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"Dragon Breath Needle Technique!"

Lu Xiu Ran exclaimed.

Then, he turned to look at Mao Deyong and said solemnly: "Mao Divine Doctor, he has mastered the Dragon Breath Acupuncture Technique at such a young age, which is enough to show that he has indeed received the true teachings of the Master!"

Mao Deyong was actually a little shocked.

As a miracle doctor, although he had never seen the Dragon Breath Acupuncture Method, he had seen it in some medical books.

He remembered very clearly that this acupuncture method was extremely difficult to master. Many people spent their entire lives studying it, but in the end they didn't even know which direction the door was.

Therefore, this acupuncture method is also known as one of the most difficult acupuncture methods in the world.

But he was really not convinced.

He already felt uncomfortable taking a test of this magnitude at such a young age.

Moreover, when he entered the door, he had a conflict with his apprentice Zhen Nanzhi.

He was a man who cared a lot about his reputation, and when his apprentice was criticized, it was like a slap in the face, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"President Lu, are you sure he used the Dragon Breath Needle Technique?"

After thinking for a while, he asked with a suspicious look on his face.

Lu Xiuran nodded and said with certainty, "It can't be wrong! The Master used this acupuncture method to cure the dying patient. I even asked the Master for advice, and he told me that this acupuncture method is the Dragon Breath Acupuncture Method."

Mao Deyong curled his lips and said, "Maybe he just learned the form but not the spirit?"

Lu Xiuran's expression changed slightly and he looked at Mao Deyong strangely.

"What are you looking at me for? Am I right? Dragon Breath Needle Technique is not something that most people can master. How old is he to be able to learn it? He must be copying it to fool people."

Lu Xiu Ran held it in for a moment, but couldn't help but whispered, "Dr. Mao, you are one of the three great doctors in the National Medical Hall. How can you say such ignorant words? If you can't master the Dragon Breath Acupuncture Method and use it rashly, it will not only fail to save people, but also kill people. Now, do you see any changes in the patient's condition?"

Mao Deyong's expression suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment.

Of course he knew that what Lu Xiuran said was true.

In ancient medical texts, the Dragon Breath Acupuncture method is recorded, but it does come with a warning.

Before you fully master it, you should not use it lightly, otherwise saving people will turn into killing people.

He was really unconvinced, but he really couldn't refute it, so he could only say angrily: "Let's wait and see, we don't know if it can be cured or not."

Pi Yangyang could still hear their conversation clearly.

But he seemed not to have heard it at all. He sat there calmly writing down a prescription.

Five minutes later, he scanned the golden needle.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man exclaimed: "Her wound... is leaking water..."

It turned out that some parts of the woman's wound had rotted, and thick water mixed with blood was slowly oozing out.

"Why are you so surprised? Help her wipe it."

Pi Yangyang said calmly. Then he added: "Be careful, don't touch the needle."

The middle-aged man quickly took the cotton yarn and carefully helped the woman wipe off the thick water.

The woman was obviously in great pain. She was sweating profusely and her hands were clenched into fists, but she gritted her teeth and persisted without making a sound.

But at this moment, she couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly, "It hurts so much..."

Mao Deyong immediately said, "Quick, the patient has responded, why don't you give him the injection?"

Pi Yangyang turned around and gave him a strange look, saying, "What are you making a fuss about? Her illness is painful, isn't this normal?"

"Can……"

Mao Deyong wanted to argue, but Lu Xiuran waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous. I think everything should be fine."

Because he saw that the strange bright red color on the woman's face was slowly fading.

This is a sign that the toxins in her body are gradually being eliminated.

Fifteen minutes later, Pi Yangyang took out the golden needle.

No more thick fluid oozed out of the woman's wound, but a layer of transparent liquid oozed out.

Pi Yangyang handed the prescription to Lu Xiuran and said, “President Lu, this prescription is for external use. In a week, her illness will be cured.”

