As soon as Ye Fan said these words, the Chinese and Western doctors present were in an uproar, and many of them looked unhappy.
Hua Yanyu also had a gloomy face.
In the past twenty years, Ye Zhendong has been treated by anywhere from a thousand to eight hundred people, and Hua Qingfeng has been following up.
They all came to the same conclusion, that the meridians were damaged and the qi and blood were not smooth, and it was not caused by the knot in the heart as Ye Fan said.
Moreover, in their opinion, it is only Ye Zhendong’s spirit that is damaged by the heart knot, and it has something to do with the paralysis of his legs?
So everyone looked at Ye Fan coldly.
After hearing this, Hua Qingfeng glanced over and was immediately happy to see Ye Fan.
He was about to speak out, but saw his granddaughter taking a step forward, staring at Ye Fan and shouting: "Ye Fan, is it you again?"
"I've only heard of knots in the heart hurting the mind, but I've never heard that knots in the heart can paralyze."
"I was fooled by you last time in Tiancheng, and you want to try to impress people again this time?"
"Let me tell you, my grandfather and the others have been miracle doctors for many years, and they are not as easily deceived by you as I am."
The last time at Xiao's house, Hua Yanyu was rudely slapped in the face by Mark and scolded by Brooke, and finally left in shame.
Hua Yanyu had complained about Ye Fan at that time, and because she believed that Ye Fan had secretly learned her grandfather's "Three Talents Tong Netherworld" when he saved Huniu, she felt even more resentful towards Ye Fan.
"Yes, young man, heart knot leads to paralysis. This medical idea is very novel."
"Young people think hundreds of years ahead of us. Maybe they think cancer is as simple as catching a cold."
"Boy, keep your feet on the ground, there are seniors here, don't be embarrassed."
More than a dozen doctors present also echoed Hua Yanyu and sneered at Ye Fan.
Hua Qingfeng, who was about to speak out, suddenly became playful at this moment, standing by and watching Ye Fan respond.
Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at Hua Yanyu nonchalantly: "Miss Hua, if you look down on me like this, let's take a gamble."
Hua Yanyu sneered: "A gamble?
A dignified doctor always makes bets, where is his quality?"
"If I ask Mr. Ye to stand up, you will be my little medicine boy for three years, and you will do what I say."
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and smiled: "If I lose, I will work for you for ten years."
"good!"
Hua Yanyu originally wanted to refuse the bet, but when she heard these bets, she immediately became interested: "But I have to add another condition."
"If you lose, not only will you go to Qingfeng Hall to work for me for ten years, but you will also no longer be allowed to use our "Three Talents 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 medicine, etc. In short, she could regain the face she had lost in the past.
Wang Qingwu knew about Ye Zhendong's condition and couldn't help but stop him: "Ye Fan can't..." "It's okay, I can handle it."
Ye Fan chuckled, then looked at Hua Yanyu and said: "Miss Hua, it's settled."
"I'll join in the fun, Ye Fan. If you win, I will marry my granddaughter to 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 glanced at Hua Qingfeng angrily, then stopped talking and squatted beside Ye Zhendong to check.
Soon, Ye Fan asked Hua Qingfeng to bring the silver needle. He quickly divided it into nine parts, each with nine needles.
"Isn't it about heart knot?
Why do you also do acupuncture?"
Hua Yanyu couldn't help but sneer: "I want to see what tricks you can do?"
"Acupuncture only activates blood energy and is not used to treat the root cause."
Ye Fan said something casually, and then began to treat Ye Zhendong.
Nine silver needles appeared in his hands. Ye Fan held his breath and concentrated, his hands were like lightning, and he pricked out the silver needles in an instant.
He didn't stop, he flashed his hands again, took another nine needles, and stabbed them out again.
"Three talents lead to the secluded world..." The faces of the dozens of doctors and Hua Yanyu who were watching all changed, and they recognized the acupuncture technique performed by Ye Fan.
Hua Yanyu couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, did you see that he secretly learned our family's ancestral acupuncture technique..." Hua Qingfeng's face darkened: "Shut up!"
