Although the Demonic Fire Silver Needle used by Kong Nanxing still has some effects on the body, these effects are negligible. He only needs to rest for a few more days and take medicine and food to recover quickly.
The only flaw is that the sepsis was not completely cleared away at once. However, being able to achieve this effect in such a short period of time impressed almost everyone.
"Dr. An, it's your turn!" Kong Nanxing chuckled.
"Don't let me down!"
An Zaimin remained calm and composed as he walked towards the patient he selected.
"Lie down and take off your clothes!" An Zaimin said directly to the obese patient.
The corners of the patient's mouth were still twitching, as if he had been enduring pain, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face was pale. He looked at the doctor, who was several years younger than Kong Nanxing, with some doubts.
Just start treatment without asking anything?
Suddenly, he felt a little panicked, "Doctor, are you okay?"
"Otherwise, I'd better let Dr. Kong treat me."
Hearing this, Kong Nanxing smiled slightly. His reputation in the Xia Kingdom was not comparable to that of An Zaimin. He had just arrived in Shencheng, and there were countless patients begging him to treat them.
Moreover, he comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and he just helped an emergency patient instantly eliminate hidden dangers in public, which is very inspiring and appealing to other patients.
If they had a choice, patients like them would naturally prefer to choose Kong Nanxing for treatment, which would be safer and no one would make fun of their own bodies.
"Sir, you were chosen by Dr. An. This is your luck." Seeing this, Dong Fangji, as the organizer, couldn't help but stand up and say something.
"Dr. An is the grandson of Saint An Cheng, the great doctor of the country. He has superb medical skills, so don't worry."
Although this patient did not know who An Chengcheng was, a person who could be named a medical saint by the Bangzi Kingdom must be very powerful. In addition, these words were said by Dong Fangji.
Dong Fangji is the director of Shencheng Hospital. There are several people in Shencheng who don’t know him...
"Okay...I'll make him a white mouse once..." The fat man agreed, but his expression was still a little nervous.
"An... Doctor An... please be gentle..."
An Zaimin smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry!"
"Dr. Kong is not as good as me!"
Kong Nanxing, who was a little proud just now, almost became furious. An Zaimin actually said such words in public. He had Zhuyu in front of him, but An Zaimin didn't do anything.
Why is he so arrogant!
The doctors in the audience couldn't stand it anymore and looked at each other angrily.
"Who does he think he is? How dare he speak so brazenly!"
"Director Kong's acupuncture techniques are almost perfect. If his treatment doesn't have the same effect as Director Kong, I don't see how he will step down."
"That's right, go back to Bangzi Country and brag!"
An Zaimin turned a blind eye. When the patient took off his clothes, he was caught off guard and directly inserted a silver needle into his abdomen.
"Hey...I said..." The fat man felt that An Zaimin didn't have martial ethics. He had just told him to take off his clothes before lying down, but he had just taken off his shirt and hadn't lied down yet.
....
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, An Zaimin's eyes narrowed, he took out five silver needles, and pierced the patient's abdomen again like a plum blossom mark.
The speed and accuracy of the position are impressive.
"This is..." Among the members of the organizing committee, Qu Shisan was suddenly shocked!
"Lao Qu, what's wrong? Could it be that the acupuncture technique he performed was unusual?" A senior Chinese medicine doctor turned to ask.
In the Xia Guo Traditional Chinese Medical Association, no one has a higher level of acupuncture than Qu Shisan. Everyone looked at Qu Shisan. From the look on his face, everyone seemed to feel that something terrible was about to happen.
things.
Qu Shisan slowly closed his eyes, recalling the scene where An Zaimin had just received acupuncture, replaying it again and again in his mind. After a while, he finally slowly opened his eyes.
"It can't be wrong..." Qu Shisan said calmly.
"What he used was the Five Dragon Acupuncture Technique that has been lost to our Xia Kingdom!"
"His first stitch was the starting gesture of the Five Dragon Acupuncture technique, 'dragon raises its head'!"
"He even cleverly took advantage of the moment when the patient's abdomen contracted when he was slightly angry. He fired five needles at once and settled the matter in one fell swoop!"
Although Bai Suwen was not as good as Qu Shisan in acupuncture, he had studied a lot. He couldn't help but said, "The one An Zaimin chose suffers from typical gastrointestinal spasms."
"But the complication is that this patient is also accompanied by secondary intussusception. Under normal circumstances, it needs to be treated slowly."
"Could it be that he just cured the patient directly through acupuncture?"
Qu Shisan shook his head helplessly and sighed, "This is the magic of Five Dragon Acupuncture."
"The Five Dragon Acupuncture method is most effective for this disease. It starts with the 'dragon raising its head', then stimulates the patient's abdomen and stomach to produce violent turbulence, and finally uses silver needles to stimulate acupoints."
“I have to say that An Zaimin’s acupuncture method is so smooth and perfect that it can directly eradicate all the patient’s symptoms!”
All the big guys showed surprise, but Xie Qingfeng smiled.
An Zaimin really doesn’t care about martial ethics anymore!
He actually uses energy to assist in acupuncture!
He didn't pay attention to it before, but he didn't expect that An Zaimin was a strong man with hidden strength. Acupuncture using Qi strength would undoubtedly have a stronger effect. Moreover, what he used was an extremely superb acupuncture technique.
However, it cannot be said that Xie Qingfeng was able to use ancient weapons to deceive the people, which was a manifestation of his ability.
On the hospital bed, the fat man saw that several needles were inserted into his abdomen instantly. He couldn't hold back his bad temper. He had lived for so many years, and he had never seen a doctor who administered needles like this.
What do you think he is...
He wanted to utter foul language again, but An Zaimin next to him seemed to know the situation. He stroked his hand gently and pulled out all the silver needles on the fat man's abdomen.
"Hey... I said you... I guess... you think it will be fine if you pull out the needle?"
"Fat Master, I have been in the world for so many years, and I have never suffered such a loss!"
"You're done!"
"I'm telling you, you're really finished!"
An Zaimin smiled softly and said calmly, "Okay, you can put on your clothes."
"Okay?" Hearing this, the fat man was confused.
"What are you doing? Are you ready to be beaten by me?"
Of course, An Zaimin didn't care about Fatty's threat. He was a strong man with hidden strength. He put away the silver needle and said casually, "I said, your illness is cured."
"You can leave now!"
This time the fat man understood, but he looked unbelieving. Just a few needles were randomly inserted into his abdomen, and his illness was cured? Who are you kidding?
He couldn't help shouting loudly, "Is the disease cured?"
"Why don't I feel it?"
"It's okay if you don't feel it!" An Zaimin put the silver needle away and looked at the fat man and said.
"Can't you feel it yourself?"
The fat man suddenly came to his senses. Just a moment ago he was in pain, but now he was able to make a fuss with others without even feeling a trace of pain.
"I'll do it!"
"It's really amazing!" The fat man finally said a curse word.