Five hundred and fortieth chapters accept me as a disciple
At this moment, Lin Yang was stretching out his hands to feel the patient's pulse.
But instead of feeling the pulse of one patient, he felt the pulse of two patients at the same time!
This scene is so shocking!
"Double dragon fingering?" Meng Zhou lost his voice.
"Teacher, what did you say?"
The student next to me asked confused.
"The pulse is stable, but the Yang pulse is warm, the pulse is not long, and the small desires are weak. It should be a congenital cardiogenic problem! Boil three bowls of Fazhi Decoction into one bowl, once a day, and insist on taking it for a hundred days
It can be cured. As for you, it is a deep-bone disease. You need to start by correcting the bones..."
Lin Yang explained the symptoms and treatments to the patients in an orderly manner.
The patients listened carefully and nodded repeatedly.
Although some of the methods Lin Yang said were horrifying, they would not doubt it.
After explaining the cause of the disease, Lin Yang started acupuncture for the patient.
The white cloth in front of him was covered with silver needles, more than a hundred of them.
Lin Yang casually picked up four silver needles and stabbed them accurately.
There are no mysterious acupuncture techniques, nor any amazing skills, just a few needles falling steadily.
The patients feel nothing.
Meng Zhou's disciples who came over also thought it was ordinary.
But... Meng Zhou's old face instantly turned pale, and he stepped back continuously, his eyes widening as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.
"Impossible...impossible...this is impossible!" Meng Zhou was trembling and sweating profusely, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
"Teacher, are you okay?" The apprentice next to him hurriedly supported Meng Zhou.
But I heard Meng Zhou tremblingly say: "This is the Tiangong Acupuncture Realm! This must be the Tiangong Acupuncture Realm! How did your acupuncture skills... come to such a level that is so ingenious?"
Tiangong Needle Realm!
That is the pinnacle of acupuncture in ancient medicine.
Meng Zhou had only seen this from one person in his life.
That is his deceased master!
It was precisely because of this that Meng Zhou recognized the manifestation of the Tiangong Needle Realm.
Extraordinary and refined, reduced to simplicity, returning to nature!
Meng Zhou wanted to say that he was wrong, but... Lin Yang's acupuncture performance at this moment was exactly the same as that of his master.
How is that possible?
What's going on?
"Could it be that... at such a young age, this boy already has the medical attainments of a revered master?" Meng Zhou was covered in cold sweat, and his old face was as white as paper...
What kind of evil genius does it take to reach such a state at such an age?
"Mr. Meng? Why are you here?" Lin Yang seemed to have noticed Meng Zhou coming over and asked with a smile.
Meng Zhou looked ugly and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
God knows how much shock Lin Yang gave him.
However, the apprentice next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and went straight forward and shouted: "Mr. Lin, are you too slow? Our teacher has seen eighty patients, and you are still lingering here. Are you delaying on purpose?
Time, don’t you dare compete with my teacher?”
Meng Zhou was immediately embarrassed.
"What did you say?"
"Why are you talking to Divine Doctor Lin?"
"How rude, you people!"
The patients next to me were complaining.
And a nurse hired by the Xuanyi Sect couldn't help but speak out.
"Only eighty, so what? Our Divine Doctor Lin has already treated more than three hundred patients!"
As soon as he said this, Meng Zhou's group of disciples were stunned.
"Three hundred?"
"Is this...a lie? If you look at one per minute, you can barely see 300 in five hours in the morning. What's more, from the time Divine Doctor Lin entered the academy to now, it has only been less than five hours. Is it possible that he has seen it?
The patient doesn’t even want a minute? Haha, you’ll know you’re bragging when you hear it!”
The disciples didn't believe it.
"Can't we just look at two at a time?" the nurse retorted.
"Look at two? Doing two things at once? Oh, what should I do if something goes wrong? Isn't this too irresponsible to the patient?" the apprentice said in a strange tone.
"You..." the nurse was furious.
"Xiaoying!" Lin Yang said directly, interrupting her: "There are still many patients waiting, work hard and ignore them."
"Yes, Divine Doctor Lin." The nurse then stopped.
Lin Yang continued to seek medical treatment.
These disciples wanted to continue causing trouble, but were stopped by Meng Zhou.
But he saw Meng Zhou staring blankly at Lin Yang without saying a word.
The disciples also looked at it.
After a while, the faces of these disciples became strange.
Because they were shocked to find that Lin Yang's medical treatment was not only extremely fast, but also extremely accurate. Anyone with any symptoms could be seen almost at a glance.
At this speed, it is easy to see three hundred patients in one morning.
But what is puzzling is that his acupuncture skills are very ordinary.
Just gently pinch a silver needle and prick it.
And it looks very sloppy, as if it was done casually, without any particular emphasis.
"Acupuncture is not good!" A disciple couldn't help but shook his head and said.
"That is, compared with our teachers, it is far behind!"
Another person laughed.
No one noticed that Meng Zhou's expression became more and more weird and strange.
He seemed to have seen some monster.
His eyes almost fell out of their sockets...
"Old...teacher..."
One of the apprentices opened his mouth.
But Meng Zhou's knees suddenly softened and he knelt heavily on the ground...
"Divine Doctor Lin, please...please accept me as your disciple!"
When this sound fell, the disciples who were about to mock Lin Yang were dumbfounded...
