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The location of Hot Pot City is not far from the city center. The nearest hospital is at most 15 minutes away, but it will be blocked for half an hour.

The driver's leg was stuck in the driver's seat. The passers-by who tried to pull him out vaguely saw that he poked out the white bones in his leg, and the bright red blood was gurgling.

"The bones are coming out? What should I do?"

"If you bleed like this, you will die!?"

"Is the ambulance here yet?"

"Traffic jam! No matter how good the driver is, he can't drive to the sky."

"Is there any medical student? Help me to deal with it!"

A man with glasses came out of the chaotic crowd, shouting "I'm a doctor, let me see", he lowered his head to check under the expectant eyes of everyone, for a moment, retracted, shook, his face was extremely ugly : "No, this can't be cured."

"He injured an artery, and the position was blocked by the seat on the inner side. Now people can't get it out. I can't stop his bleeding urgently, and I can't move him casually. If the ambulance doesn't come..." The man swallowed, Sweat dripped from his face, "I'm afraid I won't be able to save him."

The crowd gasped, and those who were full of emotion covered their mouths and sobbed softly.

The man sighed, and his face, which was used to seeing life and death, also showed helpless sadness at this moment.

The person stuck inside fainted at the moment of the impact, but it seemed that he could still feel the pain in the coma, moaning and moaning high and low, and gradually lowered as time went by, like a slowly draining Life, pressing the heavy gloom on everyone present.

God wants to take people's lives, and the doctors can't help it.

If you can save a disease, you cannot save a life.

Wordless heaviness spread, someone shook his head, couldn't bear to watch such a scene anymore, and left with his hands behind his back, more and more kept looking at the direction of the ambulance, burning with anxiety, expecting a miracle to appear.

Just at this time.

"Give way!"

The sudden sound from the crowd was like thunder.

Everyone looked in the direction in surprise, and saw a young man struggling to squeeze in from the outside, his face was reddish and sweating, and his eyes were anxious.

"Let me take a look!" he said loudly, "I have a cure!"

"Who? He said he has a way?"

"The hair is all neat, and you have to use different occasions when joking!"

Ye Yao ignored the suspicious or angry eyes of the people around him, trotted to the side of the car, looked down at the man in the driver's seat, and then squatted down.

The doctor was pushed away by him unexpectedly, and immediately came up to stop him nervously and dissatisfied: "What are you doing?!"

This is no nonsense!

If the ambulance arrives in time, maybe this person can be saved, but what if a random kid messes around and kills the person!

Don't talk nonsense, if you are caught by your family members, you will also get into trouble.

He was about to stretch out his hand to pull the man, but when he lowered his head, he could not help but froze when he saw the movement of the young man's hand.

This is……

There was a row of silver needles in front of Ye Yao. He concentrated his eyes and remained unmoved by the bloody and bloody scene in front of him. His white brows were calm, and his hands did not tremble. As soon as he raised his hand, he inserted the needles steadily. It pierced into the exposed skin, then bent the ring finger and flicked it lightly, the tail of the needle trembled.

The doctor seemed to hear a faint hum.

Poppin! ?

His eyes widened suddenly, and he almost cried out with excitement.

——Traditional Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion, the finer the needle, the more difficult it is to insert the needle. Needling requires long-term and hard practice. Without a certain finger force technique, not to mention the difficulty of inserting the needle, it will cause pain and affect the healing effect, not to mention the middle It is one of the most difficult art of popping the needle, and any slight deviation may cause the needle to slip.

Such a technique that even today's national players may not necessarily master, was actually skillfully used in the hands of a young man who seemed to be no more than twenty!

The doctor's eyes were shining, he closed his mouth, and carefully observed Ye Yao's movements.

The trembling of the needle tail has been going on for almost a minute, without any sign of stopping, but the blood gushing out at the beginning has gradually decreased, turning into occasional streaks of blood.

It's done...it's done!

The doctor was so excited that he stepped forward and wanted to hold Ye Yao.

"Step aside--"

Ye Yao pushed him away with a solemn face, and raised his voice to the outside: "Two people, get him out first."

"This..." The people around looked around hesitantly.

Didn't you just say you can't move?

"The bleeding has stopped." Ye Yao pressed his anxiety and explained, "But it has to be rescued as soon as possible for further treatment."

The doctor also echoed: "Yes, yes, it's all right! Now I can move, hurry up and help."

Finally two men came forward.

Ye Yao instructed: "Don't touch the needle on his leg."

The doctor who turned into a fanboy repeatedly emphasized: "Don't touch it!"

He seemed more concerned than Ye Yao, following those two people back and forth, tiptoeing and watching.

The deformed door was pried open, and the two big men were sweating profusely. They broke off the steering wheel and threw it away, and then carefully lifted the people inside.

"It's really not bleeding anymore!" one of them exclaimed.

The other took a closer look: "Just relying on needles? ... What's the use of anesthesia when you're so awesome?"

"Hey, hey, don't move!" The doctor kept shouting from the sidelines, a little sour, "This technique is very rare. If it can be popularized, no hospital would want it."

It's just that I don't know where this young man learned from. He is so sophisticated at such a young age that it is rumored that any hospital or research institute will have to fight for his head.

Ye Yao pursed his lips and watched, always paying attention to the amount of bleeding.

