"Are you talking about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?"
Old Jin held Zhang Yiming's hands tightly, hoping to get his affirmative answer.
"Yes, I plan to use the Thirteen Instruments of the Ghost Gate, a small tumor, no more trouble."
Zhang Yiming nodded.
Old Jin looked excited, his hands trembled slightly, and he breathed and wheezed.
"I thought no one mentioned these five words again for so many years. I really printed this sentence, and the masters are among the people!"
Old Jin sighed.
Seeing this, the dean and others didn't know why Mr. Jin said so.
Dr. Zhang couldn't help but say:
"Old Jin, why do you say such things?"
Old Jin seemed to remember that there was someone in this room.
He looked for a while, and then saw Wei Yuanxing.
Mr. Jin solemnly said to him:
"Mr. Wei, I can guarantee that if this little brother uses acupuncture for the thirteenth acupuncture of the Ghost Gate, then your tumor can definitely be completely removed without taking medicine and chemotherapy!"
"What? Mr. Jin, you have to think clearly! You can't just believe the words of a young boy!"
Dr. Zhang shouted in doubt after hearing this.
Old Jin looked at him coldly with a sharp gaze.
"Do you understand or I understand? I have also seen Mr. Wei's film. With this small tumor, it is estimated that it doesn't take thirteen needles, and three needles can be solved!"
Wei Yuanxing said excitedly:
"I'll feel relieved if Mr. Jin said this."
The Western doctors still find it incredible.
Finally, the dean made a decision:
"Just listen to Mr. Jin."
"Mr. Wei, if you are willing to let this little brother do it, we have no objection, but if there is any mistake after the operation, our hospital will not bear any responsibility. We must explain this to you first."
Wei Yuanxing waved his hand.
"If something happens, I won't let your hospital take any responsibility. I'll leave it here. I believe my brother!"
When Mrs. Wei heard this, she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she still didn't say it.
When the dean heard Wei Yuanxing say this, he was completely relieved.
Although this is a bit of a suspicion, the dean said:
"What are you needed, my little brother can tell us, and we can provide the operating room as well."
"Then I'll thank the Dean first."
Zhang Yiming said.
"Brother, look at when we start the operation? Brother, I feel very uncomfortable when I think of a tumor in my head."
Wei Yuanxing said with a bitter face.
"It's OK now. Please prepare an operating room and the equipment needed for the surgery. I don't need help. I can do it alone by then."
"In addition, I need a set of silver needles. I don't know if your hospital can borrow a set of silver needles." Zhang Yiming said.
"I have silver needles, Xiao Wang, hurry up and go to my office and bring me a set of silver needles to my drawer!"
Old Jin shouted to the intern doctor who had brought him over just now.
The dean said in shock when he heard this:
"Old Jin, you didn't say that your silver needle was passed down to you by your master's master, but it has been passed down for thousands of years and has never been used easily..."
"If it is the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, then using this set of silver needles will not be considered a humiliation."
Old Jin said righteously.
When Zhang Yiming heard this, he knew that this silver needle had a great background.
Some old antique things like them are actually better to use.
The silver needle will be obtained soon.
Zhang Yiming opened it and saw a total of 108 needles, all of which were snow-white. You could still see the white light under the light.
If the dean hadn't said that before, even Zhang Yiming would have thought that this silver needle had been passed down for thousands of years.
In other words, it can be preserved for thousands of years and can be like new, which is enough to show that the silver needle material is definitely not annoying.
"Hey, this silver needle seems to be a mysterious silk needle." The immortal said again.
"Xuansi Needle? Is there any origin?"
The Immortal Lord pondered for a moment:
"There are some of them. I will only talk about its first master, that is, who the person who created it, you will know."
"Hua Tuo."
Zhang Yiming was shocked.
"Hua Tuo? Is it the Hua Tuo I think of? Is it the Hua Tuo from the Three Kingdoms? Is it the Hua Tuo from our China?"
"Yes, that's right."
Zhang Yiming held this set of silver needles tightly and must not let go.
"But the dean said just now that this silver needle has been passed down for thousands of years. If it was Hua Tuo who created it, it would have been more than a thousand years."
The phantom of the Immortal Lord appeared slightly and knocked on Zhang Yiming's head.
"I only said that its first owner was Hua Tuo, but I didn't say that the silver needle was passed down from Hua Tuo. It might be that after Hua Tuo's death, the silver needle disappeared and was found later,
It's only been passed down for a thousand years! It's so stupid."
Zhang Yiming subconsciously touched the knocked forehead.
He had no feeling when he was so angry that he really felt that he should have this action at this moment.
"Is this uncomfortable, little brother?"
The dean asked when he saw Zhang Yiming's actions.
Zhang Yiming put down his hand awkwardly:
"No, no. By the way, my name is Zhang Yiming."
The dean and Mr. Jin are now talking about little brothers and young men, and they have never asked about his name.
"This name is good. If you don't make a sound, you'll make a splash!"
Old Jin smiled.
Zhang Yiming gave him a thumbs up:
"Old Jin is right, it means making a big splash."
Old Jin laughed twice, then rubbed his hands and asked:
"Brother Yiming, look, can I do this set of silver needles?"
"sure!"
In fact, any ordinary silver needle can do it.
But with the mysterious silk needle, Zhang Yiming became even more confident.
When Mr. Jin heard this, he was happy first, and then hesitated:
"Then, that..."
"What do you want to say, Mr. Jin?"
"Well, I have a heartless request. I can watch it when you apply the needle later?"
"I, I can help you!"
"Don't worry, I will never reveal a word to the outside during the watching process! I just want to see the legendary Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate..."
When Mr. Jin said this, his emotions went from hesitation to firmness at the beginning, and then hesitated again.
I was afraid that Zhang Yiming would not agree.
"Of course it's OK."
"Oh, okay, I..."
Old Jin thought Zhang Yiming refused and was depressed, but when he heard clearly what he said, he was stunned.
"What? Did you agree?"
Most of today's medical technology prefers Western medicine.
Although there is a university of traditional Chinese medicine in China, fewer and fewer people are willing to learn, and very fewer people can learn.
Old Jin served traditional Chinese medicine all his life and could not be idle until he retired.
This may be an unreasonable request for him, because secret techniques like the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect were a hundred years ago, and they were not passed down by disciples, let alone watch them.
But for Zhang Yiming, this was nothing, but he was very happy.
Zhang Yiming has both excellent medical skills, but it is rare to see that he really saved people over the past period of time.