Upon hearing this, everyone present instantly exploded.
"Son of a bitch, what did you say?"
"Are you cursing the old man's death?"
"Hua Lao is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo. He eats more salt than you eat rice. How dare you slander Hua Lao?"
"Three talents can lead to the secluded world, and the peerless magic needle is not even familiar to us. What do you, a young boy, know about the ninth needle?
"Young man, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Please apologize quickly..."
Not only did the nephews of the Song family yell at Ye Fan, but Chen Jishi and the others also scolded him with stern faces, wanting to push Ye Fan to the ground and rub him.
To question 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 under his anger, he still had a touch of dignity.
Zhu Changsheng frowned. Although he felt that what Mark said was inappropriate, he didn't say anything. After experiencing the incident with his wife, he trusted Mark unconditionally.
Ye Fan said there was something wrong with the ninth shot, so there must be something wrong with the ninth shot.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
After Song Jinyu looked closely at Ye Fan, he waved his hand to signal everyone present to be quiet:
"This is the doctor brought by Mr. Zhu. Although he is young, he must be of some standard and won't talk nonsense."
He added: "Let's all listen to his explanation..."
Zhu Changsheng nodded slightly: "Yes, I am not a useless doctor. I have something in my hands."
Upon hearing that it was the doctor brought by Zhu Changsheng, the nearly 100 people became a little quieter, but they were still full of contempt for Ye Fan.
"What can you do if you are so young?"
"I guess Mr. Zhu was deceived by him..."
"Sancai Tongyou is something he has never seen before. He probably didn't even know about the first injection, and the ninth one."
Everyone laughed at Ye Fan in low voices.
Several female members of the Song family also disagreed, feeling that Ye Fan was pretending to be sophisticated and seeking the limelight.
"Mr. Hua, I respect you very much."
Ye Fan looked at Hua Qingfeng: "I also know that you are not saving people for money, but you sincerely want Mr. Song to be well."
"But out of responsibility for the patient, I still want to advise you to be cautious."
"You should have an idea of whether the ninth needle is unique or something you figured out on your own."
"One shot will make you alive, one shot will kill you. Mr. Hua should think twice."
After finishing speaking, Ye Fan glanced at the fat middle-aged woman and saw that her dull eyes became sharp and she stared at Hua Qingfeng motionless.
Before Chen Jishi and the others could speak, Hua Qingfeng asked coldly: "Do you know how the three talents can lead to the secluded world?"
Ye Fan smiled: "You know a little bit."
"Humph, ignorant boy!"
It's okay not to say that he understands a little bit. As soon as he said it, Hua Qingfeng's face turned cold instantly:
"Three Talents Connecting the Netherworld is a peerless magic needle. It took me decades to find the only copy, and it took me a year of study to barely master the Nine Needles."
"What kind of skills do you know?"
"Don't come out to sensationalize just because you've read a few local stall novels. This will embarrass you and make you pay the price."
"If young people want to achieve success, the most important thing is to be down-to-earth and work hard step by step instead of being arrogant."
"Otherwise, sooner or later nothing will be accomplished and Mr. Zhu's trust will be betrayed."
Hua Qingfeng scolded Ye Fan and reminded Zhu Changsheng not to be deceived.
Song Jinyu looked at Zhu Changsheng and asked, "Mr. Zhu, which hospital does this little brother belong to..."
Zhu Changsheng smiled lightly: "I invited him from Longdu, he can't be a liar."
Chen Jishi labeled Ye Fan: "If he's not a liar, then he's just a fledgling fool?"
"Mr. Hua didn't believe it, even though he was cured by the injection."
"As soon as the ninth needle falls, Mr. Song will tremble all over, his eyes will bulge, blood will spurt from his mouth, and then he will curl up in a ball and die."
Ye Fan did not give Hua Qingfeng any face: "Because the eight stitches in the previous book are for dredging, and the ninth stitch you figured out is for blocking."
"The blood and essence released by the eight needles were about to run wildly through the meridians of the body, but they were blindly blocked by your ninth needle."
"The result will inevitably be a reversal of blood circulation, damage to the five internal organs, and loss of life."
Ye Fan ignored the hostile looks of dozens of people and told the symptoms and reasons in one breath.
The female members of the Song family were stunned when they heard this. They seemed a little surprised that Ye Fan was so confident, but they soon became disdainful.
At Ye Fan's age, he is probably not familiar with acupuncture, let alone the most experienced person in the world. Why should he question Hua Qingfeng?
"Running wildly with abandon, running thousands of miles, talking about one thing after another, but it's a pity that it's of no use at all."
Chen Jisheng snorted coldly: "You are young and if you don't learn well, you will be claptrap."
"Xiao Chen, stop talking to him."
Hua Qingfeng went through the acupuncture in his mind, straightened his body, looked at Ye Fan and said:
"Young man, today, I want you to take a look. Is this ninth injection going to harm people or save them?"
"After this injection, if something happens to Mr. Song, I will give you the Qingfeng Hall in Longdu."
"If Mr. Song is fine, you are not allowed to practice medicine in the future, so as not to harm others and yourself, and also bring trouble to Mr. Zhu."
He directly made a bet with Ye Fan: "Young man, do you dare to challenge?"
Song Jinyu hurriedly said: "Hua Lao, calm down, young people are not sensible, forget it, forget it..."
"Other things can be counted, but this matter of questioning my medical skills cannot be counted."
Hua Qingfeng looked at Ye Fan with cold eyes: "Don't you think I will figure out the ninth injection by myself? Stand up and challenge me."
Chen Jishi and the others also sneered and stared at Ye Fan, not thinking that he had the guts to challenge him. After all, liars dare not see the truth.
Several female members of the Song family even curled their lips, convinced that Ye Fan was going to be a coward.
How can Ye Fan challenge a national player like Hua Lao?
Zhu Changsheng frowned slightly and wanted to say something but was stopped by Mark.
Ye Fan smiled: "Okay, if nothing happens to Mr. Hua with this ninth injection, I will no longer practice medicine and go back to the countryside."
"It's a deal."
Hua Qingfeng also stopped Song Jinyu from speaking, and then administered the ninth needle to Song Wansan.
After some operations, Song Wansan soon had another red line on his body, making his face even more rosy.
The hands that were originally thin and stiff also began to tremble, allowing people to feel the life on them.
Ye Fan found that the fat middle-aged nurse, who was originally tense, had returned to her original dull expression.
"Great, great, Mr. Song's condition has improved."
"I haven't seen this kind of ruddy color for a long time. This is the movement of blood and vitality."
"Mr. Song, can you hear me?"
Seeing that Song Wansan's condition was gradually improving, Chen Jishi and others cheered for Hua Qingfeng, and they did not forget to sarcastically mock Ye Fan:
"This kid is going home to feed the pigs."
The female family members of the Song family also looked at Mark with joy.
"ah--"
At this moment, the rosy-cheeked Song Wansan suddenly let out a strange cry, his whole body trembled, and his eyes bulged out like dead fish.
Before Hua Qingfeng reached out to support him, he spit out another mouthful of blood.
The next second, Song Wansan's body curled up uncontrollably, like a cooked prawn.
