Isn't it already starting to get better? Why did it become like this just after the injection?
This change is too fast.
There was no time to react at all.
"Quick, help Mr. Wen up!"
Yuan Tianfeng reacted and was the first to rush up and hug Wen Jianliang and help him to the sofa.
While taking his pulse, he watched the circuits on the electronic equipment beat.
But soon, Wen Jianliang's symptoms disappeared and he returned to normal.
"It's weird."
Yuan Tianfeng looked puzzled and confused.
"How's it going, Doctor Yuan?"
"Is my father okay?"
"Is it possible?"
The Wen family members were cautious and did not dare to step forward.
"It should be fine."
"Maybe it's because my body's functions are aging and I can't bear the stimulation from this injection."
Yuan Tianfeng shook his head and stood up to comfort:
"Don't panic, everyone. The third injection has been administered and Mr. Wen's condition has stopped."
"When I give four more injections, I will be fully recovered."
He took a deep breath, memorized the acupuncture technique silently again, picked up the needle and placed the fourth stitch.
The silver needle pierced him, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Qin Feng.
Seeing that Wen Jianliang didn't respond this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand.
After no response for a long time, he turned around and yelled: "What are you doing standing still? You are wiping your sweat with a towel!"
Only then did the middle-aged apprentice react and quickly brought a towel to wipe his sweat.
"call……"
Yuan Tianfeng shook his collar and watched Wen Jianliang pick up the fifth silver needle with his right hand.
He turned back and glanced at Qin Feng again, and then the silver needle fell accurately.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Wen Jianliang's mouth.
Spread it directly on Yuan Tianfeng's face.
Yuan Tianfeng was dumbfounded.
A group of people behind the Wen family were dumbfounded.
The eyes of the middle-aged apprentice were full of disbelief.
Even Hua Buyi was holding on to the armrests and raising his head to watch.
Three needles for convulsions.
Vomiting blood after five injections.
"dad!"
"Old man!"
"Doctor Yuan, what's wrong with my dad?"
"Quick, come and save my dad, he's dying..."
"Sorry, Mr. Yuan, the patient's indicators are declining and he is about to die!"
Everyone present was busy, and several doctors rushed to rescue him. Before he could take action, Wen Jianliang stopped vomiting blood, and the index of the electronic instrument next to him returned to normal.
Nearly a hundred people moved stiffly and looked at this scene with dull faces.
"alright?"
Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don’t understand the situation at all.
"Yuan, Doctor Yuan, what's going on with my father?"
Wen Guosheng turned his head and asked tentatively.
In just a few minutes, he experienced several ups and downs. He felt that if he did it again, he would be ahead of the old man.
Yuan Tianfeng held the needle, but his mind was still blank.
Wen Guosheng shouted a few more times before he suddenly woke up:
"No, it's okay. The display on the machine is fine."
"Various indicators look better than before. What can happen?"
He quietly wiped the sweat from his palms and stepped forward to feel Wen Jianliang's pulse.
"It shouldn't be..."
Yuan Tianfeng stopped his hand and secretly glanced at Qin Feng from the corner of his eye.
"Doctor Yuan, what happened to my father?"
Wen Guosheng was cautious: "Shall we continue..."
Yuan Tianfeng turned around and smiled: "It's okay, five injections have been administered. The potential in the old man's body has been activated, and his condition should be stable."
"I just vomited out the congestion, and my condition is at least half recovered."
"When I insert the remaining two needles and completely open Mr. Wen's Ren and Du meridians, there will be no worries about this disease."
He stretched out his hand and took the sixth silver needle from the apprentice's hand.
"Buddha bless you."
Yuan Tianfeng took a deep breath, passed the silver needle over his shoulder, and stabbed it hard.
"father!"
Suddenly someone shouted from behind.
Before the silver needle fell, Yuan Tianfeng trembled all over, turned around and cursed: "Who the hell is that?"
In the crowd, a fat man looked embarrassed:
"Sorry, I got too excited..."
"Asshole!"
Yuan Tianfeng was furious: "Shut up!"
He turned around, his eyes flashing, and he quickly dropped the silver needle.
The sixth stitch.
Wen Jianliang didn't react at all.
Yuan Tianfeng picked up the seventh silver needle, his breath returned to calmness, and his hand holding the needle was as steady as a mountain. As he breathed, he rose and fell slowly, and he could see the tail of the needle trembling slightly like a bee's wing.
He behaves like a master who is the master of the country.
He exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the last acupuncture point on Wen Jianliang's chest.
The people around him were infected, and they all held their breath and stared at the silver needle in his hand.
"Ah!"
The next second.
Yuan Tianfeng scolded, turned around suddenly, pushed away the crowd, and walked to Qin Feng: