Urban ancient fairy doctor

Ye Bufan asked the young man to carry his father to an examination bed nearby, face down and back up, and then take off his shirt, revealing his naked upper body.

Then he took out a silver needle and stabbed an acupuncture point on his back.

Compared with the last time, he applied the needle much slower this time. After inserting the silver needle, he pulled and lifted it, and then flicked it at the end of the needle.

Then a shocking scene happened. The tail of the silver needle kept trembling, as if it was equipped with an electric motor.

"Is this a luck needle?"

Everyone else was watching the excitement, but Wang Xuande saw the brilliance of this acupuncture technique and immediately screamed.

Qi luck acupuncture is the name of ancient Chinese medicine. At that time, Chinese medicine talked about the integration of medicine, martial arts and xuan. Most doctors were proficient in martial arts and at least had inner qi.

As for traditional Chinese medicine, which has been passed down to this day, Qi Lun Acupuncture has been lost for many years. Although he is known as the King of Divine Acupuncture, he cannot perform this acupuncture technique.

Unexpectedly, the young man in his 20s before him actually used the Qi Luck Needle.

What shocked him was not only that. After Ye Bufan inserted more than a dozen needles in succession, Wang Xuande once again saw the clues of this acupuncture method.

His eyes widened in shock, and the beard on his chin jumped in shock.

"Nine soul-reviving needles, are these the nine soul-reviving needles?"

The Nine Soul-Reviving Needles have been at the pinnacle of acupuncture for thousands of years in the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine. It can be said to be the highest level of acupuncture technology.

It's a pity that it has been lost in recent years, and only fragments of records can be seen in ancient books.

Because of this, he looked at it for a long time before confirming that Ye Bufan was using the Nine Soul-Reviving Needles.

In the end, his face became extremely ugly again. Although their Wang Family's Five Phoenix Chaoyang Acupuncture Technique was not bad, it was far inferior to the Soul-Reviving Nine Acupuncture Technique. It was even said that it was not on the same level at all.

No wonder Ye Bufan ignored the Five Phoenix Chaoyang Needle before. No matter who knows this supreme acupuncture method, he will not pay attention to other acupuncture methods.

Wang Guoan watched his grandfather yelling and yelling with a look of disapproval on his face, even a little contemptuous, feeling that this was really embarrassing.

In his eyes, the other party's acupuncture method was not much different from his own acupuncture, and the effect was probably not much better.

Wang Xuande shook his head with a look of despair. His grandson was really a waste. He was completely ignorant and fearless.

Now that the other party has used the Nine Soul-Reviving Needles, he has already lost more than half of this bet and can only give up the hope of winning.

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Count on luck.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Bufan once again took out the silver needles one by one for exactly 10 minutes.

"Okay, you can get up and walk now."

"Really? Am I really fine?"

The middle-aged man looked in disbelief, but he slowly sat up from the bed as Ye Bufan said, then put on his shoes and stood on the ground tentatively.

"One step...two steps...three steps..."

Under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man took steps forward step by step.

It was a bit difficult and cautious at first, but after taking a dozen steps, it completely returned to normal and started walking in stride.

"Well, I'm really well... great, I can walk again..."

The middle-aged man was extremely excited. After walking around in circles for a few times, he suddenly walked up to Ye Bufan and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Thank you, little miracle doctor, you are my great benefactor."

Since the injury, all the family's savings have been spent on medical treatment, especially Wang Guo'an's words just now have completely plunged him into despair.

If it costs 300,000 yuan to treat a disease, even if it is guaranteed to be cured, the family cannot afford it anyway.

"Uncle, get up, there's no need for this. I'm a doctor and it's my duty to treat you."

Ye Bufan said, helping the middle-aged man stand up from the ground.

"Did you see that? This is what a doctor is, this is medical ethics..."

"Bullshit Divine Needle King, his medical skills are so bad, he can't even compare to the little miracle doctor..."

"Two out of three rounds, the little miracle doctor has won. Get out of the hospital quickly. How can such a person with no ability or medical ethics be called the King of Magic Needles..."

For a moment, the people around him became agitated, cheering for Ye Bufan, while some denounced Wang Xuande and his grandson.

At this moment, Wang Xuande's face was ashen. He was still in high spirits when he had just performed the free clinic, but he didn't expect that he would lose the medical center in the blink of an eye.

Wang Guoan also lost his previous arrogance and whispered: "Grandpa, what should we do? We won't really give the hospital to them, right?"

Wang Xuande didn't say anything, but he knew that his medical clinic was gone, and if someone else did the notarization, he might still be in trouble.

But the bet was clearly signed, and the person standing in front of him was the head of the China Pharmaceutical Administration. Even if he wanted to default on the debt, he didn't have the courage.

"Young people, the future is scary. With your Chinese medicine, I see hope."

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Yang Zhengdao and his wife looked at Ye Bufan with admiration in their eyes.

Turning around, he looked at Wang Xuande again: "Mr. Wang, I judge Xiaoye to win this bet, do you have any objection?"

"I have no objection. I have indeed lost the best of three rounds. I am willing to admit defeat. I am willing to hand over the Divine Acupuncture King's Medical Clinic."

At this point, Wang Xuande changed the topic and said, "But the three games agreed upon must be completed to the end."

Yang Zhengdao said: "The winner has been decided, is there any need to compete again?"

"Of course." Wang Xuande said, "Although we competed for two games, I haven't made a move yet. I have been watching this little brother treat people. There must be a chance to make a move."

After hearing what he said, Yang Zhengdao and everyone present understood.

The old man lost two games in a row, and he was still a little embarrassed. Although the last game had nothing to do with the outcome, he still had to save some face.

Otherwise, if he loses two games in a row and is crushed by a young man, if word spreads, he may not be able to raise his head in the imperial capital in the future.

To put it bluntly, Wang Xuande wanted to fight for honor.

Yang Zhengdao said: "Xiaoye, what do you mean?"

Ye Bufan said: "I don't care. Since the old gentleman is interested, let's compete again."

"Well, the first two games are really easy and not too difficult. In the third game we must choose a difficult disease."

Wang Xuande saw that it was not easy to win over the young man in front of him. He could only base his hopes on his years of medical experience, so he decided to find difficult and complicated diseases as a competition topic.

"Can."

Ye Bufan nodded without hesitation.

Wang Xuande turned to look at everyone present: "Everyone, if you think you have a difficult or complicated disease, please come forward and I will treat him for free."

"Here I come, doctor. I have a difficult case."

While talking, a young man in his 20s walked out of the crowd with his hands raised in the air. He was wearing a white shirt on his upper body, a pair of large shorts on his lower body, and a pair of slippers on his feet.

He looked casually dressed, but his face was full of pain.

Behind him was a bearded middle-aged man, who seemed to be the young man's father.

Wang Xuande glanced at him: "Okay, you can put your hands down. Tell me slowly what your illness is."

The young man still raised his hands and said, "Doctor, my problem is that I can't put my hands down."