The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

Qin Fan's pupils shrank, what's going on, something went wrong with the acupuncture?

puff!Zhi!

Ding Lao's seven orifices began to bleed, and it was not the usual red color, but rather black.

"Huh? Mr. Ding is bleeding again."

"This...should be part of the treatment, right?"

The old Chinese medicine doctors didn't worry too much. Compared with the blood just shed, this was extremely weak.

He Dongchu and Xue Delin looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"Will thirteen injections cause bleeding from all seven orifices?" Xue Delin asked.

He Dongchu said confusedly: "I don't know either, it's not recorded in medical books."

Xue Delin frowned and said, "Could it be that he made a mistake in giving the acupuncture?"

"Impossible. There is no problem with the order and strength of the thirteen ghost points. Although I don't understand trembling acupuncture, but since Divine Doctor Qin can even learn trembling acupuncture, it is impossible for him to make such a small mistake."

He Dongchu racked his brains to think, and then his expression suddenly changed: "Did the needle shrinking be wrong?"

"The chance of making a mistake when tightening the needle is much smaller than when applying the acupuncture. He applied the acupuncture correctly, so how could he make a mistake by narrowing the acupuncture?" Xue Delin shook his head to refute his guess.

"Mr. Xue Guo, Doctor He, what are the consequences of acupuncture mistakes?" someone asked.

He Dongchu smiled bitterly and said: "One wrong shot, everything will be lost, blood will flow backwards, and death will be inevitable!"

"what?"

When the Ding family heard this, they immediately became excited.

Ding Kangan's expression tightened and he quickly asked: "Is there something wrong with Miracle Doctor Qin's treatment method?"

He Dongchu shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. We won't know until he comes out."

Xue Delin said in confusion: "I see nothing wrong with his acupuncture process, how could it fail?"

Qin Fan was sweating profusely, and his fingers quickly passed over the remaining silver needles to check for any problems.

Ok?

When he touched the Shenmai point on his feet, he couldn't help but stare.

Why is the depth of this silver needle different?

Originally, the Shenmai point was three points deep, but now it became two points.

Qin Fan is very confident in his acupuncture skills. Unless there is external intervention, it will never loosen.

There were only Mr. Ding, him and Huang Xiangbei in the treatment room.

Mr. Ding can't move now, he doesn't have the ability to move the needle, and he can't touch it, so there is only one possibility left...

He raised his head, his eyes flashing coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Did you move the silver needle?"

Huang Xiangbei felt cold all over when he saw his gaze, and then he remembered that he could see the situation inside from the outside, so no one could tell that his expression was different.

He steeled himself and pretended to be calm: "Qin Fan, you killed Mr. Ding, just wait for the Ding family to take revenge."

Qin Fan squinted his eyes and said coldly: "No wonder, I just said it's only been a few hours, how could you have changed so much? It turned out to be this idea!"

"Haha, I blame you for being too sharp. I don't allow anyone to threaten my status!"

Huang Xiangbei was very cunning. Although he said vicious words, his face was full of anxiety.

No sound could be heard outside. To outsiders, he was just worried about Mr. Ding's condition.

"Hmph, I will let you know the difference between traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine today!"

Qin Fan glared at him angrily, turned around and quickly pulled out the remaining silver needle, forcing blood from his fingertips and dripping onto Mr. Ding's chest.

"Qin Fan used this set of acupuncture to bring the girl who was seriously injured in the car accident back to hell!" Old Man Wang shouted excitedly.

"Spring comes out of dead trees, really spring comes out of dead trees!"

Xue Delin was shocked and said: "From the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate to the Dead Tree Spring Acupuncture, how many strange needles does he know?"

He Dongchu was also shocked, but fortunately he had seen Qin Fan's magic before, and now he had the ability to resist. Hearing this, he smiled proudly and said: "I told you, Miracle Doctor Qin is a rare genius in the traditional Chinese medicine world in a hundred years. Even Dr. Li from the China National Health Commission is willing to be defeated!"

"I don't even understand what you are proud of?" Xue Delin couldn't stand his stinky look, so he curled his lips and said: "A young man in his 20s surpasses you in acupuncture. If I were you, I would be ashamed. To the point of committing suicide.”

"... "

The smile on He Dongchu's face froze instantly. It seemed that this was the reason. He was more powerful than him at a young age, but in turn, he was a bit useless.

"Are you dumbfounded?"

"As for your northern sect, you all rely on the wisdom of your predecessors and have no level of your own at all. You are so proud of yourself!"

He Dongchu couldn't compete with him on this issue, so he simply escalated it to a dispute between the northern and southern factions.

"Smelly old man, I'm giving you face, aren't you? Are you very smart in acupuncture? Are you relying on the accumulated experience of your predecessors?"

"We must at least study and practice acupuncture techniques diligently. What do you need to practice?"

"My mother, I'm going to pluck out your beard!"

The two old men were about to fight again. Ding Kang'an quickly walked between them and persuaded with a wry smile: "Two miracle doctors, my father is in danger. Can you please stop for a moment and help my father through the crisis first?"

The two stopped reluctantly, but it could be seen from their expressions that the matter was not over yet.

Old Man Wang took advantage of the argument between the two and secretly seized the observation position. His whole old face was pressed against the glass, and he really wanted to break the glass and rush in.

"You're still trying to grab a spot, get out of here!"

He Dongchu and Xue Delin said in unison, with surprisingly tacit understanding, they pulled Old Wang's shoulders left and right and pushed him back to the side.

"Let's watch it together! Let's watch it together!"

Old Man Wang's obsession with Dead Tree Acupuncture was unexpected, and he even managed to squeeze out a gap regardless of their identities.

Qin Fan held three silver needles in each hand, and each time he waved them, they could be accurately inserted into Mr. Ding's acupuncture points.

He was still mumbling words, and in conjunction with the needle-pricking movements, he looked quite like the dancing master in the TV series.

Huang Xiangbei looked for a direction where no one could see his expression, with a sneer on his face.

Oh, are you crazy? It's better to be crazy, and you won't have to make excuses!

call out!

The silver needle inserted into Mr. Ding's body fell automatically, and his complexion returned to normal.

At this time, even He Dongchu couldn't understand and said blankly: "Is it possible that the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are effective when used together with the dead wood and the spring?"

Xue Delin rolled his eyes and said, "You, as a Southerner, don't understand, so how can I know?"

Others were also confused and couldn't tell whether the treatment process was wrong or wrong.

Huang Xiangbei opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen a ghost. He seemed to see a green light emerging from Mr. Ding's chest. Could it be that he was dazzled and hallucinating?

Then he realized that he couldn't let Qin Fan cure Mr. Ding, otherwise all the work would be in vain.

Huang Xiangbei took out a silver needle from the medicine box without leaving any trace, and held it between his fingers, hoping to find an opportunity to stab Mr. Ding's critical point and kill him.