Ghost doctor with clairvoyance

"I'm responsible, and also, Chinese medicine is broad and profound, if you don't understand, don't belittle Chinese medicine. Lin Zifeng shouted.

He inherited the ghost doctor and can be regarded as the ancestor of traditional Chinese medicine, and he can't stand it when he is belittled by people in front of him.

The glasses doctor snorted coldly: "Don't be ashamed, you are still responsible, I think I know a little bit of medical skills, so I dare to make a big deal here, if this child has three longs and two shorts, you are responsible for your life?

!" Lin Zifeng's eyes were cold, "If you insist on pulling out the needle, you are harming

people's lives!" "Hmph, I think you are the one who wants to harm people's lives, you don't know anything and are still pretending to be here, get out of the way!" The glasses doctor snorted coldly.

Seeing this, Elder Wang shook his head helplessly: "If the family agrees, just pick it up, these silver needles can only suppress the toxin for a few days." "

Elder Wang knows that Lin Zifeng is fighting for traditional Chinese medicine, but it's a pity that he can't solve this child's poison, let alone Lin Zifeng.

"I hope you can really cure this child!" Wang

Lao sighed softly.

"I agreed to pull out the needle, as long as it could save my child. The child's mother, Li Wenya, nodded again and again, and hurriedly signed the treatment notice.

Seeing the child being taken away, Wang Lao cleaned the silver needle with alcohol and handed it over to Lin Zifeng.

"You can see that I suppressed his toxin with a silver needle, which means that you really understand acupuncture, and this set of silver needles will lend you. "

Thank you, Mr. Wang.

Lin Zifeng sincerely thanked him, and immediately returned to his sister's ward with the silver needle.

Wang Lao was curious in his heart, and he also followed behind Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng came to Lin Qingqing's approach, raised his hand and pulled out two silver needles, and his movements were skillful as if he had practiced thousands of times.

Wang Lao's eyes narrowed, "Interesting."

Lin Qingqing, who was on the hospital bed, also knew that there was congestion at the nerve edge of the brain, and whether it was acupuncture or surgery, the risk was extremely high.

Lin Zifeng raised his hand, and the first silver needle pierced Lin Qingqing's Divine Court Acupoint.

Wang Lao was shocked, the Shenting acupoint is in the head, there is a skull, and the needle needs to be very careful, otherwise it is easy to puncture.

But Lin Zifeng is fast, the acupuncture points are accurate, and the strength is just right.

"Is this really a young man? Even those medical and Taoist masters may not have such skillful techniques.

But then Lin Zifeng went down seven stitches in a row, almost dumbfounded Wang Lao.

The speed of each needle is fast, the acupuncture points are accurate, and the strength and position of the needle are as stable as Mount Tai, without the slightest mistake.

At this time, Wang Lao looked at Lin Zifeng, and there were four words in his mind: "Young Medical Saint!!"

When Lin Zifeng's eighth silver needle fell, dark red blood mixed with some fine powder flowed out of Lin Qingqing's right ear.

Wang Lao gasped, "This is it?"

Thinking so, Wang Lao stepped forward to check Lin Qingqing's pulse, "The pulse is stable, and the heart rate is normal."

Then he looked at Lin Qingqing's eyes and tongue, and said in disbelief: "Forgive the old man for being clumsy, I didn't see that Xiaoyou turned out to be a young medical saint." "

Young Doctor Saint?" Lin

Zifeng smiled noncommittally, "Elder Wang has won the award."

"I have studied acupuncture for 40 years, and I am really ashamed to see Xiaoyou's acupuncture today.

Mu Qingyu looked at the instrument with some surprise, although she couldn't judge the patient's condition by looking, smelling, and asking like Wang Lao, but she still understood the instrument.

"If you don't have surgery, you don't take medicine, and cerebral congestion will be cured like this?"

Mu Qingyu had just graduated from medical university, and he hadn't even heard of such a thing.

Wang Lao smiled a little proudly: "Chinese medicine is broad and profound, Xiaoyu, there are still many things you have to learn."

At this moment, a woman's angry roar came from outside the hospital room.

"Big fart, Wang Shangqing, you return my son's life. "