"Hua Lao reborn Hua Tuo, and he ate more salt than you eat. How dare you slander Mr. Hua?"
"The three talents are connected to the secluded, the peerless magic needle, we are not familiar with it. What kind of ninth needle do you know, a young man?
"Young man, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Please apologize quickly." Not only did the Song family's nephews shouted to Ye Fan, but Chen Jishi and the others also scolded him with a stern face, hoping to press Ye Fan to the ground and rub him.
Questioning national players like Hua Qingfeng is to question their group, their vision and medical skills.
Hua Qingfeng also stared at Ye Fan with a dark face, but in his anger, he still had a hint of solemnity.
Zhu Changsheng frowned. Although he felt that Ye Fan was inappropriate in his words, he didn't say anything. After experiencing the wife's affairs, he trusted Ye Fan unconditionally.
Ye Fan said that there was something wrong with the ninth needle, so there must be something wrong with the ninth needle.
"Everyone, calm down."
After Song Jinyu looked at Ye Fan for a while, he waved his hand to signal everyone present to quiet: "This is a doctor brought by Mr. Zhu. Although he is young, he must be a little standard and will not talk nonsense."
He added: "Listen to his explanation." Zhu Changsheng nodded slightly: "Yes, I am not a waste, I have something in my hand."
When he heard that it was the doctor brought by Zhu Changsheng, nearly 100 people were a little quieter, but he was still full of contempt for Ye Fan.
"What can I have at such a young age?"
"I guess Mr. Zhu was blinded by him." "Sancai Tongyou is not something he has seen. I probably don't know the first needle, and I'll have the ninth needle."
Everyone whispered to Ye Fan.
Several female members of the Song family also disagreed with it, thinking that Ye Fan pretended to be outstanding and showed off.
"Old Hua, I respect you very much."
Ye Fan looked at Hua Qingfeng: "I also know that you saved people not for money, but really want Mr. Song to be good."
"But out of responsibility for the patient, I still want to advise you to be cautious."
"You should know whether the ninth needle is an isolated needle or you can figure it out yourself."
"One injection will lead to death, one injection will lead to death, Mr. Hua, thinks three times."
After saying that, Ye Fan's eyes flashed over the middle-aged fat woman, and she saw her dull eyes becoming sharp and she stared at Hua Qingfeng motionlessly.
Before Chen Jishi and the others could speak, Hua Qingfeng asked coldly: "Do you understand the Three Talents and the Secrets?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Learn a little."
"Hmph, ignorant boy!"
It would be fine if I didn't say it, but when I said it, Hua Qingfeng's face suddenly became cold: "Three talents are peerless magic needles. I spent decades to find the lonely book, and I learned it for a year before I could barely master the nine needles."
"Which do you know is the three talents that can lead to the secrets?"
"Don't just look at a few local stalls and you're going to be sensational. This will embarrass you and will cost you a price."
"If young people want to achieve success, the most important thing is to be down-to-earth and work hard step by step, rather than being arrogant."
"Otherwise, nothing will be accomplished sooner or later, and Mr. Zhu's trust will be disappointed."
Hua Qingfeng scolded Ye Fan and reminded Zhu Changsheng not to be deceived.
Song Jinyu looked at Zhu Changsheng and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Zhu, which hospital is this little brother from?" Zhu Changsheng smiled faintly: "I invited it from Longdu, so I won't be a liar."
Chen Jishi labeled Ye Fan: "Isn't it a liar, that's the young man who is just a young man?"
"Old Hua doesn't believe it, even if the injection is ready."
"As soon as the ninth needle fell, Mr. Song would tremble all over, his eyes were bulging, his mouth was bleeding, and he would curl up into a ball and die."
Ye Fan did not give Hua Qingfeng any face: "Because the eight needles in the previous book were clearing, and the ninth needle you figured out was blocking."
"The blood and essence released by the eight needles were about to indulge in the meridians of the body, but they were blindly blocked by your ninth needle."
"The result will inevitably reverse bloodlines, damage to the five internal organs, and life will not be preserved."
Ye Fan ignored the hostile gazes of dozens of people and told them out the symptoms and reasons in one breath.
The women of the Song family were stunned when they heard this, as if they were a little surprised Ye Fan was full of confidence, but soon he was disdainful again.
Ye Fan's age, let alone the knowledge of the three talents, he is probably not familiar with acupuncture, so why should he question Hua Qingfeng?
"Indulge in a wild way, it's a big splash. It's a pity that there is nothing useful."
Mr. Chen snorted coldly: "At a young age, if you don't study well, you will be sensational."
"Xiao Chen, stop talking to him."
Hua Qingfeng thought about the needle technique, straightened his body and looked at Ye Fan and said, "Young man, today, I will let you see if this ninth needle harms or saves people?"
"If you have this needle, if Mr. Song has something to do, I will give you the Qingfeng Hall in Longdu."
"If Mr. Song is fine, you will not be allowed to practice medicine in the future, so as to avoid harming others and yourself, and will also cause trouble to Mr. Zhu."
He directly made a bet with Ye Fan: "Young man, can you dare to face the challenge?"
Song Jinyu hurriedly spoke up and said: "Old Hua, please calm down. The young man is ignorant. Forget it, forget it." "Other things can be counted. This question of my medical skills cannot be counted."
Hua Qingfeng looked at Ye Fan with a cold look: "Didn't you think I'm trying the ninth needle by myself?
Stand out and fight with me.”
Chen Jishi and the others also sneered at Ye Fan, not thinking that he had the courage to fight. After all, liars dared not see the truth.
Several female members of the Song family even curled their lips and believed that Ye Fan wanted to be a turtle with a head-reducing turtle.
How could Ye Fan challenge a national player like Mr. Hua?
Zhu Changsheng frowned slightly, trying to say something but Ye Fan stopped him.
Ye Fan smiled: "Okay, if Mr. Hua's ninth apnea doesn't have any problems, I will no longer practice medicine in the future and will go back to the countryside to stay."
"One word is determined."
Hua Qingfeng also stopped Song Jinyu from speaking, and then cast the ninth needle at Song Wansan.
After some operation, soon, Song Wansan had another red line on his body, making his face even more rosy.
The originally thin and stiff hands began to shake, making people feel the vitality above.
Ye Fan discovered that the middle-aged fat nurse who was originally tense of her nerves had returned to her initial dullness.
"That's great, it's great, Mr. Song's situation has improved."
"I haven't seen this kind of rosy for a long time. This is the circulation of blood and vitality."
"Mr. Song, can you hear me?"
Seeing that Song Wansan's situation gradually improved, Chen Jishi and the others cheered for Hua Qingfeng, and did not forget to sarcastically sarcasticly at Ye Fan: "This kid is going home to feed the pigs."
The female members of the Song family also gloated and looked at Ye Fan.
"Ah--" At this moment, Song Wansan, whose cheeks were rosy, suddenly screamed strangely, and his whole body trembled, and his eyes were bulging like a dead fish.
Before Hua Qingfeng could reach out to support him, he let out another mouthful of blood.
The next second, Song Wansan's body curled up uncontrollably, as if a cooked prawn had just been cured.
At the same time, the instrument alarm sounds like a beep - life is in danger.