Peerless Sealer

Chapter 79
Park Changzhe immediately became flustered. He came here from South Korea only half a year ago. Although his medical skills are not top-notch, he was enthusiastically sought after by the locals because he was a foreigner, and he gained both fame and fortune.

He doesn't have big ambitions either, he usually treats minor illnesses to make money, and earns a lot of money.

Now if there is a medical accident, all his little actions before will be gone immediately, and he will be driven back to Korea.

Qin Tianwu sneered and saw him sweating profusely, looking like he wanted to report but didn't dare to report,

For a broken needle, if the broken end is exposed, you can slowly pinch it out with tweezers. If the broken end is flat on the skin, you can press the sides of the needle hole with your fingers to gently pinch the broken end out. The abdomen had to be positioned under X-rays and removed through surgery.

Now is the third situation, which is called needle injury.

There is a saying in "Lingshu. Nine Needles and Twelve Origins": Those who seize Yin will die, those who seize Yang will go mad, and the harm of acupuncture will be over.

If the silver needle breaks at a critical location like this, it can cause internal bleeding, shock, or even death.

Although Park Changzhe's medical skills are not so advanced, he still knows these things, but he is in a dilemma between reporting for surgical treatment and self-solution.

After thinking for a long time, he lowered his body and began to press the sides of the needle hole nervously, trying to squeeze out the broken end so that he could use tweezers to pinch it out.

Wang Sisi's face turned even paler. She only felt a wrenching abdominal pain, but it was inconvenient to push away Pu Changzhe who was being treated, so she had to grit her teeth, dripping with sweat.

Seeing that Wang Sisi was in unbearable pain, Qin Tian had no intention of playing tricks on this guy.

He pushed the kneeling Park Changzhe away, and stretched out his left hand in front of his face.

The needle of heaven and earth unfolded, and the silver light of the shining stars almost dazzled Park Changzhe's eyes.

Seeing that Pu Changzhe was still angry, Qin Tian flicked his wrist and pulled out a four-inch long needle.

"Korean medicine, no! Chinese medicine, treat the disease!"

After imitating his broken Chinese and returning this sentence to him, Qin Tian felt relieved for a moment, raised his right hand high, his wrist trembled, and most of the long silver needles had disappeared.

Pu Changzhe was about to refute, but when he saw that Qin Tian had penetrated three inches in such a blink of an eye, he immediately stopped talking.

Three steps of needling, breaking the skin, stabilizing the flesh, and stopping the interstitial joints, Qin Tian's three inches disappeared instantly, and went straight to the interstitial joints to judge.

The invisible three-inch needle pierced Wang Sisi's navel. If it had been pierced straight, it would have pierced the stomach and ruptured it.However, Qin Tian chose to stab obliquely this time, and the exposed small half of the needle tail formed a 45-degree angle with Wang Sisi's skin.

If there is a perspective view, it can be found that the tip of Qin Tianxia's needle just touched the tip of the broken needle in Wang Sisi's abdomen, forming a standard triangle on the combined body surface.

There is an acupoint in the belly button called Shenque acupoint, which can relieve abdominal pain.

Qin Tian's needle entered from Shenque and stopped at Qihai. In "Acupuncture and Moxibustion", this technique is called one needle with multiple points, penetrating points.

This method of acupuncture requires less acupuncture and stimulates more acupoints. After all, one of the needles at Wang Sisi's Qihai acupoint has already been broken. Using this method can avoid secondary injuries, and it couldn't be safer.

Qin Tian glanced at Park Changzhe, "Brother prostitute, watch out, the needles used in Chinese medicine are not comparable to your three or two strokes!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Tian's index finger and middle finger separated, and the end of the needle stopped in the middle of the gap, about one centimeter away from the two fingers.

Press the index finger down to return to its original position, and press the middle finger upward to return to its original position.

The tail of the needle trembles slightly, and it feels full of vibration.

This technique is called the flick method, and the tail of the needle is plucked with the fingertips to create a full tremor effect.

Originally, the broken needle was in contact with the tip of the long needle, but under Qin Tian's precise control, the bouncing made the broken needle slightly exposed.

Then Qin Tian clamped the tail of the needle with his index and middle fingers, and pressed down lightly as if pressing the strings of a piano.

A simplified version of the white tiger shaking its head and the blue dragon wagging its tail, the shaking method.

The range of movement is small, but the speed is extremely fast.

The broken needles came out bit by bit, just like a seed planted in Wang Sisi's white belly, slowly sprouting and growing out.

One time, two times, three times, and the fourth time Qin Tian pressed down brazenly, a flash of silver surged up, and just happened to land on the tray on the table next to him with a "ding".

Qin Tian took the needle, and stretched out two fingers to press the two needle holes in Wang Sisi's abdomen. After a while, Wang Sisi sighed refreshingly, and his complexion was much better than before.

Putting away the silver needle and facing a room full of people who were obviously stunned, Qin Tian smiled and said nothing, hiding his merit and fame.

Wang Sisi is already on the mend, and Qin Tian no longer has the desire to communicate more with the prostitute brother, it's just a stick from Korea.

But before leaving, Qin Tianda patted Park Changzhe's shoulder meaningfully, and the nail on the tip of his little finger "inadvertently" pricked his neck.

Anyway, you don't speak Chinese very well, so just lose your voice for a few days.

When the group left the hospital and returned to the hotel, it was already close to ten o'clock.

After bidding farewell to their classmates and teachers, and agreeing on a time to meet tomorrow, the four people from 216 and Wang Zichen went straight to his home.

Wang Zichen's house is very close, less than 1000 meters away, approaching the front of the house, Qin Tian exclaimed: "Good guy, capture a rich second generation alive!"

What appeared in front of their eyes was a group of small villas. Although they were small, they couldn't stand that they were villas.

"Where is there? It was allocated during the demolition," Wang Zichen explained embarrassingly, and he opened the door and shouted, "I'm back!"

A calm response came from afar: "Xiaochen is back? Dad is here!"

"My mother is away on a trip, and my father must be picking up his old antiques there again. Let's go and show you." Wang Zichen explained as he led the way.

Qin Tian and the others nodded, and followed him to the innermost house on the first floor with great interest.

There are ordinary pear-yellow wooden doors along the way, and at the end, the door of this room is dark purple, with a sense of time and weight.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a faint but clear scent of books and ink. Qin Tian walked in to take a look, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up, a cultural person!

On the three walls, facing the door, is a whole wall of wooden latticework, with vases, altars, urns and various small objects placed on it. The other two walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings, pure white, dark yellow, and silk. , everything you need.

An elegant middle-aged man sat beside the small round table with the same color as the wooden door in the middle of the house. The aroma of tea was wafting from the table. He was concentrating on playing with a piece of white jade tied by a thick red string. Presumably it was Wang Zichen's father. King.

Qin Tian and others came forward to say hello, and after exchanging pleasantries, Wang Zichen's father invited everyone to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, Uncle Wang lit up the white jade in his hand with a proud expression on his face. He handed it over and said excitedly: "Come on, come on, children, take a look, the best Kunlun Ziyu, uncle, I have a lot to offer!" It’s been more than 20 years, and it’s called a delicate and warm one, which just gives you good luck.”

(End of this chapter)