Usually late at night is the quietest and most idle time in the whole hospital.
But today, it is extremely different.
Dean, vice president, department director, attending physician...
Almost everyone who could get a seat in the queue gathered together and stood in the hospital lobby.
Behind them, there is a medical team of hundreds of people.
The dean pushed up his glasses and said in a solemn tone: "Are all the instruments operating normally?"
The vice president in charge of daily work immediately nodded: "Everything has been checked and can be used at any time."
"Okay," the dean nodded slowly, "that's all we can do."
A few minutes later, several black Alfas drove directly to the entrance of the hall.
Cui Bingchang led the way, surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards.
The one in the middle is Lin Fan!
Cui Bingchang came to the dean and asked, "How are the preparations going?"
"Everything is in order."
Cui Bingchang nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at Lin Fan: "Mr. Lin, if you need anything, just ask!"
Seeing this young man, the dean felt mixed emotions for a moment.
Half an hour ago, no one paid any attention to this young man.
In the eyes of most people, he is a liar who talks nonsense.
But now, a rich man worth billions is leading the way for him!
A hospital with hundreds of people operating at full capacity is at his disposal!
Lin Fan touched his chin: "It's such a big battle, then give me that set of needles."
Everyone was eagerly awaiting Lin Fan's next instructions.
But after saying this, Lin Fan fell silent.
Cui Bingchang's eyes widened: "No more?"
"No more."
Cui Bingchang couldn't believe it. Lin Fan only needed a set of needles for a strange disease that left the entire hospital helpless.
Lin Fan smiled slightly: "What I want is not an ordinary silver needle, but a bone needle."
Bone spicules?
Upon hearing this word, all the doctors looked at each other.
Although they are Western medicine practitioners, they also have some knowledge of acupuncture.
Acupuncture used in large hospitals now uses sterile metal needles.
Even more skilled Chinese medicine masters will use meteorite needles.
But this was the first time they had heard of this so-called bone needle.
At this moment, Xu, an old Chinese medicine practitioner in the crowd, stood up.
He raised his hand excitedly: "I have a trick in my hands."
While talking, Mr. Xu, an old Chinese medicine doctor, took out a small cloth bag from his arms.
Once opened, there was a row of fine needles inside, white with a hint of yellow.
Lin Fan nodded: "Yes, you can see such high-quality bone needles here, so I'll be bold enough to borrow them."
"Haha," Mr. Xu, an old Chinese medicine doctor, stroked his beard, "Even if you use it, I inherited this set of bone needles from my master decades ago. Unfortunately, I have little knowledge and have buried this treasure."
Made of bone, the needle is as warm and moist as jade, does not damage the skin texture, and fits the meridians.
But similarly, for those who perform acupuncture, they need more keen perception and more delicate techniques.
Lin Fan put away the bone needle and walked towards the ward calmly.
All the doctors, you looked at me, I looked at you, and they all followed suit.
Through the glass, you can see Cui Eun-sung on the hospital bed, convulsing to the point of foaming at the mouth.
Cui Bingchang asked distressedly: "Mr. Lin, can my son be saved?"
"Don't worry, now that I'm here, I'm fully confident."
Lin Fan bowed slightly to the old Chinese medicine doctor Xu: "Please come with me and do me a favor."
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Old Chinese medicine doctor Xu was very happy. If Lin Fan didn't ask, he even wanted to take the initiative to go in and do something.
It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the Eight Needles of the Spirit Turtle with your own eyes!
Two old Chinese doctors followed Lin Fan into the ward.
Others were outside, stretching their heads to see what was going on.
Arriving in front of Cui Encheng, Lin Fan untied his hospital gown.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Lin Fan took out eight bone needles and clamped them tightly with his hands like turtle shells.
puff!
Eight needles were inserted simultaneously, but there was only one sound.
Seeing this superb operation, the two old Chinese medicine doctors were so shocked that they couldn't even close their mouths.
What does this mean? It means that the eight bone needles are all exactly the same in terms of the angle, time and intensity of their penetration!
Two old Chinese medicine doctors who were over 60 years old saw four big words in each other's eyes.
Ashamed!
Lin Fan's hands seemed to be playing a piano, constantly playing with the eight bone needles.
Following his strange rhythm, the eight bone needles seemed to resonate.
At the end, it actually made a sound, like the roar of an old turtle!
Lin Fan, on the other hand, slowly retracted his hand and pulled out the bone needle.
"This...is it over?"
Lin Fan shrugged: "Otherwise."
Only then did they discover the changes in Cui Encheng.
Cui Eun Sung was pale and twitching just now.
Now he has regained his composure and his breathing has stabilized.
"Then we are..."
Lin Fan chuckled: "A lion can roll a hydrangea, can you two do it?"
The two old Chinese medicine doctors were stunned for a moment, then nodded at the same time: "Yes."
This lion rolling a hydrangea ball is certainly not an ordinary performance, but a type of massage technique.
Lin Fan nodded: "That's good, please help him roll thirty-six times forward and backward."
"Then what?"
Lin Fan said matter-of-factly: "Then he woke up."
Even though they had seen how powerful Lin Fan was, the two old Chinese medicine doctors were still dubious about these words.
Lin Fan didn't care what they thought, he turned around and left.
As soon as I opened the door, I faced the same question as before.
"it's over?"
You know, it only took Lin Fan less than ten minutes from the time he entered to the time he came out.
No powerful imported medicines were used, and no advanced equipment was prescribed.
You only went in with a set of bone needles, and now you dare to come out and say you're cured?
Lin Fan waved his hand: "Go in and take a look, your son will wake up soon."
"Really?" Cui Bingchang couldn't believe it.
Lin Fan shrugged: "If you come in later for the meeting, the first thing he sees will not be you."
Hearing this, Cui Bingchang could no longer hold himself back.
"This...this is my business card, Divine Doctor Lin. If you need anything, please call me at any time!"
Cui Bingchang hurriedly handed Lin Fan a business card and quickly walked into the ward.
The dean, deputy dean and others also followed Cui Bingchang closely.
Lin Fan stuffed his business card away and walked out of the hospital in a swaggering manner.
At this time, two old Chinese medicine doctors were working hard to hold it.
While massaging, they were counting: "Twenty-five...twenty-six..."
Looking at his still unconscious son, there were two Chinese doctors acting strangely.
Cui Bingchang said doubtfully: "What are you..."
"Mr. Lin said that after the thirty-sixth massage, the patient will naturally wake up."
Thirty-six times?
Wake up naturally?
Cui Bingchang frowned, isn't this a bit too mysterious?
Such treatment methods are unheard of in Western medicine.
The dean took a step forward: "Mr. Cui, do you want to stop that young man first, in case..."
I have seen with my own eyes the magic of Lin Fan, and he is such a young Chinese medicine genius.
Xu, an old Chinese medicine practitioner from the same camp, was naturally unhappy.
He looked displeased: "Are you doubting Doctor Lin?"
Being contradicted by Lao Xu, the dean also felt unhappy: "Lao Xu, I think you are a little confused. We have been practicing medicine for decades. When have we ever seen such a treatment?"
"Who dares to pat his chest and guarantee that at which moment the patient will be saved?"
Not to be outdone, old Chinese medicine doctor Xu said: "Huh, just because you and I can't do it, it doesn't mean that Dr. Lin can't!"
"Mr. Cui," the dean said firmly, "I think there is something wrong with that young man. It's better to control him first!"
At this moment, another old Chinese medicine doctor who was silent suddenly spoke.
"Thirty-four...thirty-five..."
There was only one last lap left before the thirty-six laps that Lin Fan said.