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As Wang Dachun said, he took out a flat cloth bag from his waist.

The cloth bag was opened, and inside were silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses.

Director Luo looked at Wang Dachun with disdain, "You don't want to give needles to patients now, do you? It's just nonsense. Is it useful to have needles when people are already dead?"

"That's right, the dead are the greatest. You are simply disrespecting the dead."

"Mr. Tang, where did you find a quack doctor? It's too unreliable!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine, what age is it, and you are still bluffing people with this thing!"

Several doctors ridiculed Wang Dachun in every possible way.

Tang Wenming glared at the doctors, "Shut up all of you! Brother Dachun is no match for you quack doctors!"

Qiu Yiren frowned slightly, "Winning, can he really do it? If he can't do it, don't disturb your father's long sleep."

"Aunt Qiu, don't worry, brother Dachun is an expert, he can do what he says he can do, let him try." Tang Wenming has no doubts about Wang Dachun's ability.

As soon as he spoke, Wang Dachun had already pricked seven or eight silver needles on the top of Tang Zongze's head.

The silver needle Wang Dachun used today is different from other silver needles, it is much thicker than ordinary silver needles, and there is a vacuum tube inside. This kind of silver needle is called a hollow needle, and he asked Bai Xue to make it for him.

This kind of needle has a special effect in Chinese medicine, but no one uses it anymore, because the hollow needle is easy to enter air, which is dangerous.

As soon as the needles were pricked, blood came out from the end of the needles, which made Tang Wenming's face change, "This...why is there so much blood!" He had never seen blood coming out of a silver needle before, and suddenly he felt a little nervous. There is no bottom.

Director Luo's expression also changed, "Boy, what are you doing, stop quickly! You will kill someone like this, okay?"

Wang Dachun curled his lips and said angrily: "Didn't you say that the person is already dead, so where does the theory of human life come from?"

"..."

Then he explained to Tang Wenming: "Don't worry, the old man has a cerebral hemorrhage. I'll draw the blood out so as not to use a knife."

Tang Wenming suddenly realized, "So that's it! This move is really high!" No matter what kind of surgery is done, it will cause harm to the patient's body. It would be great if there is no need for surgery.

Director Luo snorted softly, "Even if you can get the blood out, what's the use, the patient's heart has stopped beating now!"

Tang Wenming's heart twitched again. Yes, in medicine, when the heart stops beating, it means that a person is dead.

Wang Dachun smiled faintly, "Just let the heart stop beating and make it jump again!"

Everyone staggered at their feet, it was too easy to say, you thought it was a switch, just press it and it will be fine?

As Wang Dachun said, he put one hand on Tang Zongze's heart, and a surge of true energy entered Tang Zongze's heart along his palm. Now he wanted to stimulate his heart to re-pace him.

He could feel that Tang Zongze's heart didn't stop beating completely, there was still a slight beating, but this beating was so weak that even the instruments couldn't detect it.

This is also his confidence. If the opponent's heart has really stopped beating, it will be difficult for him to do so.

Director Luo sneered, "Boy, pretend, keep pretending, I'll see where you put your face."

As soon as Director Luo's voice fell, the ECG monitor responded. It was originally a straight line, but soon there was a fluctuation in the straight line.

"The patient's heart is beating again! Director Luo, the patient's heart is beating again!" Someone cheered.

Director Luo blushed, "I have my own eyes!" He was just saying that Wang Dachun had no place to put his face, and in a blink of an eye he was slapped in the face.

Tang Wenming was in his fifties, and he almost jumped up excitedly, "My father is saved! Aunt Qiu, my father is saved!"

Qiu Yiren was also very excited and kept wiping away tears.

At the beginning, Tang Zongze's heart was still beating very weakly. It went from a few beats a minute, then to more than a dozen, and finally slowly recovered to more than fifty beats.

"This... is alive! Really alive!"

"Yeah, it's just incredible!"

"how did you do it?"

The attitudes of those few doctors who had been sarcastic to Wang Dachun before had taken a 180-degree turn, and their eyes were like those of idols!

Wang Dachun showed a pretentious smile, "Hehe, it was done with the traditional Chinese medicine you look down upon."

Everyone blushed and laughed awkwardly. They had mixed feelings. When did Chinese medicine become so powerful? It's unscientific!

Wang Dachun pulled out all the silver needles on Tang Zongze's head, and said to Director Luo, "Almost all the blood in the patient's brain has drained out, just get some anti-inflammatory and stasis-removing medicine."

"Okay! I'll do it right now."

Tang Wenming grabbed Wang Dachun's hand and said gratefully: "Brother Dachun, you helped me again. I don't know how to thank you! My father... when will he wake up?"

"Don't worry, it will take some time, but it should be soon. Before tonight, I should be able to wake up."

Tang Wenming was overjoyed, "Oh, that's good!"

Qiu Yiren came over and bowed to Wang Dachun, "Little brother, I thank you on behalf of my master!"

"You're welcome. Tang and I are always friends. This is what I should do." Wang Dachun could tell that this Qiuyi was a man of good conduct, with delicate features and mellow lips. From his appearance, he was more handsome than Zhou Daorong. I don't know how much stronger it is.

"You guys talk, I'll go out for a walk." Seeing that the two seemed to have something to say, Wang Dachun hurriedly found an excuse and went out. Seeing that the two young nurses in the nurse's station looked good, he chatted with them.

"Two beauties, I see that the two Yintangs are black. I'm afraid there will be a disaster recently. Why don't I show you how your palms look, and you don't want money!"

"Really? Do you really know how to read palms?" The two girls gave Wang Dachun a blank look, and said disapprovingly.

Wang Dachun grinned, "I can not only read palms but also tell fortunes. Believe it or not, I can tell what color your underwear is?"

The two young nurses blushed, but they were immediately aroused by Wang Dachun, "Bah! If you can figure out what color it is, we'll let you read your palm."

Wang Dachun took a serious look at the two girls, and then smiled and said: "The poor lady is wearing a pink lace underwear, while the lady on the right is wearing a black lace underwear."

"Ah!" The two nurses exclaimed, subconsciously covered their chests, and looked at Wang Dachun in surprise, "You... hooligan! How did you know?"