Ye Fan's words were expressed, and the Chinese and Western doctors present immediately became uproar, and many people looked bad.
Hua Yanyu also had a gloomy face.
In the past twenty years, there have been no more than 1,000 people who have treated Ye Zhendong, and Hua Qingfeng has been following him.
The conclusions they came to were the same, the meridians were damaged and the qi and blood were not smooth, rather than what Ye Fan said that the heart knot caused.
Moreover, in their cognition, what is destroyed by Ye Zhendong's spirit is related to paralysis of both legs?
So they all looked at Ye Fan with cold eyebrows.
Hua Qingfeng glanced over when he heard this and saw Ye Fan very happy.
He was about to speak out, but he saw his granddaughter step forward, staring at Ye Fan and shouting:
"Ye Fan, is it you again?"
"I have only heard of heart knots and heart knots, and I have never heard of heart knots that will become paralyzed."
"Last time I was fooled by you in Tiancheng, but this time I want to come and attract attention?"
"I tell you, my grandfather and the others have been miraculous doctors for many years, and they are not as easy to be deceived by you as I do."
The last time at the Xiao family, Hua Yanyu was slapped in the face by Ye Fan without any hesitation, and was scolded by Brooke, and finally left with shamelessness.
Hua Yanyu had complaints about Ye Fan at that time, and she believed that Ye Fan had saved Hu Niu and secretly learned from his grandfather's "Three Talents Tongyou", so she even more hated Ye Fan.
"Yes, young people, the heart knot causes paralysis, this medical view is very novel."
"Young people have hundreds of years ahead of us. Maybe he thought cancer is as simple as a cold."
"Boy, keep your feet on the ground. There are seniors here, don't be embarrassed."
More than a dozen doctors present also spoke up to Hua Yanyu and sarcastically sarcastically at Ye Fan.
Hua Qingfeng was about to make a sound, but now he suddenly became fun and watched Ye Fan respond with his hands.
Ye Fan didn't care and looked at Hua Yanyu: "Miss Hua, if you look down on me like this, then let's take a gamble."
Hua Yanyu sneered: "A gamble? A good doctor, he always bets, where is his quality?"
"If I ask Mr. Ye to stand up, you will be my three-year-old little medicine boy, and follow that kind of thing."
Ye Fan smiled with his hands on his back and said, "If I lose, I will do you a chore for ten years."
"good!"
Hua Yanyu originally wanted to refuse to make bets, but when she heard these bets, she immediately became interested:
"But I want to add another condition."
"If you lose, not only will you go to Qingfengtang to do odd jobs for me for ten years, but you will never be allowed to use our "Sancai Tongyou" acupuncture method."
She fantasized about the days she would torture Ye Fan in the future, such as counting sesame seeds every day, or going to the cliff to collect herbs, in short, she would get back the lost face in the past.
Wang Qingwu knew Ye Zhendong's condition and couldn't stop him from stopping: "Ye Fan cannot..."
"It's okay, I can handle it."
Ye Fan chuckled, then looked at Hua Yanyu and said, "Miss Hua, that's it."
"I'll join in the fun, Ye Fan, if you win, I'll marry you."
Hua Qingfeng suddenly said, "If you lose, you will marry my granddaughter."
Hua Yanyu almost vomited blood: "Grandpa, you..."
"Old Hua, I won't bet with the old man."
Ye Fan was not angry and looked at Hua Qingfeng, then stopped talking, and squatted beside Ye Zhendong to check.
Soon, Ye Fan asked Hua Qingfeng to bring the silver needles, and he quickly divided them into nine parts, each with nine needles.
"Didn't you talk about heart knots? Why are you acupuncture?"
Hua Yanyu couldn't help but sarcastically: "I want to see, what tricks can you do?"
"Acupuncture only activates blood and qi, not for the treatment of root causes."
Ye Fan casually threw a word and then began treatment for Ye Zhendong.
Nine silver needles appeared between his hands, Ye Fan held his breath and concentrated, and his hands were as lightning as lightning, and he stabbed the silver needle out in an instant.
He did not stop, and his hands flashed again, took nine needles and stabbed them again.
"Three talents are connected to the secluded..."
The dozen doctors and Hua Yanyu who were watching changed their faces and recognized the acupuncture techniques that Ye Fan had performed.
