Qian Sufen stared at Mr. Feng's every move with burning eyes. With her medical skills, she was even more amazed at Mr. Feng's acupuncture skills.
Although He Junmei on the side is not as clear as Qian Sufen, she can still understand some of the secrets.
"With such incredible skills, can Wang Feng really do it?"
Although He Junmei had absolute confidence in Wang Feng's medical skills, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when she saw this.
But at this time, He Junmei had no time or leisure to think about this.
Because as Feng Lao's needle fell, everyone present seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and the meridians of the model seemed to come to life like a swimming dragon.
Xuanmen Four Nine Traveling Dragon Needle is well-deserved!
Mr. Feng took a long breath. The Xuanmen Four-nine Dragon Needle was also very energy-consuming for him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.
"Mr. Wang, I have finished applying the Xuanmen Four Nine Wandering Dragon Needles, and the next step is up to you."
Mr. Feng smiled, but there was more of a sense of pride in this smile.
He had been using this acupuncture technique for many years, and even if Wang Feng had the ability, he would not be able to use it without seeing it again.
This is his self-confidence and his pride as the head of the National Medical Association!
At this time, Wang Feng was still immersed in Mr. Feng's acupuncture just now, and for a moment he forgot to reply to Mr. Feng's words.
"It seems that Wang Feng won't be able to pass this round."
"Yes, let alone seeing this kind of acupuncture technique once, even if Mr. Feng uses it a few more times, it will be difficult for us to get a glimpse of its secrets."
"There's no reason to blame Wang Feng. This round, he feels honored even though he lost."
Everyone couldn't help but started talking secretly, but no one noticed Wang Feng's fingertips moving slightly at this time.
Even Mr. Feng, who was closest to Wang Feng, didn't notice it. If he saw the movements of Wang Feng's fingertips, he would definitely be shocked, because Wang Feng was already using his finger to carry the needle, constantly simulating the Xuanmen Four Nine Tours in his mind.
Dragon needle!
Seeing that Wang Feng didn't respond for a long time, Mr. Feng was pleased with himself. He was definitely not in a hurry at this time. If he urged Wang Feng, he would be at a disadvantage. And every second that Wang Feng delayed would achieve his goal by one more point.
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As time passed, no one in the room made a sound of urging, because they all knew clearly and understood what the Xuanmen Four Nine Wandering Dragon Needles represented. How could such acupuncture be so simple that it could be reproduced after just one look?
After about ten minutes, Wang Feng's fingers stopped moving and he took a deep breath, "Mr. Feng, please prepare an injection for me."
After speaking a few simple words, everyone present couldn't help but look at Wang Feng.
Does he really want to try? If the acupuncture fails, wouldn't everything fall into the trap of Mr. Feng and the Chinese Medical Alliance?
Seeing this, Zhao Dongqing shook his head slightly, Wang Feng was still too young.
"Prepare an injection for Mr. Wang, and bring a model." Mr. Feng was also unambiguous and stepped aside, leaving the stage to Wang Feng.
Mr. Feng was very impeccable in his work. The needle he prepared for Wang Feng was also the Ten Thousand Leaves Ice Needle. Otherwise, Wang Feng would not be able to use the Xuanmen Four-Nine Traveling Dragon Needle, and there would be no need for him to lose his temper because of it.
Wang Feng took the Wanye Ice Needle and felt a chill enter his body, which further confirmed his previous suspicion.
If you rely on this injection and combine it with the prescription given by Mr. Feng before, you will definitely have a high chance of curing your heat poison!
Wang Feng did not forget to take a closer look at the forging of the Wanye Ice Needle. Wang Feng already knew the technique well, and after the assessment was over, he could forge it himself.
"Mr. Feng, you are showing your shame."
Wang Feng said something very polite, and then he didn't waste any time. He followed Mr. Feng's previous actions and picked up three silver needles and put them in his hand.
Although there are many variations of the Xuanmen Four Nine Dragon Needles, Wang Feng only needs to remember the one shown by Mr. Feng just now.
Then, Wang Feng waved his right hand and drew an arc on the model's shoulder.
Then he moved his thumb and pressed down one of the silver needles.
Just follow the example! When everyone present saw this scene, they couldn't help but have such thoughts in their hearts.
Some people shook their heads, feeling that Wang Feng's move only had its form, not its spirit.
When Mr. Feng saw this scene, he felt that although Wang Feng's injection was similar to his, it was different. He couldn't tell what the difference was.
The second and third stitches are still the same as before, but unlike Feng Lao's third stitch before, there is no obvious change in the left shoulder of the model at this time.
The flow of meridians has not slowed down.
"It seems that Wang Feng failed this round."
Everyone present could not help but have this idea in their minds.
When Mr. Feng saw this, he also smiled knowingly. It seemed that he had been mistaken by Wang Feng's stunning performance before, but Wang Feng's acupuncture just now was different. The difference was that Wang Feng did not understand the Xuanmen Four Nine Traveling Dragon Needle!
Wang Feng was immersed in acupuncture at this time, and he turned a deaf ear to all the expressions of everyone present.
With three more silver needles in hand, using the same technique and the same method, he inserted three more silver needles into the right shoulder of the model.
The right shoulder of the model remains unchanged.
"Master, did Wang Feng really fail this time?" He Junmei was a little unbelievable. After all, she had been in contact with Wang Feng for so long, and Wang Feng had given her too many shocks. In her subconscious, she seemed to have gotten used to it.
Wang Feng's success is not like failure.
Without waiting for Qian Sufen to answer, He Junmei whispered to herself: "Now that I think about it, Wang Feng is only in his early twenties, so his achievements are already quite remarkable."
Wu Daqian was also in disbelief. After all, Qian Sufen had just said that Wang Feng had reached the level of a Chinese medicine fairy.
Qian Sufen, who was on the side, never looked away from the model where Wang Feng was applying acupuncture. In her eyes, there were only the six silver needles dropped by Wang Feng and the meridians of the model.
Unlike the dead silence at Qian Sufen's side, the faces of everyone at the National Medical Association were already radiant.
After all, in the previous assessment, they were slapped in the face quite hard by Wang Feng. Naturally, they were happy to see Wang Feng being frustrated at this time.
At this time, Mr. Feng's heart was relieved. The face of the head of the National Medical Association was finally saved by him!
Just when everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, Wang Feng moved, moving faster than before.
One needle, two needles, and the remaining forty or so needles were inserted into the acupuncture points one by one quickly.
"Has this kid given up? The competition now is not about speed. Such quick acupuncture is just in vain."
In less than three minutes, Wang Feng had only one needle left to penetrate into the acupuncture point.
Just when everyone was holding their breath and waiting for Wang Feng's final stitch to fall, Wang Feng slowed down his movements.
This last injection took more time and longer than the previous injections.
This needle seemed to slow down time, and finally, the needle finally fell.
And when the needle fell, everyone present opened their eyes wide and showed expressions of disbelief.
