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

He inherited the miraculous doctor from the ghost sect and could be regarded as the ancestor of Chinese medicine. He couldn't stand it when someone belittled Chinese medicine in person.

The optician doctor snorted coldly: "You are so brazen, but you are responsible for it. You think you know a little about medical skills, so you dare to talk nonsense here. If there is something wrong with this child, you will be responsible for your life?!"

Lin Zifeng's eyes turned cold, "If you insist on pulling out the needle, you are killing people's lives!"

"Hmph, I think you are the one who wants to kill people. If you still pretend to know nothing, get out of here!" the doctor with glasses snorted coldly.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang shook his head helplessly: "If the family agrees, just take it out. These silver needles can only suppress toxins for a few days."

Mr. Wang knew that Lin Zifeng was fighting for the traditional Chinese medicine, but it was a pity that he couldn't cure the child's poison, let alone Lin Zifeng.

"I hope you can really cure this child!"

Mr. Wang sighed softly.

"I agree to remove the needle, as long as it can save my child." The child's mother Li Wenya nodded repeatedly and quickly signed the treatment notice.

Watching the child being taken away, Mr. Wang cleaned the silver needle with alcohol and handed it to Lin Zifeng.

"You can see that I used silver needles to suppress his toxins, which means you really understand acupuncture. I'll lend you this set of silver needles."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang."

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

Mr. Wang was curious and followed closely behind Lin Zifeng.

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

Mr. Wang narrowed his eyes and said, "Interesting."

Lin Qingqing, who was in the hospital bed, also knew that there was congestion at the edge of the nerves in the brain, and the risks were extremely high whether it was acupuncture or surgery.

Lin Zifeng raised his hand,

The first silver needle was inserted into Lin Qingqing's Shenting point.

Mr. Wang was shocked. The Shenting point is on the head and contains the skull. You need to be very careful when inserting the needle, otherwise it will be easy to miss.

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

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

But then Lin Zifeng administered seven stitches in a row, almost dumbfounding Mr. Wang.

Each needle is fast, the acupuncture point is accurate, and the force and position of the needle are as stable as a mountain without any mistakes.

At this time, Mr. Wang looked at Lin Zifeng, and only four words came to 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.

Mr. Wang gasped, "Is this it?"

With this in mind, Mr. Wang stepped forward and felt 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: "I'm sorry for my blindness, but I didn't realize that my little friend turned out to be a young medical sage."

"Young Medical Saint?"

Lin Zifeng smiled noncommittally, "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"I have been studying acupuncture for forty years. I saw my little friend's acupuncture today and I feel really ashamed."

Mu Qingyu looked at the instrument in surprise. Although she could not judge the patient's condition by looking, smelling and asking like Mr. Wang, she still understood the instrument.

"Without surgery or medicine, will the cerebral congestion be cured like this?"

Mu Qingyu had just graduated from the Medical University, and had never heard or even heard of such a thing.

Mr. Wang smiled somewhat proudly and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound, Xiaoyu, you still have a lot to learn."

At this moment, a woman's extremely angry roar came from outside the ward.

"Bo big ass, Wang Shangqing, you give my son his life." "I'm responsible. Also, Chinese medicine is profound and profound. If you don't understand, don't belittle Chinese medicine." Lin Zifeng shouted.

He inherited the miraculous doctor from the ghost sect and could be regarded as the ancestor of Chinese medicine. He couldn't stand it when someone belittled Chinese medicine in person.

The optician doctor snorted coldly: "You are so brazen, but you are responsible for it. You think you know a little about medical skills, so you dare to talk nonsense here. If there is something wrong with this child, you will be responsible for your life?!"

Lin Zifeng's eyes turned cold, "If you insist on pulling out the needle, you are killing people's lives!"

"Hmph, I think you are the one who wants to kill people. If you still pretend to know nothing, get out of here!" the doctor with glasses snorted coldly.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang shook his head helplessly: "If the family agrees, just take it out. These silver needles can only suppress toxins for a few days."

Mr. Wang knew that Lin Zifeng was fighting for the traditional Chinese medicine, but it was a pity that he couldn't cure the child's poison, let alone Lin Zifeng.

"I hope you can really cure this child!"

Mr. Wang sighed softly.

"I agree to remove the needle, as long as it can save my child." The child's mother Li Wenya nodded repeatedly and quickly signed the treatment notice.

Watching the child being taken away, Mr. Wang cleaned the silver needle with alcohol and handed it to Lin Zifeng.

"You can see that I used silver needles to suppress his toxins, which means you really understand acupuncture. I'll lend you this set of silver needles."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang."

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

Mr. Wang was curious and followed closely behind Lin Zifeng.

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

Mr. Wang narrowed his eyes and said, "Interesting."

Lin Qingqing, who was in the hospital bed, also knew that there was congestion at the edge of the nerves in the brain, and the risks were extremely high whether it was acupuncture or surgery.

Lin Zifeng raised his hand,

The first silver needle was inserted into Lin Qingqing's Shenting point.

Mr. Wang was shocked. The Shenting point is on the head and contains the skull. You need to be very careful when inserting the needle, otherwise it will be easy to miss.

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

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

But then Lin Zifeng administered seven stitches in a row, almost dumbfounding Mr. Wang.

Each needle is fast, the acupuncture point is accurate, and the force and position of the needle are as stable as a mountain without any mistakes.

At this time, Mr. Wang looked at Lin Zifeng, and only four words came to 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.

Mr. Wang gasped, "Is this it?"

With this in mind, Mr. Wang stepped forward and felt 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: "I'm sorry for my blindness, but I didn't realize that my little friend turned out to be a young medical sage."

"Young Medical Saint?"

Lin Zifeng smiled noncommittally, "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"I have been studying acupuncture for forty years. I saw my little friend's acupuncture today and I feel really ashamed."

Mu Qingyu looked at the instrument in surprise. Although she could not judge the patient's condition by looking, smelling and asking like Mr. Wang, she still understood the instrument.

"Without surgery or medicine, will the cerebral congestion be cured like this?"

Mu Qingyu had just graduated from the Medical University, and had never heard or even heard of such a thing.

Mr. Wang smiled somewhat proudly and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound, Xiaoyu, you still have a lot to learn."

At this moment, a woman's extremely angry roar came from outside the ward.
Chapter completed!