The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

Doctor Wang is the name of the old Chinese doctor. His eyes were fixed on Qin Fan. To be precise, he was observing his acupuncture movements.

"I do not know either."

After a long time, Dr. Wang shook his head and said.

"The nurse took five boxes of silver needles and Dean Du sterilized them all. Is there no problem with giving so many silver needles to the patient at one time?"

Dr. Wu asked worriedly.

"What? Five boxes of silver needles, that's 180 needles..."

Dr. Wang was stunned, staring at the neatly arranged silver needles with a gloomy expression.

"Dr. Wang, 180 pills...isn't this nonsense?" Another old Chinese doctor said in shock.

Acupuncture usually involves ten to thirty needles. If too many needles are inserted at one time, the patient may not be able to bear the stimulation of the silver needles.

Qin Fan wants to pierce 180 roots. Except for the masters of Chinese medicine, who would dare to do this?

Doctor Wang stared inside and said perfunctorily: "Read on first."

"The key to the acupuncture method of dead wood blooming in spring is that dead wood blooms again in spring, and all things are revived before the eyes. The end of the snow peak is green, and the branches are full of greenery. The years have settled and the heart is not old, the ancient trees are reborn to show their ambitions, the spring breeze blows with vitality, and the flowers bloom. New look.”

"Xiaofan, you have to remember that the function of spring from dead trees is to stimulate human body functions. It is an acupuncture method, not a fairy method..."

The teachings of the Fourth Master came to Qin Fan's mind. The resurrection of dead wood into spring is a taboo method with only two results.

Dead or Alive!

Before each of the 180 silver needles fell, Qin Fan had to take a deep breath, lest he make any mistakes.

Dr. Wang exclaimed excitedly: "The twelve reverse acupuncture techniques are really the twelve reverse acupuncture techniques!"

His voice woke up everyone who was watching attentively. An old Chinese medicine doctor asked: "What is the twelve reverse acupuncture techniques?"

Dr. Wang inhaled sharply, with shock on his face, "This is a lost acupuncture method. Combined with the twelve-hour health regimen in the "Huangdi Neijing", it can reverse the natural nature of the human body and achieve the effect of rejuvenating vitality..."

Others were also shocked. Doctor Wu asked: "Isn't it lost? How could Qin Fan do it?"

Dr. Wang shook his head, "I don't know. According to legend, the last famous doctor who knew the twelve reverse acupuncture techniques was Li Shizhen. There is a special article in the history books of the Ming Dynasty about his use of this acupuncture method to save people. After him, there are no relevant records. "

"So, Qin Fan's medical skills are amazing!" Doctor Wu said.

Dr. Wang said bitterly: "It's more than amazing. With this acupuncture technique, it's more than enough to become one of the masters of Chinese medicine!"

Dr. Sun sneered: "Why are you pretending? If you are really that good, will Chinese medicine decline?"

Dr. Wang's face was livid, "Young man, Chinese medicine is the treasure of our ancestors. You can look down upon it, but you cannot slander it, because your ancestors must have received Chinese medicine treatment."

He usually tolerates others' slander as much as he can, but now he can't bear it anymore, because he has a premonition that the young man will be proud of the Chinese medicine!

"... "

Dr. Sun didn't expect Dr. Wang to refute. After being stunned, his face became more and more ugly, and he didn't say anything for a while.

On the other side, Qin Fan was sweating profusely. He was about to reach the last step of the dead tree, which was also a crucial step.

Ai Hong's body was red, her skin was uneven, her broken bones pressed against her flesh, and her body was covered with silver needles, making her look scary.

Qin Fan placed the index finger of his right hand on the top of the silver needle at Baihui Point, and with a little force, the silver needle pricked his finger.

Threads of blood dripped down the silver needle to the top of Ai Hong's head, then strangely wandered to another silver needle, stayed for a moment, and then flowed to the next one.

"what's going on?"

"Have you noticed that the blood looks like it has eyes? It actually avoided a few silver needles and flowed to other places automatically..."

"It's not scientific, it's not scientific!"

No matter Chinese medicine or Western medicine, everyone is in disbelief at this moment.

When blood flows out of the body, shouldn't it flow downward? Why does this blood still turn around?

"Spring comes out of dead trees, and it lives up to everyone's expectations."

"The yin and yang of heaven and earth, all things revive!"

Qin Fan's right hand spurted out Qi, and a trace of blood flowed from Ai Hong's head to his chest, then to his abdomen, and then to the soles of his feet.

If you connect the blood flow trajectories, you will find that it is like a big tree, with the leaves on the top of the head, the trunk of the body, and the roots of the lower body.

When the blood flowed to the soles of her feet, all the silver needles inserted into Ai Hong's body fell off automatically.

puff!

Qin Fan's face turned pale, and he spurted a large mouthful of blood mist from his mouth, and the blood stained Ai Hong red.

There seemed to be some kind of cover on her body, and the blood mist actually formed the shape of a big tree when sprinkled on it.

After completing the last step, Qin Fan's vision went dark and he fainted.

"Divine Doctor Qin!"

Du Baichuan was shocked and immediately helped him up.

Doctor Wang hurriedly stepped forward, took his pulse and said, "It's okay. He was overworked and temporarily fainted."

Du Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. If there is something wrong with Divine Doctor Qin, Divine Doctor He will definitely not let me go!"

"Ah?" Dr. Wang was surprised: "Dean Du, are you talking about the miracle doctor He Dongchu? Does he know the miracle doctor He?"

The last time He Dongchu went to the hospital to treat Mr. Liu, Dr. Wang knew about it, but he was not in the hospital at that time and missed the good opportunity to see him.

Of course, just because you haven't seen him before doesn't mean you don't know him. As the second-most expert in traditional Chinese medicine, he is quite famous in the traditional Chinese medicine community.

Du Baichuan chuckled and said, "It's more than just acquaintance. When Divine Doctor Qin took action, Divine Doctor He was shocked. Later, he even clamored to become a disciple, but Divine Doctor Qin rejected him."

All the old Chinese doctors were shocked. Even the miracle doctor He wanted to worship him. What kind of existence would that be?

"A miracle, what a miracle!"

Dr. Wu suddenly exclaimed loudly.

Dr. Sun and others also began to examine Ai Hong's body. When they found out her condition, they also looked shocked.

"Her heartbeat returned to normal! Oh my god, what kind of method is this? It's so amazing that it can't be described in words!"

"It's incredible, pinch me quickly to see if I'm dreaming!"

Doctor Wang looked at Qin Fan in Du Baichuan's arms and said with a complicated expression: "Looks like he is only in his twenties. At that age, I was still running errands for the master as an apprentice, but this young man has mastered the means of bringing people back to life... It’s so irritating to compare with others, the man with extraordinary talents that Master mentioned really exists!”

Du Baichuan said with emotion: "Yeah, I originally had the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn't expect that he really succeeded. If this miraculous medical skill can be promoted, how many lives can be saved!"

"It's impossible to promote it." Dr. Wang said with a wry smile: "Not to mention that the methods of traditional Chinese medicine are of the same origin and cannot be spread casually. This kind of acupuncture requires hard work and study, and not many people can endure the hardship."

Du Baichuan narrowed his eyes, and an idea came to his mind, but whether he could succeed or not depended on Qin Fan's intention.