Hearing what she said, everyone was obviously stunned.
The two bodyguards were no longer calm: "Doctor Han, are you sure you want to use acupuncture? If there is something wrong with Mr. Min's health, can you be responsible?"
Mr. Min?
There was a burst of sighing around hearing these two words.
Someone seemed to have recognized this middle-aged man: "Isn't he Min Zhongxing?"
"Nonsense, apart from Min Zhongxing of Zhongxing Building, is there a second Mr. Min in Suzhou and Hangzhou?"
Someone nearby muttered, and after knowing the middle-aged man's true identity, the staff members became a little timid: "Doctor Han, why don't we wait for the ambulance..."
"I told you, it's too late."
Miss Han bit her teeth lightly and said, "I can only try acupuncture."
The two bodyguards looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little worried: they recognized Miss Han's degree certificate, but acupuncture...
It’s really unreliable!
In a modern society where modern medicine is respected, traditional medicine, both Eastern and Western, is already a thing of the past.
Acupuncture has basically become a talk in the streets and has become a unique skill in the hands of some folk masters.
As for Min Zhongxing, Mr. Min always stays in the special care ward for medical treatment. He hires the best doctors in Suzhou and Hangzhou and uses the most advanced equipment.
Compared with those, acupuncture seems too unreliable.
What's more, this Han girl had just tried several rounds of first aid, but it had no effect, which also made them suspicious.
But then again.
What if it’s really too late to wait for the ambulance?
Then if they stopped Dr. Han, wouldn't it be equivalent to indirectly killing Mr. Min?
The two bodyguards were looking at each other, and while she was hesitating, Miss Han couldn't help it anymore: "Mother-in-law, it's important to save people. I'll be responsible for anything that happens, okay?"
She took over all the responsibilities, and the two bodyguards had no objection: "Then you give it a try."
The girl surnamed Han took out a small box from her bag and opened it. There were several silver needles lying quietly in the alcohol cotton.
She called the bodyguard to help unbutton Mr. Min's shirt, and then carefully started to perform the acupuncture.
Because Mr. Min's condition was serious, the girl paid extra attention to every injection.
There was also sweat rolling down drop by drop on his forehead.
But after another round of treatment, there was still no movement from Mr. Min.
"how so?"
Miss Han clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth: "You shouldn't, wake up! Wake up!!"
Mr. Min didn't make any move.
I even thought that after all this trouble, my face became even more ugly, and it had gradually turned from livid to gray.
He looked like a dead person, and one couldn't help but wonder: if he opened his eyelids, could he see his dilated pupils?
Failed!
The people around me were trembling in their hearts.
The two bodyguards looked at her with something wrong in their eyes: When the higher authorities start to hold people accountable, she will be the first person responsible!
If she didn't take action, even if Mr. Min didn't wait for the ambulance to arrive, it could only be said that Mr. Min was unlucky.
But now, under her torment, Mr. Min's condition has become more serious, so of course she should be responsible.
This Korean girl didn't think so much.
She gritted her teeth and couldn't believe anything she said.
This set of acupuncture should obviously be able to revive him!
Can--
Many people around her looked at her with pitiful expressions: She is a very beautiful girl, but she has to stand out. This is great, has something happened?
Mr. Min is not an ordinary person, a wealthy man from Suhang and a real estate developer.
With these few injections, she left Mr. Min half dead. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive in Suzhou and Hangzhou in the future.
There were also a few people passing by who looked at Miss Han’s graceful figure and secretly lamented: What a pity it is for a beauty to suffer so much——
Miss Han turned a deaf ear to the sounds around her.
She didn't give up. She gritted her teeth and took out the silver needles one by one. After disinfecting them, she planned to try again.
According to her experience, after this set of acupuncture, Mr. Min will definitely be able to wake up and be out of danger.
Seeing her persistence, the bodyguards didn't stop her. One kept a close eye on her to prevent her from escaping, and the other was already calling to report the situation.
Miss Han gave the injection faster and more accurately this time.
He gently placed needle after needle on Mr. Min’s body.
This was very energy-consuming. Sweat slipped from her long eyelashes, blocking her sight several times.
Finally, when she came to the last injection, she wiped her sweat vigorously, and the hand holding the injection began to tremble.
She was afraid.
What should I do if Mr. Min still doesn't get better after taking this injection?
What if a life is really lost because of her?
What exactly is the problem?
The last injection was at Baihui point, but for a moment, Miss Han did not dare to take the injection. It could be seen that she was not as confident as before, and she was a little timid in the face of a living human life.
But not long after, the girl bit her teeth and snorted: "I don't believe it, I can't save you!"
"This needle Baihui, please wake me up!"
"No big deal, I'll pay for your life with my life!"
With that said, when the girl was about to place the needle, a cold voice came from behind: "This needle is wrong."
The voice was not loud, and it seemed even more indistinct when mixed in the noisy hall.
But Miss Han heard it clearly. She froze suddenly and turned her head to look for the source of the sound.
But I heard that cold voice continue: "Baihui belongs to Yang, and there is Yin in the Yang. It can access the Yin and Yang veins and connect the meridians all over the body. If this needle is inserted at night, he will wake up."
"Seeing as it's noon now and Yang Qi is in full swing, acupuncture at this acupoint will only make him feel dizzy and dizzy."
As the man kept talking one after another, Miss Han finally found Yang Bei, who looked as calm as water: "You, you..."
A layman doesn't understand. When someone calls out to remind someone, they can't understand what nonsense he is saying.
But Miss Han, an expert, immediately recognized the clues in Yang Bei's words, and seemed to have caught her own mistakes.
"Don't look at me, look at the patient, and focus."
Yang Bei's voice was indifferent: "Change the needle, it will turn white."
Miss Han nodded, quickly turned around, took a deep breath, returned the needle, found the Fubai point, and carefully inserted the needle.
One twist, one lift.
The acupuncture points on the head cannot be easily acupuncture, and the acupuncture cannot be too deep, because the entire skull is intact, and it is impossible to insert a silver needle into the bone.
So after just three minutes, Miss Han mentioned the silver needle.
Then, Mr. Min, who had looked ashen just now, suddenly twitched, his face turned red, and then he started coughing violently.
Everyone around was frightened, and the two bodyguards were about to hold Miss Han down and start questioning her, but they saw Mr. Min slowly opening his eyes and saying in pain: "I, what's wrong with me?"
"woke up!"
Miss Han breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped her sweat and told Mr. Min not to move, while he took off the other silver needles first.
During this period, Mr. Min also found out what happened and was very excited to thank Miss Han for saving her life. Everyone around them dispersed after watching the near miss.
Han Ruyi was also very excited.
Yang Bei's sentence "The needle is white", just like Hong Zhongda Lu, always lingers in her mind.
After taking them all off, she stood up excitedly and looked behind her, trying to find Yang Bei who had reminded her.
But the crowd was noisy, and Yang Bei's figure had long disappeared.
For a moment, the smile on Han Ruyi's face froze, and she asked sadly: "Where is he, others?"