The dean looked at Chen Feng among the crowd and frowned slightly. However, thinking of Old Man Jiang's words, he still held back his words to stop him and asked: "Well, Mr. Chen, you can be treated here. You don't need to go to the ward."
Going?"
"Need not!"
Chen Feng shook his head, took off the bedding on the patient, gently twisted the silver needle in his hand, and was about to inject the needle.
Jiang Ziyue couldn't help but stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"Chen Feng, are you really sure?"
"Don't worry!"
While speaking, Chen Feng, under the gaze of countless concerned eyes, stabbed the patient's forehead with precision with the silver needle in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, three more needles were administered behind the ears and at the heart!
There are four stitches in total!
Speaking of which, this patient's condition is indeed very serious. The blood vessels in his brain were ruptured and he was bleeding severely. Now he is only breathing his last breath. No wonder the hospital refuses to accept him.
But compared to his previous injuries, there was a huge difference!
Because the injury was not healed, Chen Feng could not use his full strength, so he was very careful in his actions for fear of something going wrong.
This is not only a human life, but also a girl’s hope.
After confirming that everything was okay, Chen Feng suddenly reached out his hand quickly and flicked the tails of the four silver needles like a dragonfly.
Buzz!
The next moment, something strange suddenly happened!
Four Symbols Xuanmen Needle!
The patient is on the verge of death, and only this mysterious medical magic can bring him back from the gate of hell!
Seeing the four silver needles covered with white hair, condensing into small dragons that were circling and swimming, the spectators all around were stunned.
What method is this?
How come it's like a magic trick?
After all, this is just a small county town, and the doctors, including the dean, have limited knowledge and it is impossible for them to recognize the Four Symbols Xuanmen Needle like Mr. Qin did.
Dr. Liu was the only one who didn't feel too surprised. It's quite normal for such an awesome person to do something that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
After Chen Feng activated the Sixiang Xuanmen needle, he stretched out the two index fingers of his right hand and placed them on the patient's head at the Baihui point, silently activating the internal energy.
In intracranial hemorrhage, only by draining out the congestion can the crisis be resolved.
Time passed by minute by minute in the tense atmosphere!
About twenty minutes later, Chen Feng suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes. He quickly pressed hard with his fingers, then withdrew his hand with a slight touch. At the same time, he let out a long breath.
This overload of diagnosis and treatment before the injury healed made him feel exhausted.
"Look, is the patient's ear bleeding?"
"Oh my God, really, what is going on?"
"It's too scary! This person is just messing around. He won't kill him completely, right?"
…
Just after Chen Feng removed his fingers, everyone was horrified to find that two streams of black blood slowly overflowed from the patient's ears.
The pale face and dark red blood look shocking when contrasted with each other!
When the girl saw this horrific scene, she was stunned and burst into tears.
Hope was dashed after all!
Thinking about it, I am really stupid. How can a person who is not a doctor cure a disease that even doctors cannot cure?
"Hey, boy, what do you say now?"
Seeing this scene, the man in the white coat didn't feel any sympathy for the patient, but instead smiled excitedly.
"Are you still talking shamelessly? Just call me grandpa! Also, if you kill a patient by unknown means, you now have a big responsibility!"
Except for the white coat, everyone else looked at Chen Feng in a strange way.