"You two are family members, right? Let the patient rest first and come out with me to have a few words."
When they came to the hotel corridor, Dr. Fan said: "Do you have a son? Here's one."
I was stunned and quickly gave him a cigarette.
He lit the cigarette, passed it through his lungs, puffed out, and flicked the ashes, very skillfully.
"Why do you think so of me? Can't doctors stop smoking? My great-grandfather is 90 years old and still smokes half a pack of cigarettes every day."
Brother Tian asked anxiously: "Miracle doctor, when will the moonlight injection you just mentioned be available for treatment?"
He held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Don't panic yet, there are a few points I want to make clear in advance."
"First, the mortality rate of urinary adenocarcinoma is very high. I cannot guarantee the success rate of using moonlight acupuncture to treat this disease. If it fails, the patient will also die. However, as a person, I suggest that you take a gamble."
"Second, are you his husband? Remember, even if she succeeds in renewing her life, she will not be able to move her lower body in the few years she lives, and it will become more ulcerated and thickened day by day as time goes by.
You can only rely on medicine to relieve the pain, and the most important thing is, you must not touch her, do you understand what I mean?"
Brother Tian looked sad and nodded to explain.
He nodded and said: "Last point, the so-called moonlight acupuncture is the secret of traditional Chinese medicine. It is the twelfth needle of the thirteen acupuncture needles of the Ghost Gate, the moon pool acupuncture. There are only two people in the world who know how to administer this needle. One is Lu from Tongzhou, Beijing.
Ang, the other one is our Fan family."
As he spoke, he opened the old leather medicine box and took out a long wooden box.
I immediately smelled a strong sandalwood scent. This box was not made of agarwood, but Laoshan sandalwood. This box alone was very expensive.
He opened the box and revealed a row of three-inch-long "gold needles."
It is very different from the needles used in ordinary Chinese medicine acupuncture. This row of needles is larger, thicker, made of pure gold, and looks like a toothpick.
The key to the last one is blue, of unknown material, just like a moonstone, emitting a faint light under the light.
He flicked the cigarette butt away with one hand, pointed at the box and said, "The cost of this row of needles is not less than 600,000 yuan."
I immediately said: "No problem! Six hundred thousand is six hundred thousand! We will give it!"
He smiled and shook his head: "I'm just telling you that you don't have to pay the money, it will be reimbursed later."
He walked to the end of the corridor, opened the window, looked up, and exclaimed, "Great! It's the right time and the right place!"
Today is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and the moon is bright in the sky. The moon in the sky is big and round.
The moonlight came in, and Dr. Fan was wearing a long white down jacket. His shadow shone on the corridor floor. He looked tall and slender.
I looked at the tall shadow trailing on the ground, my forehead and palms began to sweat, and my heart was pounding! It felt like it would jump into my throat soon.
The window was closed and the long shadow on the ground disappeared, and I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.
He ordered: "Without further delay, let's start now."
"Carry the patient and the bed to the roof of the building. Be careful not to touch them during the lifting process, and cover them with extra quilts."
Brother Tian looked distressed and asked: "Can't we do it in the room?"
Divine Doctor Fan nodded and said, "Of course you can, but the success rate will be reduced by 10%. You decide for yourself."
"I'm sorry, Doctor Fan, let's discuss it."
I dragged Brother Tian to the corner and whispered: "Brother Tian, what do you think? Why do I feel a little unreliable?"
"Not the person you're looking for?"
"It's true that I'm looking for the person, but I don't know this person at all. It's the first time I've met him today."
I have my own worries in my heart.
Thirteen needles in the ghost gate?
I went for a walk under the major overpasses in Beijing. Under the overpasses, there was a stall for pedicures. People with corns said they knew how to do the Thirteen Needles.
I found this person through the Changchun Society. If Aunt Luo was to be executed, then Brother Tian would not have to shoot me on the spot!
This is what I'm afraid of, that my good intentions may turn out to be bad things!
Brother Tian seemed to see my worries. He took a deep breath and said, "No matter what, if Xiao Luo can live a few more years, I am willing to take a gamble. Even if I fail, I will not blame you."
"That's okay, let's get started quickly! I'll help lift the bed!"
After I finished speaking, I looked back and said, "Where are the people?"
"Doctor Fan!"
"Doctor Fan!"
I ran and chased him to the stairs. I stepped out of the way to block him and shouted, "You can't leave!"
He snorted coldly: "I heard every word of what you just said, and you said it clearly! If it hadn't been for Wu Le begging my grandfather, I wouldn't have come at all! You questioned my medical skills again and again! I'm afraid you don't know! Miracle doctor
He also has a temper!"
"I apologize!"
"Listen to my explanation! I mainly doubt what you just said about the thirteen needles of the ghost gate!"
"Hmph! You're a frog in a well looking at the sky! What our Fan family has passed down is the real Thirteen Acupuncture of the Ghost Gate! It's not the deceptive method of charlatans! It's not those quacks in white coats in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals! The Thirteen Acupuncture of our Fan family is from
Those who snatch human lives from the hands of ghosts!"
