Li Yizhi felt the pulse. This time he felt the pulse with not only one finger, but also three fingers. He felt the pulse again and again, always frowning.
After a long while, Li Yizhi sighed: "It is difficult to find the wrist pulse. Indeed, as Professor Guo said, the patient is exhausted, probably...unless a miracle occurs, but that is something that is rare."
Huo Yingzhang immediately asked: "What miracle?"
Li Yizhi said with a somewhat yearning expression: "I have only seen the life-threatening needle once in ancient times. By the way, that miracle doctor should be in Xiandu City! His name is Ye Jiaoyang! He once appeared in the First Hospital of the city!"
Huo Yingzhang was stunned. He thought he had always mistaken the real Bodhisattva for the clay Bodhisattva!
He hurriedly looked at Ye Jiaoyang: "Mr. Ye, please take action."
Li pointed at Huodi and stood up: "So the master is here too? Great! The patient may be saved!"
Ye Jiaoyang smiled and said, "I'll give it a try."
Guo Yiming wondered: "Mr. Li, what are you kidding me? What kind of master? You can't cure it, so you let a young man take action? This is outrageous!"
Li Yizhi held Ye Jiaoyang with trembling hands: "Master, no matter what, please be sure to use the magic needle again! Mr. Huo has made outstanding contributions to Xiandu City and is highly respected..."
Ye Jiaoyang waved his hand, walked over and took Mr. Huo's wrist pulse. After diagnosing it for less than ten seconds, he pointed at Li and stretched out his hand: "Silver Needle."
"Oh!" Li Yizhi said in a panic, and quickly handed the silver needle to Ye Jiaoyang.
Then, his eyes lit up, as if he saw the eldest daughter of twenty-eight years of age showing off her charm in front of him, and he watched Ye Jiaoyang perform the acupuncture with his eyes.
Guo Yiming's two students couldn't agree: "This is simply nonsense! Is there something wrong with Mr. Li's brain? Mr. Li actually calls this kid who came out of nowhere a master?"
"Yes, even if you start learning acupuncture from your mother's womb, can you still be more powerful than Mr. Li?"
"I don't know how he fooled Mr. Li."
"Shut up!" Huo Yingxiong shouted sternly, "Don't affect Mr. Ye's acupuncture."
Huo Yingzhang said cautiously: "Second brother, is this Mr. Ye sure that he can save the old man's life if he takes action?"
Huo Yingxiong glared at him: "When you fight, are you sure you will win? When you arrest criminals, are you sure you can catch them?"
Obviously, Huo Yingxiong has great confidence in Ye Jiaoyang's medical skills. What he means by asking this question is, if Ye Jiaoyang doesn't take action, aren't these people all in vain?!
Huo Yingzhang was embarrassed: "Uh."
At this time, Li Yi pointed his finger, stared at Ye Jiaoyang's hand, and murmured: "Two needles divide yin and yang, and the soul is taken away! Four needles divide the four images, and the soul is taken away! Eight needles divide the eight trigrams, and the life is taken away! This is the real
The ancient life-killing magic needle! See you again today, Li Wuwei is lucky in this life, so lucky in this life!"
After Guo Yiming and his disciples heard Li Yizhi muttering to himself, they felt that it was incredible that Mr. Li respected this young man so much!
Guo Yiming and the Huo brothers, who didn't know much about acupuncture, only thought Ye Jiaoyang's acupuncture technique was fantastic and fast!
Two stitches! Four stitches, eight stitches! Then two stitches, four stitches, eight stitches!
Time passed unknowingly, and the patient's breathing became obviously much more stable, and his pale face seemed to have recovered somewhat.
In Ye Jiaoyang's hand, there was the last silver needle left, and he looked solemn. This needle seemed to be carrying a huge amount of power. After a long time of exertion, it suddenly plunged into the patient's heart!
Guo Yiming's eyes suddenly widened: He actually injected the needle into the heart?!
"One needle can determine the outcome! Okay! Okay! The ancient life-threatening needle can really take back the patient's life from the hands of the King of Hell! Mr. Huo is lucky!" Li scratched his ears and cheeks with a finger, excited, "Master
, I wonder if this life-threatening needle can be passed on to me?"
Everyone around them was brainwashed by Li Yizhi's performance, and they were full of expectations for Ye Jiaoyang's so-called 'ancient life-killing needle'.
At this time, Ye Jiaoyang was sweating like rain, and his body was trembling slightly!
Li pointed his finger and immediately dismissed the crowd, moved a chair over and placed it behind Ye Jiaoyang: "Master, please sit down."
Then the white-haired old man actually helped Ye Jiaoyang and asked him to take a seat.
Then he took a towel and wiped the sweat from Ye Jiaoyang's face.
Everyone held their breath, no one dared to say anything, just waiting for a miracle to happen.
Suddenly, Mr. Huo's body trembled slightly in the hospital bed!
His face suddenly turned red and he seemed to be struggling slightly!
Ye Jiaoyang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning. After just one glance, he immediately jumped up, stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Huo's shoulders, turned his body over, and gave him a light blow on the back.
Palm!
"Ah... cough, spit!" Mr. Huo coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Huo Ran opened his eyes!
When seeing this scene, Huo Yingzhang felt like he was suffocating! He was really saved!
Ye Jiaoyang supported Mr. Huo and asked him to lie down.
Mr. Huo's eyes rolled around: "Why are you all looking at me? Look at the Western scene!"
"Haha!" Huo Yingzhang laughed with tears, "Dad, you are alive again!"
Mr. Huo rolled his eyes: "Have I not always lived well? How can I be called alive again?"
At this time, Ye Jiaoyang started to use the needles. Mr. Huo saw that he had so many needles on his body and glared at Ye Jiaoyang: "Young man, are you just trying to practice with me? There are so many needles."
"Haha! It's rare to have Mr. Huo as my target. It's normal for me to practice my skills. I feel wronged by Mr. Huo." Sensing Mr. Huo's humor, Ye Jiaoyang also smiled.
Li Yizhi said seriously: "Mr. Huo, if Mr. Ye hadn't used the ancient life-killing needle, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to wake up!"
"Haha? Li Yizhi, it's rare to see you looking so humble! It seems that I have troubled you too?" Mr. Huo said with a smile.
Like a primary school student, Li Yizhi stood next to Ye Jiaoyang and said solemnly: "Yes. Mr. Huo's illness, I, Li Yizhi, can't do anything about. Fortunately, Mr. Ye is here, otherwise I would have been exhausted."
The three masters and apprentices of Guo Yiming, a master of Western medicine, were dumbfounded and remained in confusion for a long time.
They all studied Western medicine all their lives and never believed that any miracles would happen in the world.
But today, a miracle happened before their eyes!
In their minds, they couldn't help but recall Ye Jiaoyang's entire treatment process over and over again, from the acupuncture to the stimulation of the thick phlegm. This series of steps was both inevitable and accidental.
Especially when it comes to stimulating the thick phlegm at the end, this technique seems simple, but both timing and courage require extremely rich experience and accurate diagnosis! Even if it were Guo Yiming, he would not dare to do it in that situation.
Play with Mr. Huo’s body as you please!
It should be said that Ye Jiaoyang's entire treatment process is a miracle because of his exquisite traditional Chinese medicine skills and precise diagnosis ability.
"Young man, I'm hungry, can you have a meal with me?" Mr. Huo looked at Ye Jiaoyang.
"Okay! But, Mr. Huo, you can't eat anything that is too difficult to digest." Ye Jiaoyang smiled and nodded.