After saying that, he turned around and entered the ward.
Zhang Kongqing followed in silently, and he also wanted to see what kind of surprise Zhang Yiming could bring to him this time.
...
Zhu Youqian ran to the Chinese medicine department in a hurry and shouted at the top of his voice:
"Lend me the silver needle."
The old Chinese doctor said in surprise:
"What are you doing with silver needles?"
"Help!" Zhu Youqian explained quickly.
"Who are you? I don't know you,"
The old Chinese doctor is full of question marks.
Just kidding!
"Don't worry."
Zhu Youqian snatched a pack of silver needles and ran to Li's father's ward.
"It's bad, don't get into trouble, I can't take responsibility!"
The old Chinese doctor slapped his thigh and hurriedly chased him out.
In the ward, there were several experts standing inside, all around the bed.
“Get out of here!”
Zhu Youqian pushed everyone away and handed the silver needle on his hand to Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming looked at Li's father who was dying due to chemotherapy and yesterday's surgery, and murmured to himself:
"Uncle, I'll treat you right away."
Zhang Yiming closed his eyes and simulated the needle application technique several times in his mind to ensure that everything was foolproof.
Experts and professors are whispering.
"Pretending to be a ghost! I tell you, it has nothing to do with us if we die."
"Yes, yes, I've recorded the video. He insisted on treating the people on the hospital bed, and we can't stop it."
"Why should the dying man be punished again?"
Zhang Yiming stared at the crowd with sharp eyes.
"Noisy! Close your mouth or get out."
But just as Zhang Yiming was about to apply the needle, he heard a loud shout from behind him.
"stop!"
"Don't do it randomly!"
The old Chinese doctor chased after him panting.
"You stop him! Don't let him do whatever he wants."
The male assistant sarcastically said:
"If someone wants to commit suicide, he can't stop him?"
"Give me the silver needle back."
The old Chinese doctor didn't want to take responsibility, so he hurriedly went to grab the silver needle.
It was at this moment.
Zhang Yiming made a quick move like lightning, and the silver needle quickly pierced into the acupoints, muttering something in his mouth.
"It is necessary to determine life and death, deal with all diseases, and adjust the deficiency and excess!"
"It's over!"
The old Chinese doctor was stunned on the spot, and the silver needle entered the acupoint, and he didn't dare to rob it anymore.
He scolded in anger:
"It's really a disaster from heaven. Whoever I'll provoke whom I'll testify to me, it has nothing to do with me if I die."
Sudden!
The old Chinese doctor widened his eyes.
I saw that Zhang Yiming was extremely skillful in his technique, confident in his heart, and the silver needles were accurately pierced into the acupoints.
Suddenly, Li's father on the hospital bed twitched violently.
The male assistant shouted gloatingly:
"Oh, I've sucked, look at it."
The rectal cancer expert couldn't bear it and persuaded:
"Young man, stop being stubborn. This old man has lived for a few days. Do you have to die in peace?"
But Zhang Yiming remained motionless and his right hand was steady. You should know that there are many acupuncture points in the human body, and a slight deviation will cause irreversible consequences.
"Don't move, we don't touch him."
The old Chinese doctor is like an old hen, protecting Zhang Yiming with incredible eyes.
"It's so awesome!"
"This...this set of acupuncture techniques seems to be the long-lost Thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate!"
The professor looked sarcastic.
"Wang Fengguo, you are crazy about traditional Chinese medicine. What's the thirteen needles in the hell? Do you think you're making a movie?"
Wang Fengguo glared at him.
"What do you know! You just know how to take a video and check it. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound. You know what a big deal!"
Just as the two sides were quarreling, Li's father slowly opened his eyes.
"Young man is you, where is Minmin?"
Zhang Yiming asked quickly.
"Uncle, how do you feel?"
Li's father's face gradually returned to blood.
"I feel good, never so good."
Zhang Yiming nodded with satisfaction.
"Uncle, don't worry, you will be able to get out of bed in three days."
The professor and the director both sneered and shook their heads.
The male assistant seemed to hear a huge joke and burst into laughter.
"Don't brag here, this person may be looking back."
Although he is a Western medicine practitioner, he has also conducted some research on traditional Chinese medicine.
Acupuncture can at most relax the muscles and activate the meridians and protect the health.
Isn’t it funny to use silver needle to treat rectal cancer?
Zhang Yiming's face turned cold.
"It's really a dog that can't spit out ivory."
"Who are you scolding?"
The expert jumped out and said:
"Do a test for the patient first."
The male assistant said sarcastically: "Check it out quickly. Just a few acupuncture, it is impossible to cure rectal cancer!"
Because Li’s father lives in a special care unit, he has all the medical equipment.
The inspection results came out soon.
The male assistant was the first to look at it, and suddenly was stunned and shouted:
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. If you get rid of rectal cancer in a few random punctures, will the instrument be damaged?"
After seeing them one by one, the professor, experts, and directors were stunned in disbelief.
"It's really improved?"
The old Chinese doctor Wang Fengguo pushed the fat doctor away.
When I approached Zhang Yiming, I felt like I was looking at a rare treasure.
"Awesome! Young man, you are so awesome. Is the acupuncture technique you just performed just now the long-lost Thirteen Needles for the Ghost Gate?"
"Um."
After receiving a positive reply, Wang Fengguo was excitedly caught off guard.
"Can you accept me as your disciple and teach me this set of acupuncture? Although I am old, as long as you are willing to teach me, I can do anything."
Zhang Yiming shook his head, "I won't accept disciples."
Wang Fengguo was not moved by Zhang Yiming's rejection at all, and said with a stern face:
"Doctor Zhang, just teach me..."
Zhang Yiming gave Zhu Youqian a look, and Zhu Youqian immediately reacted and pulled the old Chinese doctor aside.
Zhang Yiming walked out of the ward and called Li Min'er over.
"Your father's illness has been cured, come in and have a look!"
Li Min'er rushed in directly, ran to the hospital bed, hugged Li's father and started crying loudly.
"Wuwuwu...Dad, the doctors said you can't live for seven days and you're scared to death. I'm thankful for asking Brother Yiming to come over, otherwise...Wuwuwuwu..."
When this was said, no matter whether it was an expert or a professor, his face seemed to have a dyeing workshop opened, from red to green, from blue to black, and the slap in the face made a slap, which hurts.
Only the male assistant was still clamoring that the machine was broken and he wanted to check it out.
Zhang Kongqing once again witnessed Zhang Yiming's ability. This kid has too many mysteries.
There are thirteen needles in the Ghost Gate. Only the old master in Longhu Mountain Meeting. He doesn’t know whether the missing uncle will be, but Zhang Yiming will tell you everything.
Zhang Yiming is definitely related to his missing uncle!