The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

Peach wood needle is a special kind of needle, which is made from peach wood that is more than 50 years old. It has the effect of calming and dispelling evil, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

However, mahogany needles are about seven or eight times thicker than silver needles and are difficult to penetrate into acupuncture points. Therefore, they have not become the mainstream needle in traditional Chinese medicine. At present, except for some special acupuncture methods, almost no one knows how to use them.

He Dongchu had seen mahogany needles, but he had never used them because they were used in too few places.

"You are well-connected. Do you have any friends in Pengcheng who own peach needles?" Qin Fan asked.

He Dongchu thought for a while and said thoughtfully: "It seems there is, but what do you want the peach wood needles for?"

"It's too late to explain. While it will be a while before Dr. Xue Guo reaches the Zhongzhu point, ask your friend to send you a pair of mahogany needles as soon as possible." Qin Fan said while still looking inside.

Although He Dongchu didn't know what Qin Fan wanted to do, out of trust, he still took his mobile phone and made a call.

The Zhongzhu point is where the acupuncture points meet. With Xue Delin's speed of applying the needle, it would take about half an hour to reach it. I could only hope that He Dongchu's friend would be faster so that he could catch the first aid.

"Divine Doctor Qin, my friend said he would come over as soon as possible, but he is a bit far away from here, it may take an hour." He Dongchu came over and said after making the phone call.

Qin Fan frowned, there was not enough time, he urged: "Can you hurry up?"

He Dongchu smiled bitterly and said: "This is not a car problem, but a traffic restriction. The road is too congested. This is really hopeless."

Big cities in the Dragon Kingdom all have a common problem, that is, the traffic is a mess and there are traffic jams at every turn.

Qin Fan knew that this was a necessary consequence of urban development. No matter the Dragon Kingdom or foreign countries, they could not escape this vicious cycle.

"Divine Doctor He, I'm afraid I'll need your help later." Qin Fan sighed and prepared for the worst.

"Ah? Isn't there no problem?" He Dongchu asked blankly.

"What Dr. Xue Guo did is similar to what I thought. He wanted to gather Mr. Ding's Qi and blood into three nodes, and finally moxibustion into the acupoints to disperse the Qi and blood throughout the body." Qin Fan shook his head and said: "Qi When the blood spreads, Mr. Ding's blood vessels will be unable to withstand the pressure and completely destroy his vitality."

"This!" He Dongchu was shocked and said, "Isn't that Mr. Ding..."

Qin Fan said: "Don't be too pessimistic, I have already thought of ways to deal with the aftermath."

"Mr. Ding!" He Dongchu shouted loudly: "Can you open the door?"

"... "

It’s not over yet!Ding Kangan's face was gloomy, his patience was completely worn away, "Shenyi Doctor He, you are a senior Chinese medicine doctor, why are you fooling around with young people?"

"Mr. Ding..."

"Stop talking and focus on watching." Ding Kangan interrupted him with a wave of his hand and continued to look into the room.

He Dongchu let out a long sigh. Since his family members had said so, he, an outsider, couldn't say anything more. He could only watch Xue Delin's acupuncture carefully, just like Qin Fan.

Time passed by, and the acupuncture came to the final stage. Finally, the Chongmai was sealed, and this time the short acupuncture was completed.

Finally, under Qin Fan's nervous gaze, Xue Delin inserted the short needle into Mr. Ding's Zhongzhu point.

He Dongchu originally believed in Xue Delin's medical skills, but after Qin Fan's explanation, he also became concerned.

He was very curious whether Mr. Ding would really burst a blood vessel as Qin Fan said.

Xue Delin wiped the sweat from his forehead, made a "finished" gesture to the outside, then picked up the Bai Ning Pill and was about to put it into Mr. Ding's mouth.

boom! boom! boom!

But at this moment, Old Ding's body suddenly began to shake violently, and dark red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Xue Delin's expression changed. What's going on? His energy and blood seemed to be out of control.

"what's the situation?"

"Is there something wrong with the treatment?"

People outside saw Mr. Ding covered in blood and began to talk anxiously.

Qin Fan said in a serious tone: "What I was most worried about happened."

He Dongchu said in horror: "This...will really burst blood vessels?"

"What? Burst a blood vessel?"

"Isn't that dead?"

When the Ding family heard the words "exploding blood vessels", they immediately exploded.

In the information age, they often heard that someone died due to a burst blood vessel. It was a serious matter that could kill someone, so the Ding family couldn't help but not worry.

"We can still be saved now, open the door quickly!" Qin Fan shouted.

Ding Kangan's face was livid, and he suddenly remembered Qin Fan's previous reminder. The situation was urgent, and he quickly opened the glass door without having time to think about it.

Qin Fan rushed in and walked to Mr. Ding's bedside. He took a deep breath and said, "Doctor He, please lend me the silver needle!"

Xue Delin stood beside him, motionless, his eyes blurred and his face pale, as if all his life force had been sucked away.

There was something really wrong with the short-term needle to extend life. The so-called most perfect solution was completely nonsense, which had a huge psychological impact on him.

He Dongchu came in with the needle box and handed it to Qin Fan.

"You stay and help me!"

"it is good!"

Qin Fan looked at Mr. Ding who was still bleeding, held his breath and concentrated, took out the silver needle from the needle box, and inserted it into the acupuncture point accurately.

His movements are light and smooth. Every time he raises his hand and every time he puts a needle, he is full of rhythmic beauty. His flowing movements attract the attention of others.

Someone murmured in surprise: "The mind and spirit are united, dexterous as a snake, needles hidden in the cotton, hard and soft at the same time, this is the state of perfection!"

Most of the people present were famous doctors from the southern sect. Just by looking at them, one could tell that Qin Fan's acupuncture skills had entered a high level.

After more than twenty injections, Qin Fan said in a deep voice: "Dr. He, please massage the acupuncture points on Mr. Ding's chest."

There is no doubt about He Dongchu's medical skills. With just one sentence, he knows what to do.

Even though Mr. Ding's chest was stained red and soaked with blood, he methodically pressed each acupuncture point.

"Push from top to bottom, and use less force to avoid squeezing the blood into the acupuncture points."

Qin Fan gave instructions while applying the acupuncture, as if a master was teaching his apprentice.

He Dongchu smiled helplessly and secretly thought that although he was not as good as you in acupuncture skills, he was still at the top of the pyramid in the field of Chinese medicine. How could he make such a low-level mistake?

Qin Fan had no time to care about his little thoughts, and immediately inserted the remaining silver needles into the acupuncture points in sequence to help Mr. Ding stop the bleeding.

Xue Delin sealed Mr. Ding's eight extraordinary meridians. Now you need to pay special attention to opening them, otherwise the blood will go retrograde and cause massive bleeding.

Seeing this, everyone understood that this young man had real skills. So what He Dongchu said earlier could not be true, right? Qin Fan really knows the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate and the Nine Needles of Yin and Yang?

Xue Delin came back to his senses, saw Qin Fan's action of dropping the needle, and gradually regained his energy.

"Head circumference, people welcome, return, severe due..."

He looked at the acupuncture point where Qin Fan injected the needle, his expression becoming more and more dull.