From the height of Zhang Jin's eyebrows to the back of He Qingqian's neck, the distance is only a few meters, but it took the 'Huatuo Needle' more than two minutes to complete. From the point of the needle touching the skin of He Qingqian's back neck

At the beginning, the speed of Hua Tuo's needle slowed down again, from moving inch by inch before to moving forward minute by minute. After another 'long' few minutes, the three-inch needle tip was completely submerged under the skin!

After all the needle tips were submerged under He Qingqian's skin, Zhang Jin did not immediately let go and stand up straight. Instead, the hand holding the needle handle started fighting violently as if he was electrocuted. Zhang Jin's ordinary face also seemed to be electrocuted.

Torture, a little painful, a little twisted, and the sweat quickly condensed on every hair on the face and beard!

In just a few dozen seconds, when Zhang Jin tiredly let go of the needle handle of Huatuo's needle and retracted his hand, not only his forehead but also his nose were already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his always rosy face was also gone.

Turned as pale as a vampire.

Obviously, even with Zhang Jin's monster-like physique, and even if Zhang Jin is a doctor up to the 'Grand Master level', the final injection of the 'Huatuo Needle' will not be easy for Zhang Jin.

After a shot that almost exhausted all Zhang Jin's concentration, Zhang Jin swayed weakly and then sat down holding on to the back of the chair where Mother He had been sitting.

Zhang Jin ignored the fatigue that had disappeared from his body, his face was full of exhaustion, and he looked lovingly at He Qingqian, who was still lying on his stomach, as if he was sleeping, and he suppressed his excited emotions with great effort.

He asked calmly and with a painful tone:

"Qing Qian, why? You have obviously been sick for a long time, why didn't you tell me! With your intelligence, I don't believe you can't see my medical skills from the way I treat Lele. Why didn't you tell me?

, let me treat you!

Is it to keep a distance from me? Do you really want to keep a distance from me? Do you really not want to have anything to do with me?

Or do you want to punish me and make me feel heartbroken when I see you like you are now?"

The more Zhang Jin talked, the more excited he became. In the end, he couldn't even maintain his composure on the surface, and his eyes even started to sparkle, and he began to roar in a low voice.

Zhang Jin's excitement was not so much a question to He Qingqian as it was a self-blame for himself.

He Qingqian's illness is an old one. According to Zhang Jin's careful diagnosis, it has been known for at least several years. In other words, when He Qingqian returned to Shenzhen City and first met Zhang Jin, it was already

He has been ill for a long time and can even be said to be terminally ill.

However, although Zhang Jin has the skills of a master-level physician, after all, he did not acquire this heaven-like ability through his own study and hard work! This ability fell on him from the sky, from a car accident.

From that moment on, I had this ability inexplicably. It was a hanging garden without any foundation!

Therefore, as a fully experienced grand master who possesses the "Martial Arts Three Kingdoms" system and whose all physician skills have reached the tenth level, Zhang Jin is also the best among the master-level physicians in terms of diagnosis methods and treatment techniques.

However, in terms of subjective initiative, Zhang Jin is no better than a real master of traditional Chinese medicine. For a real traditional Chinese medicine doctor, it has become a habit to look at the breath and see the disease. The first reaction when seeing a person is the person's body.

How. But Zhang Jin, a great master of medical skills who became a monk halfway, is not like that.

If Zhang Jin had not actively used the four active skills of a doctor: "looking", "smelling", "asking", and "cutting", he would not have been able to see where the cause of a person's disease is.

Under the premise of actively using 'diagnostic techniques', Zhang Jin is no different from a novice in traditional Chinese medicine!

And since Zhang Jin saw He Qingqian again half a year ago, he has never dared to really look at this woman because of the awkwardness in his heart, the extravagant expectations that he thought he shouldn't have, and because of his subconscious avoidance of her.

Moreover, because He Qingqian is still young; because He Qingqian's disease is not obvious at all when he is not ill, and he is completely like a healthy person; because He Qingqian is always as calm as a fairy in front of Zhang Jin, and smiles like a chrysanthemum.

No matter her movements or expression, she didn't look sad like a seriously ill person! Therefore, Zhang Jin never thought that she, so young and young, could have such a weird serious illness.

Therefore, Zhang Jin never had the idea of ​​using diagnostic techniques to take a look!

Therefore, the result is that Zhang Jin did not know that He Qingqian was in critical condition until this moment. Only after being notified by Beigong Shuoyue, he hurriedly came. Moreover, He Qingqian was already seriously ill, even though Zhang Jin had already used the master-level miracle doctor.

With all the means, I don’t know if He Qingqian’s life can be saved!

Zhang Jin is a miracle doctor, possessing the highest 'grandmaster' level of medical skills among mortals. That's true! But Zhang Jin is not a god. It is impossible to cure all diseases in the world, and it is impossible to truly bring the dead back to life.

If Zhang Jin could know about He Qingqian's illness three months in advance, then Zhang Jin would be at least 70% sure of curing He Qingqian.

