Ghost doctor with clairvoyance

Mu Qingyu knocked on the door and walked in with Lin Zifeng.

"Elder Wang, this patient's family wants to borrow a set of silver needles.

Lin Zifeng smiled at

Elder Wang, "Hello Elder Wang, can I borrow your silver needle?" Elder Wang frowned slightly when he heard this, "What are you borrowing silver needles for?"

"Save people." Lin Zifeng said.

"Do you know acupuncture?" Wang Lao was a little surprised, in these years, Chinese medicine has declined, and there are not many doctors who can do acupuncture.

"I know a little bit about it. Lin Zifeng said humbly.

Wang Lao looked at the little boy on the hospital bed and said, "I just have two sets of silver needles, one at home and one on this child."

Lin Zifeng looked at the poisoned little boy again, the eyes of the sky opened unconsciously, and the little boy's strange meridians, flesh and bones were all clearly seen by Lin Zifeng.

The little boy's poison has entered the heart, and Wang Lao is quite powerful, only thirteen silver needles temporarily seal the toxin to prevent the toxin from entering the heart.

"I can solve his poison, I only hope that after it is solved, Wang Lao can lend me the silver needle. "

Although this poison has entered the heart, it is not overbearing and ruthless, it should only be a more common pesticide or food poisoning.

It's just that the poisoning time is on the long side and it has not been properly treated, which causes the toxin to enter the heart.

"Can you solve it?"

Wang Lao was stunned, he was an old Chinese medicine doctor for more than forty years, and the poison on the kid in front of him could be solved by no more than five fingers in the entire Great Xia Kingdom.

"Where is the garbage, I am not ashamed to say it, this child has poisoned into the heart, and it needs to be treated with the electrotherapy and pulse clearing method of Western medicine. Just

then, a young man walked in from outside, and beside him was a middle-aged doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The middle-aged glasses doctor glanced at Wang Lao arrogantly, and said disdainfully: "It's ridiculous that there are still people who believe in Chinese medicine."

Wang Lao and Lin Zifeng both frowned slightly.

At this time, the young man in a suit and leather shoes spoke, "Auntie, this is a medical doctor who has just returned from studying in the United States, and his attainments in Western medicine are very high, and he is 50% sure that he can cure Xiaofang." The

glasses doctor nodded smugly and said, "Yes, 50 percent is my humble statement, and I am at least 70 percent sure."

When Li Wenya heard this, she seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, and hurriedly knelt in front of the glasses doctor.

"Please save my child, I have money, as long as you can cure my son, I will give you a million.

Lin Zifeng's eyelids jumped, this ordinary-looking woman was actually so entrenched.

The glasses doctor smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, send him to the intensive care unit, I will treat him immediately, and I still have to believe in Western medicine in the future, Chinese medicine is just a façade." The

glasses doctor once again belittled Chinese medicine, and Wang Lao's brows furrowed even tighter.

Although traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, the optician's words are too much.

The optician stepped forward, looked at the silver needles on the little boy's body, and shouted: "Chinese medicine is harmful, actually pricking people with needles, if you prick a good one, who is responsible?!"

Lin Zifeng immediately stepped forward to stop him, "You can't pick it up, these silver needles temporarily suppress the toxins on his body, if you pick up the toxins, they will enter the heart in a short time, and then it will be really troublesome."

Lin Zifeng This is just a subconscious obstruction, after all, this is a matter of human life.

The glasses doctor pushed Lin Zifeng away and said angrily:

"What are you?