In the ward, the doctors were still surrounding Gu Chong and talking about it.

After all, I've never seen anything like this.

Everyone took out their mobile phones and kept taking pictures and recording.

The expression of the chief doctor who just said that Jiang Le could not get better also changed:

"If you can pull out the worms from the patient's body, I think you are quite capable."

"But with multiple organ failure, recovery is impossible."

"No matter how mysterious the ancient acupuncture method you use, you can't make him..."

I haven't waited for the director to finish speaking.

Wang Chen pulled out the silver needles from Jiang Le's body one by one.

As the last silver needle was pulled out of the body, Jiang Le gasped violently.

His face, which was as pale as a dead man just now, has also regained its rosy color.

You know, as a dying person, there will be no reaction.

Now, I started breathing on my own!

Not only that, the various equipment used to detect Jiang Le’s vital signs...

The data is also back to normal.

The chief doctor was shocked, shook his head and said:

"How can this be!"

"A patient with multiple organ failure can actually return to normal. This..."

Everything that happened before his eyes was completely beyond the chief doctor's understanding.

Time is passing quickly.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Le's data were no different from those of normal people.

It's just that I haven't woken up yet and still need to rest.

Wang Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air and comforted Jiang Tian softly:

"Don't worry, your brother has recovered."

"It only takes a while to adjust, and then everything will get better."

Jiang Tian covered her mouth with a look of confusion on her face.

After she came to her senses, she hugged Wang Chen's arm excitedly.

For a while, I couldn't say even a single word.

Wang Chen smiled at her, then turned to look at the director who looked shocked and speechless:

"What are you barking at?"

"Since you think it's impossible, why not check the patient's body yourself?"

"Dare you?"

The director's expression was ugly, as if he had just drank dog urine and his face turned red.

He bravely came to Jiang Le, prepared the equipment, and checked his body.

A few minutes later, the director was so shocked that he was shaking all over and said in a trembling voice:

"Surprisingly, it actually got better..."

"What exactly is going on!"

Jiang Tian was ecstatic, hugged Wang Chen's arm, and said excitedly:

"Wang Chen, thank you, really thank you!"

"You are my brother's savior. From now on, I will work hard for you!"

Wang Chen didn't take it to heart, but looked at Jiang Tian with some emotion and whispered:

"You and I are both old classmates, so there's no need to be so polite."

"Come on, let me bandage the bruises on your body."

With that said, he pulled Jiang Tian into a nearby ward and asked Jiang Tian to take off her clothes.

Jiang Tian obediently took off her clothes, revealing the bruises on her back.

The injury was horrifying, and the veins on Wang Chen's forehead were jumping wildly.

I simply can't imagine how my old classmate has survived all these years.

A few minutes later.

Wang Chen finished treating Jiang Tian's injuries and pulled Jiang Tian, ​​who was blushing, out of the ward.

Ji Qiu hurried over, lowered his head and said respectfully:

"Sir, I never thought that you could use such mysterious acupuncture techniques!"

"This acupuncture technique has been lost for hundreds of years. Who is your master?"

"I want to make friends with you!"

Seeing the other party being so straightforward, Wang Chen smiled faintly:

"You are one of the few people among these people who has some discernment."

Ji Qiu became even more excited and couldn't help but asked:

"Sir, the acupuncture method you used...should be the Seven-Star Xuanxian Acupuncture, right?!"

Wang Chen hummed and said calmly:

"It is indeed the Seven Star Mysterious Immortal Needle."

Although he had already guessed in his mind, when he learned that it was really the Seven-Star Mysterious Immortal Needle, Ji Qiu was so excited that he trembled all over:

"But, the Seven-Star Mysterious Immortal Needle has been lost for hundreds of years. Who are you..."

The words are not finished yet.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

After Ji Qiu answered the phone, he said in a deep voice:

"Xu Lao is dead! He died in the mountains and seas."

"You should come over quickly to take care of the funeral affairs."

Ji Qiu's pupils widened in shock:

"What!"

That’s an old man!

One of the directors of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and a director of the Feng Shui Association!

He actually died in Shanhai, and moreover, someone deliberately killed him?!

Ji Qiu did not dare to stay any longer, so he hurriedly said hello to Wang Chen and left quickly.

For such a high-ranking and powerful figure, if one mistake is made, he will suffer disaster.

He couldn't help but not be impatient.

As soon as Ji Qiu left, the dean and the other doctors looked at Wang Chen in awe.

No one dares to be presumptuous again.

As for the chief doctor who had high self-esteem just now, he left with his tail between his legs and did not dare to say anything.

Jiang Tian wanted to stay and take care of his younger brother, so Wang Chen gave a few instructions and headed to Zhao's house.

Zhao Yuru's father passed away, which hit Zhao Yuru hard.

The little girl looked pale and seemed to have not slept well all night.

Zhou Minqiu sat on the side, speechless and feeling very painful in his heart.

Wang Chen held Zhao Yuru's hand and said softly:

"Yuru, things are unpredictable, you have to cheer up."

"No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

"Uncle doesn't want you to look sad every day. Please relax a little, okay?"

Zhao Yuru burst into tears, threw herself into Wang Chen's arms, and kept making choking sounds.

Where can I tell half a word?

Zhou Minqiu looked at him with complicated eyes:
To be continued...