Wen Zehui and a few old men walked in immediately and asked: "Director Zhou, what's going on?"

Only then did Director Zhou come back to his senses and look at Wen Zehe. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just raised his finger and pointed at the little boy on the hospital bed.

"Deputy Dean, take a look for yourself. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I would doubt it was a fake."

Wen Zewei was even more surprised. What happened could make the director of the Orthopedics Department of their Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital so shocked.

Although Wen Zewei also knew that Director Zhou had some misconduct in medical ethics, because Director Zhou was also very talented and knowledgeable, he turned a blind eye and did not investigate further.

At this time, he looked at the little boy on the hospital bed. He was also very experienced and could see at a glance that the little boy's bones had recovered.

"This child's dented ribs have healed? This is a good thing."

Wen Zewei said subconsciously, but as soon as he said these words, he was stunned.

Because he also knew the child's condition. Even if he underwent surgery, no one in Anjiang City could say that he would be completely sure of his recovery.

But this hasn't happened yet, how can I recover? Could it be that my lungs were injured?

With this in mind, Wen Zehe looked at the instrument and saw that everything about the little boy was normal and there was nothing abnormal.

Seemingly sensing Wen Zelu's doubts, Director Zhou said slowly: "He is a young man. He used three hairs to perfectly restore the child's ribs without any surgery or damage to the lungs."

"How can this be?!!"

Wen Zewei subconsciously said that if Director Zhou had not said this, he would even suspect that someone was joking with him.

Several old men around Wen Zewei were also a little confused. One of them asked: "Old Wen, what's going on?"

"Lao Jin, this child's ribs are sunken, less than five millimeters from his lungs. The situation is very dangerous. But now, he doesn't even need an operation.

People were cured with hair.”

Upon hearing this, several doctors who were veterans in the medical field were stunned. Jin Wenshan strode forward and got closer to observe the condition of the little boy's abdomen.

After a while, he took out a magnifying glass with some surprise and saw the tiny pinhole left by the Tianzi silver needle.

"This is……"

Jin Wenshan's face changed wildly, and a bold and crazy idea was born in his heart!

"Old Wen, come and see if these pinholes on this child's body were left by the Tianzi silver needle?"

When Jin Wenshan said these words, Wen Zehui and several other old men were shocked.

"Old Jin, you must have read it wrong, right? Let's not talk about whether there are Tianzi-sized silver needles in this era. Even if there are, who can use Tianzi-sized silver needles for acupuncture?"

Although he said this, Wen Zelu walked up quickly, took Jin Wenshan's magnifying glass, and carefully observed the few pinholes left on the little boy's body.

After a while, his eyes widened and his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

"Heaven... the silver needle of Tianzi size has reappeared in the world, and there are still people who can use the silver needle of Tianzi size!!"

Several other old men also rushed forward to observe in disbelief, and finally came to the same conclusion.

That is, the pinholes on the little boy's body are really left by the long-lost Tianzi-shaped silver needle.

In fact, if someone in this world could come up with a Tianzi-sized silver needle, these top doctors in the medical field would not be too surprised.

But what they saw now was someone using Tianzihao silver needles to treat illnesses and save people, so they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Director Zhou, please tell me in detail what is going on?"

Wen Zetao's hands trembled with excitement, and his voice was a little uneasy, because he knew very well that this man who used Tianzi silver needles to treat diseases had definitely touched the ceiling of Daxia's traditional Chinese medicine. Wen Zetao and several old men

He immediately walked in and asked, "Director Zhou, what's going on?"

Only then did Director Zhou come back to his senses and look at Wen Zehe. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just raised his finger and pointed at the little boy on the hospital bed.

"Deputy Dean, take a look for yourself. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I would doubt it was a fake."

Wen Zewei was even more surprised. What happened could make the director of the Orthopedics Department of their Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital so shocked.

Although Wen Zewei also knew that Director Zhou had some misconduct in medical ethics, because Director Zhou was also very talented and knowledgeable, he turned a blind eye and did not investigate further.

At this time, he looked at the little boy on the hospital bed. He was also very experienced and could see at a glance that the little boy's bones had recovered.

"This child's dented ribs have healed? This is a good thing." .??.

Wen Zewei said subconsciously, but as soon as he said these words, he was stunned.

Because he also knew the child's condition. Even if he underwent surgery, no one in Anjiang City could say that he would be completely sure of his recovery.

But this hasn't happened yet, how can I recover? Could it be that my lungs were injured?

With this in mind, Wen Zehe looked at the instrument and saw that everything about the little boy was normal and there was nothing abnormal.

Seemingly sensing Wen Zelu's doubts, Director Zhou said slowly: "He is a young man. He used three hairs to perfectly restore the child's ribs without any surgery or damage to the lungs."

"How can this be?!!"

Wen Zewei subconsciously said that if Director Zhou had not said this, he would even suspect that someone was joking with him.

Several old men around Wen Zewei were also a little confused. One of them asked: "Old Wen, what's going on?"

"Lao Jin, this child's ribs are sunken, less than five millimeters from his lungs. The situation is very dangerous. But now, he doesn't even need an operation.

People were cured with hair.”

Upon hearing this, several doctors who were veterans in the medical field were stunned. Jin Wenshan strode forward and got closer to observe the condition of the little boy's abdomen.

After a while, he took out a magnifying glass with some surprise and saw the tiny pinhole left by the Tianzi silver needle.

"This is……"

Jin Wenshan's face changed wildly, and a bold and crazy idea was born in his heart!

"Old Wen, come and see if these pinholes on this child's body were left by the Tianzi silver needle?"

When Jin Wenshan said these words, Wen Zehui and several other old men were shocked.

"Old Jin, you must have read it wrong, right? Let's not talk about whether there are Tianzi-sized silver needles in this era. Even if there are, who can use Tianzi-sized silver needles for acupuncture?"

Although he said this, Wen Zelu walked up quickly, took Jin Wenshan's magnifying glass, and carefully observed the few pinholes left on the little boy's body.

After a while, his eyes widened and his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

"Heaven... the silver needle of Tianzi size has reappeared in the world, and there are still people who can use the silver needle of Tianzi size!!"

Several other old men also rushed forward to observe in disbelief, and finally came to the same conclusion.

That is, the pinholes on the little boy's body are really left by the long-lost Tianzi-shaped silver needle.

In fact, if someone in this world could come up with a Tianzi-sized silver needle, these top doctors in the medical field would not be too surprised.

But what they saw now was someone using Tianzihao silver needles to treat illnesses and save people, so they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Director Zhou, please tell me in detail what is going on?"
Chapter completed!