"What? You, you said, are you willing to teach me the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?"
Mr. Jin repeated it in disbelief.
Zhang Yiming nodded:
"Yes."
Old Jin's hands trembled slightly, his eyes were red and tears.
"Yiming, no! If you really want to teach me the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, then you will be my master from now on!"
Mr. Jin was very excited.
Zhang Yiming waved his hand and refused.
"No, no, no! I teach you, just want to promote our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine skills, which is a competition. This is not the kind of learning from a master, so you don't need to call me a master."
Mr. Jin is probably older than his grandfather. If he really wants to call him master, Zhang Yiming can't afford it.
With Zhang Yiming's strong rejection, Old Jin finally compromised.
This kind of kindness, Jin, will always be remembered in my heart.
The operating room was ready soon.
Wei Yuanxing was lying on the operating table and suddenly became nervous.
Originally, a surgery would have to be completed by at least a few people, but now there are only two people in Zhang Yiming and Mr. Jin.
"Brother, what will I do later?" Wei Yuanxing said nervously.
Zhang Yiming lit the operating table.
"Brother, just lie down and don't move. If you are afraid, just like me, close your eyes and don't look."
"Okay! Wait a minute!"
Wei Yuanxing just closed his eyes and was suddenly stunned.
"Like you, close your eyes and I said brother, are you kidding me?"
"Oh, humor, do you understand the sense of humor?"
Zhang Yiming made a joke and cured Wei Yuanxing's nervousness.
"here we go."
Old Jin opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Yiming with a very careful needle. He was holding a notebook in his hand, writing notes seriously like a student.
For the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, thirteen silver needles need to be inserted into the thirteen acupoints of the human body.
There are not many acupuncture points. Experienced Chinese medicine masters can remember the location of the acupuncture points and the order of the needles after just reading them.
However, for different diseases, the order of injections is different. If one injection is placed in the wrong injection, it may cause the patient to go directly to the sect of ghosts.
But if you get the right position, you can pull the person back from the Ghost Gate.
So it is called the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.
Mr. Jin has recorded the thirteen acupoints.
However, he still doesn't understand the method, location and depth of the needle application. He can only ask Zhang Yiming for advice after the operation is completed.
"Okay, now you only need to wait twenty minutes and you can get the needle."
Zhang Yiming breathed lightly, feeling a little tired.
The black silk needle plus essence and energy doubles the efficacy of curing diseases.
When Mr. Jin used the first strand of essence, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But soon, surprise was replaced by a sense of understanding.
Twenty minutes later, collect the needle.
Wei Yuanxing sat up, touched his head, and his chest, without feeling any discomfort.
"Brother, am I okay?"
Zhang Yiming put away the black silk needle.
"Okay, in addition to the tumor in your head, I have also cured your heart disease. Your disease is caused by too much fatigue. Although it is cured now, you still have to pay attention to rest later. Money will always be
I can't make it all, but my body is my own."
"Okay, I'll definitely listen to you!"
"Okay, then let's go out. I guess they are all anxious." Zhang Yiming smiled.
Of course, the people outside were waiting anxiously.
As soon as the door of the operating room opened, everyone rushed over.
Wei Yuanxing was looked at by everyone from head to toe.
There is no missing arms and legs, a rosy face, a happy face, and no change can be seen.
Mrs. Wei nervously held Wei Yuanxing's hand and asked:
"Husband, how do you feel? Are there any uncomfortable places?"
"I'm fine. Not only is it not uncomfortable, but I also feel very relaxed. I feel something pressed on my chest. I feel so stuffy and uncomfortable, and now I'm gone." Wei Yuanxing smiled.
"This really killed the tumor? It's too fast!"
"Yes, it's less than half an hour? Is this guy really awesome, or a liar?"
"That's definitely not a liar. Mr. Jin is still here. If he is a liar, can Mr. Jin not see it?"
A group of Western doctors surrounded Wei Yuanxing and commented on him, but they didn't believe it.
"You can take him and go for a check-up and you'll know."
Zhang Yiming yawned and said lazily.
"Yes, yes! Hurry up, arrange a full-body examination for Mr. Wei!"
Wei Yuanxing and Mrs. Wei also wanted to know whether Zhang Yiming's treatment was effective.
A group of people surrounded Wei Yuanxing and went to the inspection room.
Zhu Youqian patted Zhang Yiming on the shoulder and asked:
"Brother, do you look tired?"
"Of course, applying needles is very energy-consuming."
If it weren't for Zhang Yiming's essence, it would never have been possible for Wei Yuanxing to recover within twenty minutes.
However, you can still practice when the essence is gone, and using this way can briefly and slowly improve the essence in his body.
It is also a kind of practice.
"Dr. Zhang, I have a few questions to ask you."
Old Jin stood aside with his small notebook respectfully and asked carefully.
Because Zhang Yiming was unwilling to let him call him Master, but Mr. Jin could not forget this teaching feeling.
Of course, Mr. Jin cannot treat Zhang Yiming as a junior.
After thinking about it, I still felt that I was called "Doctor Zhang", and I suddenly pulled the two of them to the same generation, which made Mr. Jin feel a little relieved.
Zhang Yiming answered these questions to Mr. Jin without reservation, and Mr. Jin benefited a lot.
"Looking back, I will write down some of my experiences on the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate for you, and you will know after reading it." Zhang Yiming said.
"Thank you!"
Old Jin was excited.
"Hey, Silver Needle returns you."
Zhang Yiming took out the mysterious silk needle and handed it over.
Old Jin did not take it, but looked down at the mysterious silk needle in his hand, then smiled slightly and said:
"I'll give you this silver needle."
"Ah? This... is too expensive, I can't ask for it."
Although this silver needle is a treasure, it is of great significance to Mr. Jin.
Old Jin shook his head with a smile.
"This Xuan Si needle was passed on to me by my master. It has been in my hands for decades. I rarely use it because I always feel that my medical skills are not worthy of him."
"Until today, I finally found a master who can deserve it. I have given you this mysterious silk needle. I hope you can use it well in the future!"
Zhang Yiming was surprised:
"You actually know that this is a black silk needle, and you want to give it to me?"
Old Jin raised his eyebrows:
"You know that, so I want to give it to you even more, because I hope that in my lifetime, I will see another Hua Tuo appear in China!"
Zhang Yiming was shocked, murmured, and said nothing, and finally put it away solemnly.
What he received today was not a set of silver needles, but the hope of the traditional Chinese medicine community.
After chatting, Zhang Yiming was about to find Wei Yuanxing and others, but suddenly he saw a back, a familiar person.
"It's him!"
"who?"
Zhu Youqian asked.
Zhang Yiming did not answer, but ran towards the man.
Zhu Youqian was stunned for a moment and followed.
"Hey, wait..."
"Bang!"
"ah!"
An iron plate fell to the ground and made a ping-pong sound, with gauze, tweezers, bandages and other objects scattered around it.
A young nurse sat on the ground and touched her forehead.
Zhang Yiming covered his nose and cried affectionately.
"Don't run in the hospital, and don't make loud noises! Do you have eyes?"
The young nurse shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry, sorry!"
Zhang Yiming's eyes were red and tears were covered in tears, and he bowed to apologize.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Zhu Youqian stepped forward with concern.
Zhang Yiming put down his hand and turned to look at him.