Hua Baoyue narrowed her eyes and smiled sheepishly: "That's pretty much it! Okay, I'll let you see what a real miracle doctor is?!"
He used his hands together to count his fingers on Grandpa Qi's body like lightning.
He reached out and touched his sleeve, and he pulled out dozens of silver needles that shone with cold light.
His hands rose and fell like flying, and dozens of silver needles penetrated dozens of acupuncture points on Grandpa's body in the blink of an eye...
His fingers are nimble and he does not hesitate to place the needle.[
The movements were so fast that even Yi Lingxi's eyesight was dazzled.
Not to mention everyone else.
Song Yunluo sneered slightly at the corner of his lips. He couldn't save him with Western medicine, but this silver-haired man actually used Chinese medicine...
Traditional Chinese medicine is originally something that deceives people and has no practical use at all...
It turns out he is really a Mongolian doctor!
Song Yunluo's father died at the hands of traditional Chinese medicine, so he has always hated traditional Chinese medicine.
At this time, I saw that Hua Baoyue's needle technique was similar to acupuncture, and I couldn't help but sneer.
Standing aside with arms folded, waiting to see Hua Baoyue's joke.
After Hua Baoyue finished the injection, her palms were still busy.
Kneading the old man here and rubbing there.
His techniques are brisk and his acupoints are extremely accurate, making people dazzled...
Grandpa Qi, who had been motionless, suddenly moved his fingers slightly.
"Alive! Alive! He moved!"
Some sharp-eyed people screamed.
Song Yunluo's expression changed slightly and he looked at Mr. Qi in disbelief.
Sure enough, I saw that the almost stiff old man Qi moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes!
"It's amazing! I'm really alive!"
"Wow, I didn't expect this person to be more capable than Master Song. He really saved people..."