivation level was, but being able to possess soul consciousness proved that he was not an ordinary person.

"By the way, what you see and hear today, you must not spread other people, nor do you take photos or record them. What kind of payment will be attended? This is my secret. If you dare to disclose it, I will give you a good end."

Su Yang said lightly.

"Please rest assured by Teacher Su, I will not let you down. Keep it in mind and keep this secret."

Qin Guangrong immediately made a statement.

He naturally knew that Su Yang did this because he was afraid of trouble, and even more afraid of arousing the covetousness of some people with ulterior motives.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the door, and Ye Zhichihan’s concerning greetings came, “Su Yang, how is it? Can I come in?”

"Old Qin will leave it to you here, I'll go and have a rest."

Su Yang said, then opened the door and walked inside under the shocked gaze of Ye Zhihan and others.

Zhang Xinghua looked at Su Yang's back deeply, then walked in first, and asked Qin Guangrong with concern, "Old Qin, what's wrong with Mr. Zhou, why is he still moving?"

"He fell asleep. Don't wake him up."

Qin Guangrong packed up the kitchen knife and hammer and said lightly.

"No, the operation was completed so quickly, it didn't look like a craniotomy. Mr. Zhou wouldn't have anything to do, lying like this and not moving."

Zhang Xinghua said suspiciously.

He wanted to say whether Zhou Bingcheng was dead, but he was afraid of being scolded.

Ye Zhihan also walked in, staring at Zhou Bingcheng who was motionless on the hospital bed, his heart sank, and rushed forward, stretched out his hand to breathe. Fortunately, he was breathing.

After exploring the pulse, it was fine, but there was a pulse movement.

Then, she saw the black blood of the spittoon on the ground, emitting a foul stench, and couldn't help but feel nauseous, and then looked at Qin Guangrong, "Old Qin, what's going on with this spittoon? Also, has Su Yang cured Mr. Zhou?"

"It's cured. Teacher Su is a miracle doctor. If he can't cure it, no one can cure it well. As for the things in the spittoon, is it something that Teacher Su pulled out of Mr. Zhou's head?"

Qin Guangrong explained.

"How is this possible? Isn't it said that Zhou always keeps his brain? It's still malignant. How did it turn into hydrocephalus?"

Zhang Xinghua asked in disbelief.

"I don't know how Teacher Su did this. He said he would wait for President Zhou to rest for a while before going to the Brain Hospital for a comprehensive brain CT examination to obtain the results to confirm that he had cured President Zhou's brain."

Qin Guangrong's way.

"Okay, just do what Su Yang said."

Ye Zhihan said.

"How is this possible? It's obviously because of the brain, but how can it turn into hydrocephalus? Did Mr. Su use magic tricks?"

Zhang Xinghua muttered in a low voice.

"You are just using magic tricks. Xiao Zhang, please be careful when speaking and don't have any disrespect to Teacher Su, otherwise I will cancel you as my assistant."

Qin Guangrong said angrily.

"Well, Mr. Qin, I'm just curious, don't take it to heart."

Zhang Xinghua quickly smiled and said with apologies.
Chapter completed!