"Please send someone from the Thai medical team to come on stage!" the host shouted.
"I'm on!" An old man with gray hair and wrinkles stood up.
Xiao Zhuo ignored it and turned his attention to Songpa.
"Mr. Sompa, don't you plan to play in this game?"
"If you lose this round, you won't have a chance to take action!" Xiao Zhuo said.
Songpa was silent for a moment, then stood up, "Then I will take care of you myself!"
The two stood opposite each other, exuding a strong momentum from each other.
"Xiao Zhuo, you were lucky in that game just now, I won't give you the slightest chance!"
"You are destined to lose! After all, you, the master of Chinese medicine, have all lost in my hands!"
Hearing this, Qian Yi's cheeks turned red and he lowered his head in shame.
Just when Songpa was about to continue his nonsense, Xiao Zhuo interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, come on!"
Songpa looked grim and nodded towards the host.
I saw a patient with his eyes closed and an oxygen tube inserted, being pushed onto the stage.
It was obvious that this man was not in good condition.
"This man was driving in a car six months ago and was unfortunately hit by a mudslide. He was knocked down the valley and has been in a coma until now!"
"Although he is still breathing and heartbeating, Western medicine has declared him brain dead!"
Hearing this sentence, the whole place was in an uproar.
"What's the difference between this and a dead person!"
"How can we save this!"
"It's simply impossible!"
…
Xiao Zhuo frowned. He should have competed with Songpa on the same stage. If one person is cured, whose will it be?
"I'll give you one hour. If you can cure him, you win! Otherwise, you lose!" Songpa said with a proud look on his face.
boom!
Hearing this sentence, the whole audience was shocked.
"This is so unfair!"
"It is impossible to cure this patient!"
“The Thai medical team is so shameless!”
Seeing Xiao Zhuo standing there silently, Songpa said provocatively, "If you can't do it, it only shows that your Chinese medicine practitioners are incompetent!"
"Who says I can't do it!" Xiao Zhuo said coldly.
Songpa looked surprised, "Do you really want to treat him?"
"Of course! I want you to know that Chinese medicine is the best!" Xiao Zhuo said.
"Hmph! Whether you are awesome or stupid, you will know soon!" Songpa sneered.
He simply did not believe that Xiao Zhuo could cure this patient.
Everyone present thought the same as he did.
"Although this kid knows Xiaoyao Acupuncture, curing a nearly dead person is tantamount to reaching heaven! He will definitely lose!" Qian Yi said with narrowed eyes.
"Mr. Qian, he hasn't started yet, how do you know he's not good? I believe he will win!" Ye Jing said firmly.
Qian Yi looked at Ye Jing affectionately and complicatedly. Where did she get the confidence to trust this guy on the stage so much?
Without saying a word, Xiao Zhuo walked up to the patient under the watchful eyes of everyone.
With spiritual awareness, I discovered that although he looked dying, his organs were not damaged, and he immediately had an idea in his mind.
He grabbed a golden needle with both hands and thrust it into the patient's legs.
Immediately afterwards, two more roots were inserted into the same area.
Seeing this scene, Qian Yi couldn't help but frown.
After so many years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I have seen someone perform acupuncture on both hands at the same time.
What’s even more incredible is that since this patient is brain-dead, why did he need to inject needles into his legs? This is simply nonsense!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of golden needles were stuck into the man's legs, making him look like a hedgehog.
Doubts were written on the faces of everyone present.
Songpa said with disdain, "Are you trying to wake up the patient from pain?"
"It seems that this is how the needles of Chinese medicine are used!"
"I suggest you use a knife. That way the pain will be more intense. Maybe the patient will wake up with just one cut!"
Hearing Sompa say this, the audience present became more and more skeptical.
"With so many needles, the patient will suffer a lot!"
"It seems that he won the game just now, it was just a fluke!"
“TCM is still unreliable!”
"I would rather die than be stabbed like a hedgehog!"
…
Regarding these doubts, Xiao Zhuo pretended not to hear anything.
Carefully, he inserted the last golden needle, a hundred needles in total!
Immediately afterwards, the chaotic energy was injected into this person's body.
I saw green liquid flowing out from the pores of these golden needles.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.
How can there be green liquid on people's bodies?
How did he do it?
Seeing this scene, Qian Yi seemed to realize something, stood up suddenly, and blurted out, "This is the return of Yang with a hundred needles!"
"Mr. Qian, what is Guiyang with a hundred needles?" Ye Guobang couldn't help but ask.
"One Hundred Needles Gui Yang is a legendary acupuncture method. It is said that it can help people return Yang, but I have never heard of anyone using this acupuncture method!" Qian Yi said.
"And that green liquid is the stagnation in the human body. Everyone has it, the only difference is how much!"
"Thankfully, I'm still known as a master of acupuncture. Today I finally opened my eyes. It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"
When Qian Yi said this, he looked deeply at Xiao Zhuo.
As the green liquid stopped flowing out, Xiao Zhuo raised his hand and withdrew all the hundred golden needles.
"I'm done." Xiao Zhuo said.
Everyone's eyes fell on the patient, and they saw that his eyes were closed tightly and he remained motionless.
"Why is there no movement?"
"Yes! Is he showing off?"
…
Hearing these sounds, Sompa laughed loudly and said, "You lose!"
A sneer appeared on the corner of Xiao Zhuo's mouth, "Really?"
Then he gently patted the patient on the shoulder and said, "Don't sleep, get up!"
"Well..."
With a lazy sound, the man suddenly opened his eyes and stretched.
Then, he sat up straight.
Everyone's eyes were shattered.
A brain-dead person comes back to life.
What’s more, it’s a pricked leg!
Simply incredible!
"Did you cure me?" the patient looked at Xiao Zhuo in front of him and asked doubtfully.
"Um!"
The patient hugged Xiao Zhuo in front of everyone, "My benefactor! I thank you for eight generations of ancestors!"
Xiao Zhuo frowned slightly, why did it sound like a curse?
"You're welcome, it's our doctors' duty to treat illnesses and save lives!"
The man was so moved that his face was filled with tears. After bowing deeply, he walked off the stage.
"Win! Doctor Xiao wins!"
“That’s awesome!”
“Long live Chinese medicine!”
Songpa's face was extremely ugly. He never expected that Xiao Zhuo actually cured this patient.
It was like being hit in the head.
"Songpa, you lose!" Xiao Zhuo said with his hands behind his back.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. You don't need me to tell you what to do next, right?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Songpa.
"I don't admit it! It has never happened before in the history of world medicine that a brain-dead patient has been cured in such a short period of time!"
"You must have used some evil trick!" Songpa said.
Xiao Zhuo's face turned cold, "Are you being a rogue?"