If Zhang Jin could know about He Qingqian's illness half a year in advance, then Zhang Jin can almost guarantee that He Qingqian will be as good as ever!

But now, the fire of He Qingqian's life has been like a candle in the wind. Even if Zhang Jin spares no expense and tries his best, the quality of He Qingqian's illness is only half and half!

Therefore, Zhang Jin can't help but hold his breath, can't help being upset, and can't help but blame himself!

Zhang Jin's questioning showed no dissatisfaction with He Qingqian, only deep affection. It was a heart-wrenching torture and reproach to himself.

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The waiting time for everyone outside the ward was not long, but for He's mother, seconds felt like years. If He Qingqian and Beigong Heyue hadn't been guarding outside the ward like door gods to prevent He's mother from intruding,

Mother He couldn't bear her thoughts and rushed into the ward.

Mother He regretted very much why she had been so obsessed with Zhang Jin just now and turned away obediently after Zhang Jin's instructions. She was very worried about her daughter. She, who had known Zhang Jin well, could not trust Zhang Jin's medical skills.

Although He's mother is not as good as He Durian, she has a deep prejudice against Zhang Jin, and she even likes this young man who almost became her son-in-law. However, Xiangdu Hospital, Beijing Hospital, and Shanghai Hospital,

Experts and doctors at Shenzhen City Hospital have said that her daughter is suffering from a terminal disease that cannot be cured by modern medicine. She does not believe that Zhang Jin can find a solution!

But at the same time, Mother He, who had been disappointed many times in many major hospitals, was hoping that Zhang Jin would have some unpredictable means that might be able to bring her daughter back to the world of heaven.

Just because she still had this contingency thought in her heart, Mother He still maintained the bottom line of rationality. After rushing to the door several times to no avail and being stopped by Beigong Heyue and Liu Xianxian, she did not lose her reason and cry.

The sky and the earth scrambled, shouting loudly.

…

…

It's a long story. In fact, when Zhang Jin opened the door of ward 609 and walked out with a pale tired face and red eyes, only twenty minutes had passed!

Zhang Jin's weakness, which seemed to have aged ten years instantly, made Beigong Shuoyue, a best friend, feel a little sore in her nose. Liu Xianxian, who already had some emotions towards Zhang Jin that she didn't even understand, had the softest part of her heart deeply touched.

The deep touch made Beigong Heyue, who had secretly fallen in love with Zhang Jin, feel so heartbroken that she wished she could take her own life.

In their eyes, Zhang Jin is always capable of anything. Even when he is trapped in a snowstorm and his safety is uncertain, Zhang Jin remains calm and calm. He has never been so decadent and exhausted before.

So, the heartbroken Beigong Heyue hurriedly stepped forward, looked at Zhang Jin deeply with concern, and then tentatively asked:

"Are you... okay? Well, how is Sister He?"

Mother He, who had originally planned to rush into the ward to see her daughter when Zhang Jin came out, stopped when she heard Beigong Heyue's words, staring at Zhang Jin's mouth with a pair of teary eyes with hopeful eyes.

"For the time being, she is fine! Don't worry, I will definitely save her!"

When Zhang Jin said these words, his tone was not as high-pitched as when the red soldier took the oath, but everyone could hear the sonorous flavor and Zhang Jin's strong determination!

Although in the past twenty minutes, Liu Xianxian and the Beigong siblings had instilled in them the idea that "Zhang Jin is a great miracle doctor", He's mother, who thought she knew Zhang Jin quite well, was still hesitant and unconvinced. However,

When Zhang Jin said it, a spark of hope ignited in her heart.

Because Mother He is 'willing' to believe in the determination in Zhang Jin's words, and because Mother He, who does not want to lose her daughter, is 'willing' to believe all the words that say 'the daughter will be fine', even if she knows it is a lie, she is willing to persuade herself

'Deceive yourself and others' to believe it!

Mother He really couldn't bear the blow of losing her daughter! She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she lost her daughter!

When everyone returned to the ward again, when Mother He looked at her daughter lying prone on the bed, covered in needles, she was still heartbroken and couldn't help covering her mouth and sobbing secretly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jin took Mother He's hand and comforted her:

"Aunt Wen, don't worry, Qingqian will be fine!"

Zhang Jin's words were meant to comfort Mother He, but why weren't they meant to strengthen his own mind?

When Liu Xianxian and Bei Gong Heyue used their female identities to finally comfort Mother He and barely stopped sobbing, Bei Gong Shuoyue handed Zhang Jin an iron-covered notebook:

"Lao Jin, do you want to take a look? This is the medical record I got from the attending physician when you were treating Qing Qian just now! The medical orders and inspection records from XX Hospital in Beijing and XX Hospital in Shanghai are all in it

.”

Zhang Jin's eyes were still on He Qingqian, and he refused to leave for a moment. He shook his head gently and said:

"No need! These quacks are of no use to me. I only believe in my eyes and my judgment!"
Chapter completed!