Hua Yanyu couldn't stop speaking: "Grandpa, did you see that, he secretly learned the ancestral acupuncture method of our family..."
Hua Qingfeng's face darkened: "Shut up!"
"Swoosh swish swish--"
When Hua Yanyu was subconsciously quiet, Ye Fan stabbed the silver needle out one after another, and put the needle nine times, and each time nine times, eighty-one needles fell all over the blink of an eye.
"Nine nines return to one, nine nines return to one..."
Hua Qingfeng's eyes shone with light, and he said in a trembling voice: "Eighty-one times the effect, eighty-one times the effect."
Hua Yanyu was stunned: "Grandpa, what's the one who is united?"
"Apply the needle nine times, and the needles are different in efficacy."
Hua Qingfeng said excitedly: "Ye Fan gave nine times in a row, but it doesn't mean he just repeated nine times. He used the effect of the Three Talents to the extreme."
"Nine times, nine needles, eighty-one effects, eighty-one times the effect I used once."
He was sincerely impressed: "Peak technique, peak technique..."
"ah--"
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the doctors present were shocked, but Hua Yanyu was also stunned, and then asked with difficulty:
"Grandpa, how could he be so powerful?"
"He has learned our acupuncture method secretly. How could he be more powerful than you?"
She complained: "You shouldn't allow others to watch you apply needles, so that others step on our heads."
"Damn it!"
Hua Qingfeng couldn't stop scolding his granddaughter:
"I tell you, the Sancai Tongyou is not the secret method of the Hua family, and Ye Fan did not secretly learn from us."
"On the contrary, I can learn this set of acupuncture, which is when Ye Fan was in the Song family."
"Without Ye Fan, I probably haven't learned all the lessons until now."
When I heard Hua Qingfeng's words, the audience was silent again. It was hard to believe that Ye Fan taught Hua Qingfeng's acupuncture method.
Hua Yanyu almost fell down and could not accept this bloody reality, but seeing her grandfather's serious appearance, she knew it was not a joke.
She looked at Ye Fan with shamelessness.
She always believed that Ye Fan had studied secretly, but she didn't expect that her grandfather was the inheritance of Ye Fan.
The cheeks are hot.
But Wang Qingwu's eyes lit up and she admired Ye Fan even more.
"rise--"
At this time, Ye Fan had already applied all the needles.
Ye Zhendong's hands, legs and body were covered with silver needles that shone with cold light, looking like a hedgehog.
But Ye Zhendong still had no reaction.
His eyes were dull and his body was stiff, as if his heart was dead, and he had no nostalgia for this world.
Ye Fan ignored everyone's gaze and walked to Ye Zhendong, and said lightly in his ear:
"A man who stands tall and upright should work hard to make up for his mistakes, rather than being an ostrich in a wheelchair for more than 20 years."
"If you lose your child, you will suffer, Mrs. Ye will suffer, and the dead Ye Tang children will suffer, and the lost children will suffer even more."
"In the past twenty years, if you don't go to find him or make up for him, no matter how much guilt or self-blame, and no matter how much you seek death, what's the point?"
"It's not that you can't walk, it's that you don't want to take responsibility, it's that you can't hold the sword, it's that you don't dare to face your failed self."
"If I were that child, I would have hated you because of your cowardice and incompetence that made me live coldly for more than twenty years..."
Ye Fan's tone was calm, and his ears fell on Ye Zhendong, but his ears were like thunder. One word was shaking him and his eyes gradually became angry.
Hua Yanyu and others were confused, but Hua Qingfeng was shocked with his body.
He subconsciously clenched his fists.
He suddenly knew where Ye Zhendong's heart was.
"Ostrich, coward, Mrs. Ye is bitter, living coldly..."
Ye Zhendong's shriveled lips suddenly trembled, and he began to utter words with difficulty, and the pain on his face became deeper and deeper.
The silver needle trembled, as if it was about to burst out at any time, and countless qi and blood were activated in Ye Zhendong's body.
It's still a little short of the last time!
When Ye Fan frowned slightly, Hua Qingfeng walked up and whispered to Ye Zhendong's ear:
"Ye Fan, that child!"
"ah--"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhendong suddenly roared.
"puff……"
Countless silver needles were falling, and he spewed out a mouthful of black blood...