Lu Xiuran took the prescription and before he could say anything, Mao Deyong said in disbelief, "A week? Can she recover in a week?"

Pi Yangyang smiled slightly, "It can heal, and it can heal the scar."

"How is that possible? Let me see your prescription."

Lu Xiuran didn't say much and directly handed the prescription to Mao Deyong.

Mao Deyong only took a glance, then his eyes widened immediately, and he said in shock: "Wolfsbane, safflower, Panax notoginseng... just these ordinary medicines, you think they can make her heal in a week?"

Pi Yangyang did not answer, but shook his head slightly.

But Mao Deyong continued in astonishment, "And this ratio... is too outrageous. Who would prescribe Chinese medicine that requires 200 grams of one herbal medicine?"

Pi Yangyang said calmly: "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Lu Xiuran was also a little curious. He took the prescription again, took a careful look at it, and then frowned.

"Mr. Pi, your prescription... is indeed a bit beyond tradition. Are you sure it will be effective and that there will be no accidents?"

Obviously, Lu Xiuran also felt that this prescription was a bit unorthodox.

Pi Yangyang still had a good impression of Lu Xiuran, so he put away his careless look and said seriously: "When a doctor uses medicine, he cannot stick to the book inheritance, but must make appropriate adjustments according to the actual situation of the patient. Now this patient has been poisoned to the internal organs and brain, and her condition is very critical. If we still use traditional methods, her life will definitely not be saved.

"As the saying goes, severe illness requires strong medicine, that's the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Deyong sneered and said, "How dare you, a kid who hasn't even fully grown his hair, preach to President Lu? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

His words immediately resonated with many people.

Ai Qiuming also said: "Young man, you may have some skills, but President Lu is the genius doctor of the National Medical Clinic, a true master of traditional Chinese medicine. If you want to show off, you shouldn't show off in front of him, right?"

Some people in the audience also started to make a noise, "Young people nowadays really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. I don't know where they learned a little medical skills, but they think they can do anything. How can they be so arrogant and dare to lecture the president of the Chinese Medical Association? It's ridiculous!"

"It's because President Lu has a good temper. If it were me, I would have told him to get out long ago!"

"This is the tragedy of Chinese medicine in our country! Young people become arrogant after learning a little bit, and really think that Chinese medicine is so easy to learn..."

Listening to these discussions, Sun Defang could no longer sit still, and stood up and said, "I believe that there will be no problem with the prescription prescribed by Mr. Pi."

"I believe too!"

Huang Lianshui also stood up and spoke loudly.

"What's the point of you believing? Don't you see that the people standing on the stage are the most powerful traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in China! Do you think that their level is not as good as yours?"

Immediately, an old man shouted loudly with an excited look on his face.

Sun Defang was stunned for a moment, then said, "The most powerful Chinese medicine practitioners are all on the stage? I don't think so."

The old man said disdainfully: "Do you think your medical skills are better than those on the stage?"

Sun Defang said, "I am not so ignorant of myself! But I want to ask you, can the medical skills of Xie Ping, the successor of Xuanyi Sect, compare with those of the people on the stage?"

The old man choked suddenly, his face turning red and white.

After a long while, he said in a muffled voice: "It is natural that Dr. Xie's medical skills are beyond words, but everyone knows that he is like a wandering cloud and a wild crane, a dragon that can only be seen from head to tail. Can you still invite him to the scene to identify this prescription?"

Just as Sun Defang was about to answer, a slightly old but full-bodied voice came from the door, "Who wants to see me?"

Although the sound came from the entrance of the hall, it was clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone was startled and turned to look.

I saw an old man, accompanied by two young people, a man and a woman, striding towards me.

When Pi Yangyang saw them, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.

These three people are Xie Ping, Xie Xiyue and Sun Gang.

He also didn't expect that Xie Ping would come uninvited.

The hall was completely silent, with only the sound of their three footsteps.

"Thank you, Doctor?!"

After a moment, several people in the hall exclaimed at the same time and rushed forward with excited expressions.