Qin Feng turned his head: "You can't cure her anyway, so just do it for me."
"Bring the needle!"
Ichiro Matsumoto was shocked by Qin Feng's momentum.
Full confidence.
Plus absolute confidence.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Give him my set of Royal-given soft needles to try."
When the island country invaded China, it stole many treasures from the palace.
The set of imperial-given soft needles in his hand were the treasure of the Imperial Hospital back then.
It was acquired by his ancestors and passed down to him.
Qin Feng had no time to appreciate the magic needle, so he directly pulled out the hose and needle inserted into Tang Qingqian's body one by one.
"Qin Feng, what are you doing?"
Tang Shuirou scolded: "You are murdering Qing Qian!"
"You still haven't admitted your wolfish ambition!"
Tang Mingyuan was also furious: "What are you still doing? Stop him and beat him out!"
"Needle."
Qin Feng raised his hand without looking back.
Ichiro Matsumoto winked, and his subordinates placed the silver needle in Qin Feng's hand.
Qin Feng briefly looked at the black line on Tang Qingqian's arm, and suddenly, he moved.
His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and at a dizzying speed, he inserted all eighteen silver needles into the black line of Tang Qingqian's arm and penetrated seven points into his body.
The silver needles connect into a thread.
Then, Qin Feng pressed the silver needle through the void with both hands... "Bang, bang, bang!"
Something magical happened.
The originally slightly soft silver needles actually became straight one by one!
"Forehead……"
Next to him, Matsumoto Ichiro's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Qin Feng pressed the button again, and a cold air followed the silver needle and poured into the black line on Tang Qingqian's arm.
In an instant, the veins on Tang Qingqian's strange body began to disappear, and the black lines on his arms began to shorten.
But what Ichiro Matsumoto found unbelievable was that the shortened black line seemed to be alive at this moment. It became spiritual and began to struggle violently, as if it wanted to get rid of the cold air.
However, these eighteen silver needles have already been settled.
It is trapped in the acupuncture technique, swimming like a black snake, constantly escaping and constantly hitting the wall.
Qin Feng glanced at it, then flicked his fingers again, and wisps of hot air flowed into the needle.
If Qin Hanzhang had been at the scene, he would have been very surprised. Qin Feng's backhand was very similar to the way he used to treat the evil in the painting.
He is even more familiar with it and has reached the level of proficiency.
Taiyi's magic needle skill, Yin and Yang break evil spirits!
In this way, one cold and one hot, one yin and one yang, two air currents surrounded and suppressed the black thread during the acupuncture. Finally, the black thread was completely driven to the tip of the index finger of Tang Qingqian's right hand, turning half of the finger black.
"puff!"
Qin Feng pricked his fingertip with a needle, and drops of black blood seeped out, dripping continuously to the ground, exuding a strange smell.
"The poisonous blood came out?"
Ichiro Matsumoto looked at the pool of blood on the ground in shock.
Qin Feng put away the silver needle and observed carefully until the blood color of his fingertips returned to normal.
He then turned his head: "Inject some nutrient solution, change her clothes, and don't eat anything for three days."
"Then take the medicine according to the prescription I prescribed..."
Everyone in the Tang family at the door had dull eyes.
Tang Shuirou didn't need to shout, Ichiro Matsumoto had already rushed forward and re-examined Tang Qingqian.
a few minutes.
Ichiro Matsumoto screamed as if he had seen a ghost: "This is impossible, this is impossible..."
"No, the vital signs have returned to normal, and there are no problems with the blood tests in the body!"
"All the poisonous blood was drained out, and not a drop of excess blood was shed in vain."
Ichiro Matsumoto looked at Qin Feng in disbelief: "What acupuncture technique are you doing? Why have I never heard of it?"
He couldn't believe it, but he saw the whole process with his own eyes, so he couldn't believe it was true.
"Please, you must tell me."
"I desperately need to know the truth."
"Otherwise I will die of depression."
Matsumoto Ichiro clung to Qin Feng with a look of thirsty for knowledge.
Seeing Ichiro Matsumoto's lifeless look, Tang Shuirou and the others were dumbfounded.
"It's not that complicated."
Qin Feng felt that Matsumoto Ichiro didn't have a bad impression except for his tough words.
And he also tried his best to save Tang Qingqian.
He immediately made no secret of it: "If you can't learn, just give up."
Ichiro Matsumoto wouldn't be able to practice the technique of using Qi to control needles for another fifty years.
Not to mention the unique skills of Taiyi Divine Needle such as pinching flowers and snapping fingers.
He doesn't want to give people hope and then let them down.
"But if you..."
Qin Feng also wanted to give him a few pointers to avoid being said to be deliberately showing off.
Just when he turned his head, his face suddenly became startled.
Ichiro Matsumoto didn't know when he knelt on the ground, folded his hands on the ground, and put his head firmly on the back of his hands, showing a posture of worshiping gods:
"Is this the most powerful doctor in the empire?"
"Please bow to me and accept my most respectful greetings!"
"I am willing to fulfill my promise, please accept me as your disciple!"