"Swish, swish, swish -" When Hua Yanyu's subconscious was quiet, Ye Fan stabbed out the silver needle one after another, nine times, nine needles each time, and in the blink of an eye, all eighty-one needles were gone.
"Ninety-nine times return to one, ninety-nine times return to one..." Hua Qingfeng's eyes shone and he trembled: "Eighty-one times the effect, eighty-one times the effect."
Hua Yanyu was stunned: "Grandpa, what is the return of ninety-nine to one?"
"Acupuncture is applied nine times, nine times each time, and the effects of the acupuncture are different."
Hua Qingfeng spoke excitedly: "Ye Fan applied it nine times in a row, but it doesn't mean he just repeated it nine times. He maximized the effect of the three talents to open up the secluded world."
"Nine times and nine needles, eighty-one effects, which is eighty-one times the effect of one time."
He sincerely admired: "The peak technique, the peak technique..." "Ah——" As soon as these words came out, not only the doctors present were shocked, but Hua Yanyu was also dumbfounded, and then asked with difficulty: "Grandpa, how can he be so powerful?"
"He secretly learned our acupuncture skills, how can he be better than you?"
She complained in a tone of voice: "You shouldn't allow others to watch you perform acupuncture, causing others to step on our heads."
"Asshole!"
Hua Qingfeng couldn't stop scolding his granddaughter: "Let me tell you, the three talents that lead to the secluded world are not the Hua family's secret method, and Ye Fan didn't secretly learn from us."
"On the contrary, I was able to learn this set of acupuncture techniques because Ye Fan taught me when he was at the Song family."
"Without Ye Fan, I probably wouldn't have learned everything until now."
Hearing Hua Qingfeng's words, the whole place fell silent again. It was unbelievable that Ye Fan taught Hua Qingfeng this set of acupuncture techniques.
Hua Yanyu almost fell down, unable to accept this bloody reality, but seeing her grandfather's serious look, she knew it was not a joke.
She looked at Ye Fan with shame.
She always believed that Ye Fan was studying secretly, but she never thought that her grandfather was the one who inherited Ye Fan.
Cheeks feel hot.
Wang Qingwu's eyes lit up, and she admired Mark even more.
"Get up -" At this time, Ye Fan had finished all the acupuncture.
Ye Zhendong's hands, legs and body were covered with silver needles that shone with cold light, making him look like a hedgehog.
But Ye Zhendong still didn't react at all.
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 the gazes of everyone, walked to Ye Zhendong, and whispered into his ear: "A man who is upright and upright should work hard to make up for his mistakes, instead of sitting in a wheelchair and being an ostrich for more than 20 years.
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"It's hard for you to lose your child, it's hard for Mrs. Ye, it's hard for the deceased Ye Tang children, and it's even harder for the lost child."
"In the past twenty years, if you don't go to him or make up for him, no matter how much guilt or self-blame you have, no matter how much you seek death and survival, what's the point?"
"It's not that you can't walk, it's that you don't want to take responsibility, it's not that you can't hold the sword, it's that you don't dare to face failure."
"If I were that child, I would definitely hate you. Because of your cowardice and incompetence, I have lived coldly for more than twenty years..." Ye Fan's tone was gentle, but it fell on Ye Zhendong's ears like a huge thunder.
, each word shocked him and made his eyes gradually become angry.
Hua Yanyu and others were confused, but Hua Qingfeng was shaken.
He clenched his fists subconsciously.
He suddenly knew where Ye Zhendong's heart was.
"Ostrich, coward, Mrs. Ye is suffering, living coldly..." Ye Zhendong's shriveled lips suddenly trembled, and he began to spit out the words with difficulty, and the pain on his face became deeper and deeper.
The silver needle began to tremble, as if it was about to burst out at any moment, and countless qi and blood were activated in Ye Zhendong's body.
The last bit of heat is still missing! When Ye Fan frowned slightly, Hua Qingfeng walked up and whispered into Ye Zhendong's ear: "Ye Fan, that's the kid!"
"Ah——" As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhendong suddenly roared.
"Poof..." Countless silver needles flew into the air, and he spurted out a mouthful of black blood...
