The man with the needle and thread in his hand squatted down and started threading the needle and thread. Then, he rejoined the severed bones on the chopping board and sewed them together stitch by stitch.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of everyone present were distorted, and they couldn't help but let out a soft cry, then closed their eyes, and some timidly left the crowd.
At this time, Zhang Fan finally squeezed into the crowd and came to the old man's side. He quickly squatted down and pressed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand on the old man's pulse.
"Hmm?" The next moment, Zhang Fan heard a "Hmm" from his mouth.
"What's wrong? Mr. Zhang?" Xiao Chong asked.
"Carefully feel the aura fluctuations on the old man's body." Zhang Fan looked at Xiao Chong inexplicably and said.
Then, Zhang Fan looked at the middle-aged man in leather jacket opposite who was sewing up the old man's arm, and said with a serious face: "Stop sewing, the old man can still be saved."
"How can we save the old man? He has no breath." The man in leather clothes continued to sew and said disapprovingly.
"The absence of breath does not prove that a person is completely dead. Sometimes, the absence of breath is just a precursor to death." Zhang Fan said.
"Quickly cut off the stitches you just sewed, and I'll save the old man." Zhang Fan continued.
The man in leather clothes frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Fan. He is the doctor at the village health center. He has been practicing medicine for so many years and is rarely questioned in the village. Moreover, whenever someone dies in the village, he is the one who comes to confirm.
Whether he was dead or not was questioned today, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy, let alone a young man like Zhang Fan who was twenty or thirty years younger than him.
Seeing that the man in leather clothes had not made any move, a middle-aged man with a moustache and a mustache immediately picked up the scissors and cut off the sewn position.
This man is the old man's son. Now that someone says his father can be saved, he is naturally willing to cooperate fully.
Zhang Fan glanced at the middle-aged man with a mustache and nodded slightly.
Zhang Fan quickly took out the silver needle from the cloth bag, took out three silver needles one after another, and pierced the old man's broken arm. The wound that was still bleeding out suddenly stopped.
Seeing this scene, a look of horror appeared on the faces of everyone present. This... this is amazing, right? The man in leather clothes has been practicing medicine for so many years, but he has never seen such a superb method. At this time, he even
Some believe Zhang Fan's words, this old man may really not be dead!
Xiao Chong and the others looked at each other in surprise. Zhang Fan's status in the hearts of the three of them was already very high. At such an age, he not only had Taoism far beyond ordinary people, but also had powerful Qi strength. Now he has more
Zhang Fan's superb medical skills were so powerful that Zhang Fan's status could not help but be raised to a higher level in the hearts of the three of them.
The next moment, I saw Zhang Fan, using the technique of controlling Qi needles to set up a medical array on the old man's body. The medical array arranged by Zhang Fan was none other than a Qi transfer array that condensed the vitality in the body.
Anger is the basis for human survival. Every inch of skin and every organ of the human body can be revitalized through the nourishment of anger.
The old man in front of him showed signs of dying due to excessive blood loss. There were no other injuries on his body. Due to excessive blood loss,
His heart function was somewhat failing. Zhang Fan's main purpose in mobilizing this vitality was to nourish his heart with vitality and make the signs of failure gradually disappear.
At this time, Zhang Fan had mobilized all the vitality in the old man's body, gathering it at the heart, nourishing the heart that was on the verge of stopping working.
Time passed by minute by second, and everyone was nervously staring at the old man lying on the ground. Zhang Fan felt the old man's pulse while staring at the old man's face.
Moisturized by the vitality, the old man's pulse gradually became stronger. The black energy condensed in his Yintang position gradually became smaller and the flow speed gradually accelerated.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction.
Five minutes passed quickly, and the skin folds appeared again on the stretched skin on the old man's forehead.
The skin on the forehead of the dying old man will almost completely open and appear smooth, while the forehead of the old man in normal life form will have wrinkles.
"cough……"
The next moment, a light cough came from the old man's mouth.
Hearing this slight cough, everyone looked at Zhang Fan from the horror before to the shock now.
"The old man really came to life!"
"I really didn't expect it! The old man really came back to life. This is a miracle doctor!"
"..."
Everyone present was exclaiming and discussing, and even gave Zhang Fan a thumbs up.
The man in leather clothes also looked at Zhang Fan with strong admiration.
Xiao Chong and the other three nodded seriously, deeply impressed by Zhang Fan's power.
Just when everyone was shocked and praising Zhang Fan, a scene that surprised everyone happened again. They saw that the broken position of the old man's right arm had regrown flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"this……"
"this……"
The villagers pointed to the location of the old man's broken arm and were shocked speechless. At this time, the word "shocked" was no longer enough to describe their mood.
The hand Zhang Fan displayed in front of them was astonishing!
Five minutes later, smooth skin regenerated from the fracture on the old man's arm.
Although the old man coughed slightly, he did not wake up. Due to excessive blood loss, he was still in a coma. However, his breathing had recovered and he looked like a normal person again.
Zhang Fan looked at the old man's son and the man with the mustache said: "Take off all your mourning clothes and carry your father to the kang as soon as possible. The old man will catch a cold if he stays here for a long time."
"Hey!" The man with the mustache responded quickly, and then, together with the villagers surrounding the old man, they carried his father onto the kang.
"Don't be stunned. Hurry up and get some nutritional medicine and blood-replenishing medicine, and give it to the old man so that he wakes up as soon as possible." Zhang Fan looked at the man in leather and said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the man in leather clothes was slightly startled. He was not wearing a white coat today. How did Zhang Fan know that he was a doctor?
"What are you doing standing still? Go quickly!" Zhang Fan continued after the man in leather was stunned.
"Okay! I'll get it right away, I'll get it right away," the man in leather clothes said repeatedly. After saying that, he walked quickly outside.
"Mr. Zhang, you have once again refreshed our world view today!" Xiao Chong walked up to Zhang Fan and praised him, but there was still a hint of bitterness in his tone.
I really agree with this sentence, comparing people to others will lead to death, and comparing goods to goods will lead to throwing away. This is the truest feeling in Xiao Chong's heart.