Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Li Jiaojiao yelled: "It's bad, someone fainted."

The noisy crowd all surrounded him with a roar.

Qi Xue, whose cheeks were still red, heard the shouting and immediately looked at Zhang Huaien with an ugly expression.

Zhang Huai'en didn't hesitate. He walked quickly to the crowded place and someone shouted: "Miracle Doctor Zhang is here."

The originally impenetrable encirclement suddenly opened up.

Jiang Xiaochuan also followed Zhang Huai'en's footsteps and squeezed in.

I saw an old man lying on the ground wearing gray short-sleeves and white suit pants. He also wore a gold watch on his wrist. From his elegant clothes, he could tell that he was not an ordinary person.

At this time, the old man's face was pale, his lips were purple, the whites of his eyes were turned up, and his right hand and right leg were stretched out straight. The situation was very critical.

"Isn't this the father of Captain Zhang of the Security Team?"

Someone recognized the old man's identity and whispered among the crowd.

Zhang Huaien squatted on the ground and observed for a moment, then quickly asked someone to take out three silver needles from the counter, and stabbed them into the old man's head with a skillful technique.

After waiting for a while, the old man's stiff arms and legs relaxed slightly, and his complexion gradually became rosy.

Zhang Huaien wiped the sweat from his forehead and took the needle back.

He ordered: "Hurry up and call 120. He has acute cerebral obstruction. I temporarily helped him soothe his brain nerves, but I can't support him for long."

Everyone knows that if acute cerebral infarction does not receive timely treatment, hemiplegia or direct death is likely to occur.

Zhang Huai'en was like pulling the old man from the gate of hell. The crowd suddenly burst into fierce applause, and all kinds of complimentary words followed.

"As expected of the honorary vice president of the Jinhai County Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, this acupuncture is amazing."

"That is, in Jinhai County, Mr. Zhang is ranked second in terms of acupuncture, and no one dares to be ranked first..." "

"From now on, I will come to Baoda Pavilion to buy medicinal materials..."

Qi Xue looked at everyone's reaction and felt happy. Zhang Huai'en's move today was like a very effective advertisement for Baoda Pavilion.

She called two store clerks and was about to carry the old man to a cool place to wait for the ambulance, when she heard a yell: "Don't touch him."

This shout was full of anger, making everyone's originally relaxed nerves tense up again. Looking at the sound, they found that it was a young boy talking, and instantly some people were unhappy.

A middle-aged man in his forties pointed at Jiang Xiaochuan and lectured him: "Boy, do you know what you are talking about? This is the father of the security captain. Can you be responsible for the delay?"

The voice of the speaker was extremely loud, and there was a hint of flattery in his tone, as if the captain could hear him.

Hearing the shout, Zhang Huaien stared at Jiang Xiaochuan with a serious expression, as if waiting for his reason.

Jiang Xiaochuan ignored everyone's doubts, went straight to the old man, squatted down, and carefully looked at the old man's scalp to confirm that there was no cerebral hemorrhage.

He turned to look at Zhang Huaien and said quickly: "It's too late..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's originally rosy complexion suddenly began to turn purple.

"Lend me a silver needle."

Under the critical situation, Jiang Xiaochuan stopped explaining and shouted to Zhang Huaien.

When this happened, even the experienced Zhang Huaien was a little confused.

Subconsciously, he handed the silver needle in his hand to Jiang Xiaochuan.

The middle-aged man, who was trying to pull Jiang Xiaochuan away in an aggressive manner, froze when he met Jiang Xiaochuan's sharp eyes and froze in place at a loss.

Jiang Xiaochuan got the silver needle, looked at the acupuncture points, and then moved his fingertips, and the three silver needles in his hand quickly started to tremble slightly.

"Mysterious Pointer Technique!"

Zhang Huaien, who had been observing carefully, was stunned for a moment, staring at Jiang Xiaochuan's hand in disbelief, and then moved a little closer with hot eyes.

I saw Jiang Xiaochuan pricking the old man's Shaoyang, Taichong, and temples with a needle very quickly, and then took out two silver needles.

He quickly shouted to the middle-aged man who was still stunned: "Expose the back of his head."

When the middle-aged man saw that Jiang Xiaochuan's acupuncture technique was no less than that of Zhang Huai'en, who was known as the "miraculous doctor", he couldn't stop him or not. He was stunned and at a loss what to do.

After being ordered by Jiang Xiaochuan, he carefully changed the old man's body to lie on his side.

As soon as he turned it over, two golden needles were accurately inserted into the old man's back and Fengfu points.

Then Jiang Xiaochuan gently pinched the tail of the needle at the back acupoint, as if it was held together by an invisible thread, and the golden needle at Fengfu acupoint actually trembled slightly.

A trace of air flowed into his body, and the old man's complexion, which was originally purple, instantly returned to flushing.

His breathing also became even, his originally stiff limbs slowly returned to normal, and he looked like he was asleep.

Ten minutes later, a pale-faced Jiang Xiaochuan pulled out the silver needle and gave it back to Zhang Huaien, who was in shock.

He took a deep breath and said, "That's almost it."

Then, regardless of everyone's surprised looks, he walked straight to the booth in the lobby and closed his eyes to rest.

"Cough cough!"

With two low coughs, the old man slowly woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Huai'en looking at him.

She grabbed his hand excitedly and said with lingering fear: "Mr. Zhang, if you hadn't been here today, my life would have been decided here."

During the onset of the disease, he felt several needles pricking his body, and then waves of indescribably comfortable air flowed through his mind, abruptly pulling him back from the hell gate.

At this moment, his gratitude to Zhang Huaien was beyond words.

Zhang Huaien smiled ashamedly when he heard this: "I would like to cure your illness, but I don't have the ability. There is someone else who can save you."

As he said that, he pointed his hand at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was closing his eyes to rest.

"What, you mean this doll?"

The old man looked at the thin young man, raised his eyebrows, and thought to himself: "Isn't this just a little baby?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Huaien nodded repeatedly.

At this time, the middle-aged man who helped the old man turn aside said: "Uncle Zhang, it is indeed true."

The old man turned his head and looked over, instantly recognizing this person: "Aren't you Xiao Liu who often goes to my house?"

Then he took another look at everyone's surprised expressions and knew that what Zhang Huai'en said was true.

After adjusting his clothes, he walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan and said gratefully: "Thank you, the little miracle doctor, for your help."

After speaking, he lowered his body and bowed to Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan quickly helped the old man up: "The old man said something serious."

The middle-aged man picked up the old man's walking stick, walked over, and said flatteringly: "You will be my benefactor, Liu Zhan, after you save my Uncle Zhang's life."

After speaking, he also bowed.

Looking at Liu Zhan, who had a sinister look on his face, Jiang Xiaochuan felt unhappy, and his expression turned cold.

Sensing something strange, Old Man Zhang thought Jiang Xiaochuan was going to raise the price.

He calmly took the cane from Liu Zhan's hand.

He said tentatively: "Little miracle doctor, look at how I can thank you."

Although the wording was still respectful, the tone was a bit harsher.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaochuan waved his hand: "No need, today is purely fate between you and me, no money is required."