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Chapter 62 Save a person

Looking at the three empty spaces in the needle bag, Jiang Xiaofan looked a little embarrassed.

The three silver needles used to treat mental patients were left at the rehabilitation hospital in the county town. Yesterday, he asked Yu Linchan to sell basswood Ganoderma lucidum, and he was so busy counting the money that he forgot to ask her for it.

Jiang Xiaofan said embarrassedly: "Mr. Yu, those three silver needles were left with a friend. I will ask her for them now."

After speaking, Jiang Xiaofan sent Yu Linchan a WeChat message, but after waiting for a long time, Yu Linchan did not reply.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Yu smiled and waved his hand, not caring and said: "Don't worry, I have already bought lollipops and hamburgers and fries for the little glutinous rice balls."

Jiang Xiaofan was confused: "What?"

"Ahem, it's okay."

Mr. Yu coughed twice quickly and said, "Xiaofan, what do you think of this set of silver needles?"

Jiang Xiaofan said without hesitation: "It's very good, it's very useful."

He actually likes this set of silver needles very much. He is very comfortable in performing acupuncture and is also surprisingly powerful in fighting. These silver needles played a huge role in subduing Mr. Hu's gang just now.

The important thing is that this set of silver needles is of very good quality. It doesn't look like any ordinary metal on the market. It seems to be made of some special alloy. He once tried to break it off, but found that the silver needles were extremely tough.

Mr. Yu said seductively: "Do you want this set of silver needles?"

"Give me?"

Jiang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Mr. Yu, I don't dare to ask for this. This set of silver needles must be worth a lot of money."

Mr. Yu said with a smile: "This set of silver needles was custom-made and cost about 200,000 yuan."

Jiang Xiaofan was startled: "This set of silver needles costs two hundred thousand?"

Mr. Yu nodded and said: "With your unique skill of using Qi to control needles, this set of silver needles will not be buried in your hands. By the way, Xiaofan, where did you learn to use Qi to control needles? As far as I know, a long time ago

This kind of acupuncture has been lost.”

"this……"

The figure of the old man in the dream came to Jiang Xiaofan's mind. He hesitated and said apologetically: "Old Yu, I don't want to lie to you. This was taught to me by a senior, but I can't say who it is."

"It seems that he is an expert from outside the world, but it is a pity that he did not have the opportunity to ask for advice in person."

There was a regretful expression on Mr. Yu's face, and then he said with relief: "The decline of traditional Chinese medicine has a lot to do with the discontinuation of inheritance. Now that you have learned inheritance, there is hope for the revitalization of the traditional Chinese medicine community."

Jiang Xiaofan shook his head repeatedly and said: "Mr. Yu, you are ridiculous. You are the master of Chinese medicine. It is a blessing for patients to have people like you in the Chinese medicine world."

"Holy hand?"

There was sadness in Mr. Yu's eyes, and he laughed at himself: "I'm not even good at raising my own daughter, so how can I be considered a master?"

At this point, Mr. Yu started coughing violently, and his energy and energy weakened rapidly. Jiang Xiaofan quickly patted Mr. Yu's back, and a ray of spiritual energy quietly entered his body.

Mr. Yu's cough immediately subsided, and a healthy rosy color appeared on his face.

He felt his body and said in surprise: "Hey, Xiaofan, what did you do to me? I feel much better."

Jiang Xiaofan said bravely: "Old Yu, this is also an ancient massage technique taught to me by my seniors."

He had just used spiritual energy out of desperation, but he had forgotten that Mr. Yu was a master of traditional Chinese medicine and had a very keen sense of this aspect.

However, Mr. Yu did not continue to delve deeper. He suddenly said to Jiang Xiaofan: "Xiaofan, can you do me a favor and save my daughter? She has been in a coma for three years."

"Save your daughter?"

Jiang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Yu, please stop making fun of me. Your medical skills can't save me, so I don't have to do whatever you want to do."

Mr. Yu's face was a little gloomy and he sighed: "I have tried for three years, but it has no effect. Now only your method of controlling needles with Qi has hope."

Jiang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Yu, I can't guarantee that I can definitely revive you."

After all, with Mr. Yu's top-notch medical skills, he had been rescued for three years without waking up. Jiang Xiaofan was still a little worried.

Mr. Yu said with joy on his face: "Okay, my daughter is in Jinyang City now. Let me tell you when I pick her up. You can take this set of silver needles and use them. It will be considered as part of your medical expenses."

Just when Jiang Xiaofan was about to refuse, Mr. Yu thrust the silver needle into Jiang Xiaofan's hand without any explanation.

Jiang Xiaofan had no choice but to accept it: "Old Yu, I will try my best to help you save him."

The silver needle was only one of the reasons why he agreed to help Mr. Yu save people. The most important reason was that he admired Mr. Yu's personality and medical ethics.

Judging from the few hours of today's consultation, Mr. Yu is fully worthy of being a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaofan's WeChat call rang. He took out his phone and saw that it was Yu Linchan calling.

After Jiang Xiaofan answered the call on WeChat, Yu Linchan's voice rang out: "I was busy just now, what do you want from me?"

Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "I want to take back the silver needle I left with you at some time. When will you have time?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Yu Linchan's voice came again: "If you help me save someone, I will return these three silver needles to you."

Jiang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you in the hospital? Aren't the doctors in your hospital good?"

After speaking, Jiang Xiaofan remembered that the director of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital that Li Man introduced to him when he was seeing a doctor for his father did not reply after his father left the hospital.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaofan continued: "Maybe you are an intern and don't have access to more senior doctors. But the director of your traditional Chinese medicine hospital doesn't seem to be very good... Forget it, let me help you look at that patient, what?

Is there a convenient time to go see it?”

After Jiang Xiaofan finished speaking, he heard Yu Linchan gasping for air.

Jiang Xiaofan was a little embarrassed. Did he make Yu Linchan unhappy by talking about their hospital doctor?

"Wait for my notification!" Yu Linchan said coldly after a long time and hung up.

Jiang Xiaofan felt confused as to why this woman was angry again.

Now he has to help Yu Linchan save someone first to get the three silver needles, and then help Yu Lao save someone to get the whole set of silver needles.

It seems like we have to save two people in total.

However, this set of silver needles is worth 100,000, which seems to be a very good deal.

While Jiang Xiaofan was thinking, Mr. Yu beside him was stunned. He stared blankly at Jiang Xiaofan's mobile phone with an incredible look in his eyes.

After a while, Mr. Yu asked after careful consideration: "Xiaofan, are you familiar with the friend you just called?"

Jiang Xiaofan came back to his senses and said: "She is an intern at the hospital. Last time I took my dad to the hospital to see a doctor, and he accidentally saved a mental patient. The silver needle saved her."

"Doctor intern?"

Mr. Yu looked at Jiang Xiaofan with a strange expression.

Jiang Xiaofan nodded: "Yes, she also wanted me to teach her acupuncture, but there was never the right time."

Hearing Jiang Xiaofan's words, Mr. Yu stared closely at Jiang Xiaofan's face. Jiang Xiaofan felt a little confused: "What, what's wrong, Mr. Yu?"

Mr. Yu suddenly laughed, "It's okay, it's okay. Young people should communicate more and discuss good medical skills. It's a good thing."


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