"Mr. Li, please, please help me!" Hai Wushuang was obviously quite familiar with Li Yizhi.
Li Yizhi nodded, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to press the patient's wrist pulse, this time he not only used one finger, but later also used three fingers, but he still frowned and looked serious.
"Mr. Li, how's the situation?" Hai Wushuang looked at Li Yizhi's face expectantly.
"The patient's pulse is weak and his vitality has expired... Even if we perform surgery now, it is too late." Li Yizhi shook his head and sighed, "Let's prepare for the funeral."
"Ah? Mr. Li, please take a closer look! You can't let my dad die!" Hai Wushuang suddenly lost his grace, grabbed Li Yizhi's sleeves with both hands, and begged, "You must do your best to treat him!"
Li Yizhi said: "My ability is limited, please hire someone else."
Ye Jiaoyang said in his heart: This old man is really straightforward, just tell him if he can't be saved.
He stepped forward and said, "Let me try!"
"Try?" Hai Wushuang glanced at him doubtfully, "Where are you an expert doctor?"
Shao Haiyin shook his head: "He is not a doctor, but maybe if he takes action, the patient will still have a glimmer of hope."
"Where did this young boy come from? Are you sure you can cure this patient?" Li Yizhi suddenly became unhappy, "The patient is obviously at the end of his life. If you try again, it will be in vain."
Ye Jiaoyang said: "Mr. Li, doctors save people and do their best to obey fate. At least, in this case, I dare to take action. Please, Mr. Li, I can lend you a silver needle."
"Ah? Okay." Li pointed and subconsciously handed the silver needle he brought to Ye Jiaoyang, but then he regretted it: What's wrong with me! How could I let this young boy take it away from me?
What if the silver needle kills the patient?
The medical staff nearby, following Shao Haiyin's instructions, immediately cooperated with Ye Jiaoyang and began to treat him.
"How dare this person treat a patient that Mr. Li has judged to be dead?"
"He thinks he is a god! Can he be saved by blowing the immortal energy?"
"You don't overestimate your capabilities! Tsk tsk."
Although the voices of the gathered Chinese and Western medicine experts were very low, it was still clearly audible because the operating room was very quiet.
Hai Wushuang was even more distraught and didn't know what to do. He could only stare at Ye Jiaoyang's hands with pleading eyes, as if they were the hands of God and could bring the dead back to life!
Li Yizhi took two steps back, shook his head and sighed: "As the saying goes, medicine can't cure diseases, but for people who have lost their vitality, even Daluo Jinxian can't do anything... Huh?"
When he saw Ye Jiaoyang's acupuncture technique, Li stood up with a finger and his eyes widened in an instant: "Is this the ancient life-killing magic needle? Two needles divide yin and yang, and seize the soul! Four needles divide four images,
Soul-stealing! Eight needles are divided into eight trigrams, killing one’s life! Oh my God... am I, Li Wuwei, dazzled?"
Shao Haiyin, Hai Wushuang, and the surrounding doctors of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, all looked in disbelief when they heard Li Yizhi muttering to himself!
Hai Wushuang, who doesn't know much about acupuncture, only thinks that Ye Jiaoyang's acupuncture technique is fantastic and fast!
Two stitches! Four stitches, eight stitches! Then two stitches, four stitches, eight stitches!
The doctor who knew a little about acupuncture was also dumbfounded: each needle was different in depth and severity. This person was indeed a master of acupuncture!
Half an hour later, Ye Jiaoyang still had the last silver needle left in his hand. He looked solemn, as if he was practicing martial arts, and then the needle suddenly plunged into the patient's heart!
Hiss! Shao Haiyin couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: You can also give injections here!
"One needle determines the outcome! Oh my God! I really saw it! The ancient life-killing needle is said to be able to take back the patient's life from the hands of the King of Hell. Once this needle is taken out, even if the life is extinct, it will still be
You can take back your life." Li Yizhi continued to murmur, these words struck the hearts of everyone present who knew something about acupuncture.
"Blood pressure is rising!"
"Pulse restored!"
"Breathing!"
The medical staff's report clearly demonstrated the effectiveness of Ye Jiaoyang's acupuncture treatment.
"I'm alive! I'm really alive..." Li Yizhi's knees suddenly softened and he knelt in front of the hospital bed. The direction where he knelt was Ye Jiaoyang, "This Mr. Ye, Li Yizhi wants you to be my teacher."
The people around were shocked! How high is Li Yizhi's reputation? Even if he is the leader of the city of Xiandu, he is not worthy of kneeling down!
The point is, kneeling down in front of the hospital bed, this old man is obviously crazy. Doesn't this delay things?
However, no one at the scene dared to accuse him, after all, his identity is there, he is a master of traditional Chinese medicine!
Ye Jiaoyang was sweating profusely and exhausted. He used his last bit of strength to say: "Don't pull out these needles during the next operation."
Shao Haiyin was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, don't worry."
"Please sit down." Hai Wushuang personally supported Ye Jiaoyang, ignored Li Yizhi who was kneeling in front of the hospital bed, walked to the side and sat down.
Ye Jiaoyang lay directly on a hospital bed next to him: "Sorry, I'm tired."
After speaking, he lay on the hospital bed and fell asleep directly!
"Quick! Give Mr. Ye a glucose injection to help him regain his strength!" Li Yizhi suddenly jumped up and shouted as if he had been stung by a scorpion!
I just became a disciple, so I can't let the master have any surprises.
"Please everyone, please go out. Leave the rest to me." Shao Haiyin ordered while busy in front of the hospital bed.
Western medicine surgery is very bloody, and it is very inappropriate to have the patient's family members nearby.
Hai Wushuang knew that her father had come back to life, so she felt relieved. She diligently pushed Ye Jiaoyang out of the operating room and served him personally!
The bodyguards guarding the operating room were puzzled: "What's going on with Hae Dong? Why does he ignore his father and instead serve a young man he doesn't know so diligently?"
Pushing Ye Jiaoyang into another room, Hai Wushuang asked carefully: "Mr. Li, are you sure what kind of acupuncture technique Mr. Ye used just now?"
Li Yizhi said with bright eyes: "The ancient life-threatening magic needle was only mentioned in ancient medical classics, but the specific acupuncture method was not handed down, so it is equivalent to being lost. Hai Dong, I, Li Wuwei, will be able to see it in my lifetime.
With this set of acupuncture techniques, you can die without regrets, die without regrets!"
"Then my dad's condition..." Hai Wushuang's big, intelligent eyes flashed.
Li Yizhi said: "If Mr. Ye didn't take action and let western medicine treat him, he would definitely die! Even if I took action, I couldn't save his life. Fortunately, Mr. Hai's life was not meant to be taken. He met Mr. Ye. God's will, this is God's will."
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"I understand." Hai Wushuang's beautiful eyes fixed on Ye Jiaoyang on the hospital bed. He felt that this man was so young and seemed to be quite handsome. The more he looked at him, the more pleasing he became to his eyes.
"He's awake!" Seeing Ye Jiaoyang's eyelashes twitching, Hai Wushuang immediately jumped up with joy!
When Ye Jiaoyang opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a flawless and pretty face! Then there was an old man with a white beard! The contrast between these two faces was quite big!
"How is the patient?" Ye Jiaoyang put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart and said with a smile.