Xingzhu took a breath of cold air, his head was the meeting place of all the Yangs, which was always a forbidden area for acupuncture.
If there is no complete certainty and necessary treatment, even he will not easily give the injection here.
However, Yang Haoran raised the needle with his hand and soon pricked Guo Chuan's head into a hedgehog.
While doing acupuncture, Yang Haoran explained unhurriedly: "The crux of the patient's problem lies in the soul, and acupuncture should also target the soul. As a doctor, you should know the thirteen needles of the ghost gate. However, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate can only deal with it.
Fur disease, in this case, the Five Spirits Divine Needle must be used."
Guo Yingtian only cares about his son's safety, so naturally he has no intention of listening to what Yang Haoran has to say.
As for Dr. Zhang, who was originally a Western medicine doctor, Yang Haoran's words were completely disrespectful to him, and he was even dismissed.
Only Xingzhu, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, had a changeable expression.
The original anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of horror.
Whether it was Yang Haoran's explanation or Yang Haoran's acupuncture technique, he was deeply shocked and at the same time amazed.
Later, Xingzhu was already staring at Yang Haoran's every move, completely immersed in it.
"Such a profound and skillful acupuncture technique is simply miraculous and rarely seen in the world!"
Xingzhu was so excited that he was trembling all over and admired from the bottom of his heart.
His words were like a shot in the arm for Guo Yingtian, which greatly increased Guo Yingtian's confidence in Yang Haoran. He must succeed!
Yang Haoran kept inserting and pulling out needles, which made people dizzy, until more than twenty minutes later, Yang Haoran took out the last needle from Guo Chuan's head.
A slap hit Guo Chuan on the top of his head.
"ah!"
Guo Chuan, who was originally like a living dead, let out a cry, and his body curled up like a shrimp. Okay.
"Water, I want to drink water!"
Guo Chuan's weak and rapid voice sounded to Guo Yingtian at this moment, as if it were the sound of nature.
"Water, I'll get water right away!"
Dr. Zhang was completely shocked. This was actually cured!
Guo Yingtian had already ran back with water and carefully fed it into Guo Chuan's mouth with a spoon.
Xingzhu looked at it with excitement, but was not surprised at all.
Suddenly he woke up and walked towards Yang Haoran with a complicated expression.
Then he bent down deeply, with a guilty look on his face.
"I never thought that I would meet such an expert as my husband in my lifetime. I have been practicing medicine for decades in vain and it is just a source of laughter in front of my husband.
Please forgive me for being rude to you, sir. I really feel extremely ashamed. Only in front of you, did I finally realize that I am just a frog in the well!"
Both Dr. Zhang and Guo Yingtian were deeply shocked by this situation.
What is Xingzhu's identity? Looking at the entire Great China, he is also one of the top Chinese medical experts.
Ordinary doctors would be proud to receive praise from him.
And now, Xingzhu not only praises Yang Haoran, but also highly respects him.
It even feels like a student meeting his teacher.
The most terrifying thing is that Yang Haoran is only twenty years old at most, right?
As a client, Yang Haoran didn't feel this way at all. To him, he just did a very ordinary thing.
"It is very important to improve things if you know your mistakes. In fact, your medical skills are also very good. Although the patient wakes up, it is only treating the symptoms. If the root cause is not removed, he will really die next time he gets sick!"