The campus belle’s girlfriend betrays her and activates the ghost system

Hanshan City

Four Seasons Spring Resort Hotel, business room on the 12th floor.

Onizuka Ichiro, wearing a gray kimono, was sitting on the sofa. In front of him was a delicate-looking girl in kimono, doing a tea ceremony, and there were a few followers sitting next to him.

Onitsuka Ichiro's eyes revealed extreme confidence and expectation.

He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he could feel the warm spring breeze of Sakura Country through the delicate texture of the kimono.

The kimono girl's technique is skillful and elegant, and every movement is as light as falling cherry blossoms.

The fragrance of tea permeates the air, in sharp contrast to the sea breeze outside the window.

Knock knock knock!

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a middle-aged man wearing traditional cold clothes walked in.

He had a warm smile on his face and held an exquisite wooden box in his hand.

This is Li Chenggong, a famous medical expert in Hanshan City.

He was invited here to exchange medical skills with Ichiro Onizuka, especially his attainments in acupuncture.

Hurala!

Another group of people came in outside, some of them media workers. They wore IDs on their chests and held various shooting equipment in their hands.

Further back, a middle-aged man pushed a gray-haired old man in from outside.

The old man was terminally ill and at the end of his life.

Today, the chosen one is the vehicle for Li Chenggong to compete with Onitsuka Ichiro.

The middle-aged man in Hanshan City is also a man with great hands and eyes, otherwise he would not have been able to get this opportunity!

Whether it succeeds or fails, he will give it a try.

If one of these two people could cure his father, it would be a huge advantage.

The key is that it doesn’t cost a penny!

When Onitsuka Ichiro saw Li Chenggong, a master of medicine from the cold country, he immediately stood up from the sofa and bowed deeply.

His movements were smooth and solemn, and the hem of his kimono swayed gently with his movements, as if to tell his devotion to medical skills.

This is his etiquette and his respect for the upcoming medical exchange.

Li Chenggong saw this and returned the gift gracefully.

His eyes were firm and deep, and they collided with Onizuka Ichiro's eyes in the air, as if a ball of fire was ignited.

The contest between the two medical masters was already unfolding invisibly, although they were not spoken.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, as if the air had frozen.

The kimono girl stopped the tea ceremony in her hands and stood quietly aside, her eyes full of anticipation.

The followers were all solemn and solemn, watching the two masters intently, for fear of missing any detail.

Zhang Chaoxiong pushed his father forward, bowed to the two of them and said, "Please!"

Media reporters rushed forward one after another, holding cameras and cameras, constantly adjusting their angles to ensure that every detail could be captured.

The camera focused on the white-haired old man. His face was full of traces of time, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The reporters' flashlights kept flashing, which seemed a bit abrupt in this solemn atmosphere.

The camera turned to Onitsuka Ichiro and Li Chenggong again.

The two stood beside the old man, their eyes full of seriousness and concentration.

Onizuka Ichiro took out a set of exquisite acupuncture tools from the wooden box and carefully disinfected them, while Li Chenggong gently held the old man's wrist and began to carefully diagnose the pulse.

This Onitsuka Ichiro is very special. Every silver needle he carries seems to be a treasure in his life. Such disinfection matters could have been left to his assistants or even disciples.

But he wiped every needle himself, his attitude was like a pilgrim.

When the disinfection work was completed, he lightly pressed two fingers on the old man's wrist, and then took it back after a minute, with a look of relief on his face.

"You miracle doctor, please go first!"

Onizuka Ichiro was very polite.

Li Chenggong glanced at Onitsuka Ichiro with a solemn expression.

He felt that Onizuka Ichiro seemed to be quite sure of the old man's condition, which made him feel a little nervous.

He had just taken the old man's pulse. The old man had run out of fuel and was on the verge of death.

Even if he has superb medical skills, using silver needles to treat him can only delay his symptoms slightly, but it will have no effect at all.

If Onizuka Ichiro can alleviate his condition or even develop it for the better, it means that the other party's medical skills are higher than his own.

Today, he will fight on behalf of the medical community in Hanshan City. If he loses, he will not only lose face, but also the medical community in Hanshan City.

Li Chenggong thought for a while and said: "If I take action, I can only delay the patient's life for ten days. I wonder, Mr. Onitsuka Ichiro, how far can you make this patient recover?"

Onizuka Ichiro's chest puffed up, and a look of pride appeared on his face.

"If I take action, he can live for one more year!"

"what?"

The expressions of everyone present changed drastically.

Even the medical experts in Hanshan City could only delay the life of this dying man for a week.

But this one from Sakura Country can let him live for one more year.

The medical skills of the two are comparable!

Zhang Chaoxiong couldn't help but tremble, his face flushed.

Originally, his family had already prepared his funeral arrangements. Being able to live one more year and fulfill his filial piety for one more year would be of great help to his reputation.

And it also plays a vital role in his family's business!

Resist the urge in your heart. Look at these two people who are going to compete in medical skills.

This was not the time for him to speak.

Li Chenggong's eyes were focused, and the expression on his face kept changing. He pondered for a long time and sighed softly.

"Then please ask Mr. Onitsuka Ichiro to take action!"

Onitsuka Ichiro slowly walked to the old man's side. His movements were elegant and solemn, as if every step was paying tribute to the palace of medical skills.

He gently took out a silver needle from the wooden box. The silver needle shone coldly in the sun, as if it contained endless vitality.

Onitsuka Ichiro inserted a silver needle into an acupuncture point on the old man's body, and then took out another one and stuck it into another acupoint.

His movements were smooth and precise, and each needle penetrated the acupuncture point accurately.

His technique was skillful and gentle, as if he was stroking the old man's life.

As the silver needle penetrated, a trace of blood slowly appeared on the old man's face, which was originally pale as paper.

The closed eyes were trembling slightly at this moment, as if some force was quietly awakening his sleeping life.

Every stitch of Onitsuka Ichiro is extremely precise, as if he is weaving an invisible web of life, slowly pulling the old man back from the edge of death.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more solemn, and everyone held their breath for fear of missing this miraculous transformation.

The media staff holding the camera did not dare to press the shutter at this moment, for fear that his action would cause serious consequences.

The kimono girl's eyes flashed with excitement. She stared at the old man closely, as if she had seen the miracle of life.

Zhang Chaoxiong was stunned and couldn't believe what he was seeing.