The man walked in from the outside. He looked honest and honest, and spoke in an angry voice. Although he denied Lu Yangyang's conclusion, his tone was simple and sincere, but it made people suffocate.
Lu Yangyang looked back at the middle-aged man.
Fan Zeng was unmoved. He just continued to look at Lu Yangyang and asked softly:
"The conclusion that it's not poisoning is very obvious. The answers given by various medical instruments are very clear. Why do you still talk about it?"
Lu Yangyang was not discouraged by being denied, but explained seriously:
"There are many reasons for coma, such as sudden illness, food poisoning, alcohol poisoning, or head impact, extensive brain cell damage, severe impairment of cerebral cortex function, etc."
"Through careful inspection, combined with the diagnostic reports issued by previous hospitals, I ruled out several factors including impact and extensive brain cell damage."
"In this case, although there are still many possible causes, the most likely one is poison."
Fan Zeng was secretly shocked after hearing this, but on the surface he asked calmly:
"What poison?"
"The soul is gone."
Lu Yangyang was not sure, but still named the poison.
"It is recorded in the Poison Sutra that the soul-living powder is colorless and odorless. After taking it, you will fall into a coma and your body will be the same. However, it will be like losing your soul. Your body will eventually die due to functional decline."
"If you want to detoxify this poison, you don't actually need to use medicine. You just need to use acupuncture to open a few key points, and the patient will wake up naturally."
"Senior Fan, as a master of medicine, the reason why he couldn't save this patient is probably because of the lost Eighteen Needles of Divine Edge."
Hearing what Lu Yangyang said, laymen would think that she was talking nonsense.
What is the separation of souls, what is the Eighteen Needles of Divine Edge.
It's as bizarre as the ancient rumors.
But to Fan Zeng's ears, it was like thunder, shocking.
Li Mu originally thought that the second sister was talking nonsense.
Anyway, the cause is unknown.
It seems that old man Fan Zeng really can't save the other party, so he might as well find an excuse to get through.
Unexpectedly, Fan Zeng actually said:
"The analysis is not bad at all, but girl, you are wrong. The Eighteen Needles of Shenfeng are not lost. I will."
"It's just that I don't have the acupuncture tools."
"These eighteen divine needles must be driven by internal force, and the gold and silver needles used are extremely particular."
"It's a pity that I have devoted my life to acupuncture, but the few needles in my hand are no match for the precious needles used by the ancients. I only have a way to save people, but I can't use it. It is really a pity."
When Li Mu heard this, he immediately laughed.
"Can it be cured with ancient precious needles?"
Fan Zeng couldn't help but glared when he heard Li Mu's tone:
"What? You don't believe it? Don't compare me to a charlatan. With my status, can I deceive people?"
Li Mu smiled even happier, patted the three brocade boxes in his hands, and said with a smile:
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and accept a disciple, I'm ready for the apprenticeship ceremony!"
Fan Zeng was speechless.
Just as he was hesitating to find another reason to refuse, he saw Li Mu squatting on the ground and opening the brocade boxes one by one.
While unpacking, he said with a smile:
"You call it a coincidence, but I have put a lot of effort into this apprenticeship ceremony."
As he spoke, he opened the first box.
Inside is a sealed cylindrical glass bottle, white jade Tai Sui.
Fan Zeng glanced at it but had no reaction.
It is indeed priceless. If it sells well, it will cost more than tens of millions.
But he is not in need of money, and he is not short of money.
After unpacking the second box and opening the nanmu box inside, Fan Zeng's eyes moved. Although his pupils trembled, his reaction was still not big.
On the other hand, Lin Fan, the young man next to him who led Li Mu and the others in, couldn't help but screamed and followed Li Mu to squat on the ground.
"Qilin Jie! Old Master, this is Qilin Jie! Judging from the color, it is from the Warring States Period!"
Although Lin Fan was not Fan Zeng's disciple, but just his disciple, he was extremely talented. In addition, he had been with Fan Zeng since he was a child, and his medical achievements far exceeded those of his uncles.
The main reason why he didn't join the world to save others was that he was obsessed with alchemy.
To put it bluntly, I just like to make alchemy.
And this Qilinjie is like a holy elixir. If you scrape off a little powder, the efficacy of the elixir can be doubled several times.
In Li Mu's arms, the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill given to him by Mr. Fan was refined by the young man in front of him, Lin Fan!
As the first two boxes were opened, Li Mu kept moving, not caring about the young man playing with Qilin Jie back and forth, and just opened the third box, revealing a brocade belt made of elk skin.
The bag was opened, revealing a narrow and wallet-shaped antique leather box made of rhinoceros leather. The surface had been smoothed by people handling it, and it already felt patinated.
Fan Zeng stood where he was, twirling his beard in a superior manner.
Seeing the simple traditional Chinese characters on the outside of the leather box, the senior man's demeanor could no longer be restrained.
Li Mu opened the leather box and revealed a dense collection of long and short gold and silver needles inside.
"This is!!!!"
Li Mu smiled evilly and raised the needle roll in his hand. Old man Fan Zeng's eyes seemed to be attracted and moved back and forth along with Li Mu's shaking wrist.
"The Eighteen Needles of the Divine Edge, right? I wonder if the 108 Tiangang Disha needles of Medicine King Sun Simiao can be used?"
"Tiangang Disha 108 Needles!!!"
Except for Lu Yangyang, the three people present, including Fan Zeng, almost shouted out in unison.
In the eyes of others, this thing may be just an ordinary antique.
But in the eyes of medical masters, it is like the Heavenly Sword and Dragon-Slaying Knife in the hearts of people in the world. The Sword in the Stone and Thor's Hammer that are sung in foreign heroic epics.
What concept?
What an artifact!
There is no longer any master's demeanor, no more 30 years of closure, no more apprentices, no more two months to close the door to life and death.
At this time, Fan Zeng almost became a hungry beggar in the market. When he saw a large bag of meat buns, he almost snatched them from Li Mu's shaking palm like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
Fan Zeng is not an ordinary centenarian, he is a monk, and his physical functions still remain at about forty years old.
In terms of skill, he is quite strong.
But who is Li Mu?
Li Mu is the helmsman of Dragon Realm and one of the top three killers in the world. He killed 38 people in one night in the underground black boxing arena and single-handedly killed the super ruthless man of the Extreme Hall organization.
His skill is something that Fan Zeng alone cannot steal.
Even if there are another ten or a hundred big men, as long as he doesn't want to give it, the other party will definitely not be able to grab it.
Fan Zeng stretched out his hand to grab it a few times, almost knocking over the extremely rare white jade Tai Sui, but he could not snatch the needle from Li Mu's hand.
The angry old man's eyes turned red and he yelled:
"You bastard, why don't you bring it to me quickly?"