Seeing the wounded being carefully carried out of the cab, Ye Yao took a light breath before letting go, the accident happened suddenly

The man who was lifting the person on the left slipped his hand, and the injured person suddenly turned to one side. He frantically tried to lift the person up again, just in time to touch the trembling needle.

"—be careful!" the doctor yelled.

But it was too late.

The blood that was so hard to stop suddenly burst out like a small fountain.

The man who made a mistake couldn't help howling, which made the other person tremble and almost let go of his hand.

The doctor was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

At the critical moment, Ye Yao stepped forward in two steps, supported the wounded body with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and quickly and precisely pressed the acupuncture point above the wound.

The arterial blood sprayed all over the body of several people immediately died down like a spring whose source was blocked.

Only then did the crowd scream in response.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Stop...stop it!"

"My heart almost jumped out just now!"

Just now Ye Yao was behind them and didn't see clearly, but now he turned his face, a few drops of blood stood on his fair face and slowly slid down, the indescribable contrast was shocking.

"Give me a cloth strip! Or a belt!" He said in a deep voice.

Outsiders may look at the neat and easy movements, but in fact, his method of hemostasis with bare hands is very energy-intensive, and he needs to feel the depth and direction of the veins and blood vessels of the muscles in order to have an accurate and immediate effect.

His thumb had faintly started to cramp.

Among the girls watching, one came out timidly, holding a hair tie: "Is this okay?"

Ye Yao thanked him for taking it, and quickly circled it a few times, tightly tied the proximal end above the wound, and attached his left hand, pulled out three silver needles again, and almost instantly stuck three different acupoints, middle finger, ring finger , Little finger flicked in turn, and the tail needle trembled densely.

The wounded let out a low moan in unconsciousness.

"You must hold on..."

Beads of sweat dripped from Ye Yao's forehead.

"Come... here! The ambulance is here!"

Cheers erupted from the periphery of the crowd.

Ye Yao raised his head, and when he heard the whistling sound from far to near, a smile finally appeared on his face.

life saved...

The white coat quickly ran down from the car and rushed in front of several people. The stretcher was placed on the ground, and the doctors and nurses came forward to move them, asking hurriedly, "What's the situation?"

"The leg bones are exposed, and the femoral artery is ruptured." Ye Yao stood up, and while the few people were not paying attention, he stuffed a pill the size of a little finger into the injured person's mouth, and at the same time let go, leaving only three silver needles still in place. tremble.

"Heavy bleeding!?" The doctor was startled, and quickly checked the leg, but after looking carefully, he was puzzled again, "This amount of bleeding doesn't look like a ruptured artery?"

His eyes moved to the three silver needles, he was at a loss at first, then he seemed to think of something, and said in shock: "The needles?!"

"Let's hurry to the hospital." Ye Yao interrupted him, "This method can only stop it for a while, and it depends on you to save it."

"Oh..." The doctor came back to his senses, and beckoned the nurse to quickly carry him to the car, but he still couldn't help but look back at Ye Yao with disbelief.

The ambulance whistled and went away, Ye Yao watched and let out a deep breath.

He turned around and saw the enthusiastic doctor who couldn't save the adult standing behind him, with an eager expression on his face: "Well, I can ask for advice..."

"I'm sorry." Ye Yao was as calm as Mount Tai and even disappeared with a bit of a sharp aura.

He lowered his head and hurried out.

"Wait, little brother, take a picture with me!"

"What's your name, little brother? Your hands were so handsome just now!"

"Can I leave a WeChat message?"

The man was saved, and the bystanders finally had the will to think about other things.

Ye Yao's face was still stained with blood, and the blood made his complexion whiter and his lips more colorful, and he lost all restraint towards the girl he coveted, and immediately surrounded him.

"Please let me out." Ye Yao was not used to the enthusiasm of the real person, his face quickly turned red, and he resisted with restraint, which attracted even crazier "so cute" and "ahh, I can't stand it".

In his previous life, Ye Yao, who was mostly pure in the world of cultivation, couldn't stand this routine, and a pair of thin white hands almost touched him.

"I really have something to do..." He raised his head desperately, "Please make room for me—"

There was a sudden cool touch on the hand.

Ye Yao was surprised, and turned his head abruptly, only to see that Mr. Bu had arrived behind him at some point, holding his wrist, and staring at him with a pair of eyes that were bottomless.

"Yan Xu." Amidst the noise, the man's voice clearly entered his ears.

The assistant who also squeezed in along with the boss helped the boss to block the approach of the people around him, while responding: "The person has already arrived, please be patient."

As soon as the voice fell, there was commotion outside, and a group of bodyguards in black and leather shoes came over to cut off the crowd, and quickly cleared a small path.

Ye Yao was led out of the crowd by Bu Zhong, and he didn't hear the startled and whispered discussion about his identity behind his back.

The bodyguards followed all the way and finally escorted the two into the car safely.

Ye Yao watched the scenery outside the window move slowly, and wiped his sweat for the rest of his life: "Thank you for saving me...Mr. Bu!?"

He stared at the man with wide eyes.

The calm and powerful aura just now fell apart like earth tiles in an instant.

Bu Zhong's face was pale, he turned his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: It's time for you to save the hero, Ye Xiaoyao, go!