Ye Fan's voice, although not very loud, was loud and loud with a convincing force.
For a while, everyone in the field focused their eyes on him.
From the outside, he was a seventeen or eight-year-old boy. He even wore the uniform of Suzhou-Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School. He had nothing to do with the doctor.
However, what he said just now has some truth!
A dead horse is a living horse doctor!
Anyway, now Wang Zhen has stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, no matter how much Ye Fan toss, it can't be worse!
In that case, let him try, even if hope is slim, but what if a miracle happens?
At this moment, Lu Yunfeng took a step forward, his sharp eyes swept towards Ye Fan, as if to see through his soul.
Ye Fan was not afraid at all, with his head held high, and he looked at Lu Yunfeng without being humble or arrogant.
For a time, the auras of the two were evenly divided.
After pondering for a moment, Lu Yunfeng suddenly said:
"Young man, now Brother Wang... his life is hanging by a thread, only the last half of his life is left to hang on. It will not be long! Unless Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, there is no possibility of surviving! And, with you At his age, I must have not obtained a medical qualification certificate, and I am not qualified to conduct medical consultations! But—"
At this point, Lu Yunfeng's talk changed, his eyes bursting with light, and he said in a deep voice:
"Brother Wang is my best friend, and I want him to wake up more than anyone else! Young man, go and try... even if someone is held accountable afterwards, I will do my best!"
Hearing these words, the expression of the triangular eyes on the side changed.
He never expected that Lu Yunfeng would let Ye Fan treat his adoptive father.
At this moment, his triangular eyes and mouth opened slightly, and he stopped talking, and finally he did not speak.
At this moment, his adoptive father's secretary and driver are both present. If he stops now, it will inevitably be "talking" and even rumors will spread.
In desperation, he had no choice but to remain silent, but his narrow eyes were half-squinted, and the cold light like a snake bloomed, staring at Ye Fan, full of hostility.
At this time, under the attention of everyone, Ye Fan strode to the front of the hospital bed, put his hands on Wang Zhen's head, and prepared to use the power of the Azure Dragon in his body to treat him.
The green dragon is a wood, and it is the master of life and death, and the power of the green dragon is also the best healing technique in this world.
Before Qin Meier bit her neck, Ye Fan only took a few seconds to restore the wound as new.
He took it for granted that the power of this blue dragon could also cure Wang Zhen's cerebral hemorrhage.
After all, to save one's life, it is better to build a seventh-level Buddha!
However, at this time, Wei Lao's voice suddenly sounded: "Xiao Fan, the strength of the Azure Dragon is indeed mysterious, but now the patient's injury has been made worse by the quack doctor. I am afraid that in a few minutes, the black and white impermanence will come to the door. Come to kill! The strength of Azure Dragon alone will not help at all!"
"Lao Wei, what should I do?" Ye Fan asked anxiously.
"Ahahaha... the deity is here, not to mention the kid calling for his life, even if he comes, he has to kneel down for the deity!"
Wei Lao's voice suddenly became domineering, arrogant, and arrogant, showing the might of a generation of immortals.
"Xiao Fan, this deity will pass you on "The God Needle of Du'er"! As long as you learn this God Needle, and cooperate with the strength of the Azure Dragon, you can promote the vitality of the sick person's body, rejuvenate the vitality, and bring back the dead!"
...
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan only felt that a powerful and powerful force was instantly injected into his eyebrows.
The flood of countless knowledge squeezed into his mind forcibly.
I don't know how long it has passed, as long as more than a dozen centuries, and as short as a moment, Ye Fan finally opened his eyes, like a star-like light, blooming in them.
However, because he had his back to the crowd, no one noticed his strangeness. He had been standing in front of Wang Zhen's hospital bed, motionless like a wooden person.
Seeing this scene, a touch of disdain appeared on the triangular eyes and the face of the glamorous woman.
In their opinion, even if such a "variable" as Ye Fan appeared, it would be difficult to change the ending of Wang Zhen's death!
Even the Jiangnan needle king Lu Yunfeng is helpless. What miracle can he create as a hairy boy?
Not only the two of them, but almost everyone in the emergency room didn't think much of Ye Fan, only that he was a brazen kid!
If Lu Yunfeng hadn't taken the initiative to speak, and was willing to let him try, the hospital would never let him intervene!
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly turned around and said to Lu Yunfeng, "Master Lu, can I borrow the silver needle for a use?"
"what?!"
Hearing this, Lu Yunfeng raised his brows and his face was full of surprise.
He didn't expect that Ye Fan turned out to be a Chinese medicine practitioner, using acupuncture.
In his opinion, a young man of this age, let alone acupuncture treatment, might not even recognize the acupuncture points on the human body, right?
Despite being suspicious, Lu Yunfeng took the initiative to pass a pile of silver needles to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan twisted one out of it and pierced it towards the Yangbai point on Wang Zhen's head.
"Stab!"
Even though Mr. Wei had already taught the "Sacred Needle for Crossing Evil" just now, because it was the first time to get a needle and he had no previous experience, Ye Fan accidentally shook his hand and got it crooked!
The silver needle pierced Secretary Zhao's skin, and blood gurgled down from it.
Seeing this scene, Lu Yunfeng's face next to him showed disappointment, his eyes darkened, and he shook his head helplessly.
the more you hope, the harder you fall!
Among the audience, I am afraid that only Lu Yunfeng is the only one who sincerely hopes that Wang Zhen can wake up!
But now, seeing Ye Fan's crappy acupuncture technique, he is really helpless.
On the other side, triangular eyes pointed at Ye Fan and cursed: "Smelly boy, are you saving or killing people? My foster father has died soon, so you dare to disrespect his body and seek death!"
As he said, triangular eyes raised his fist and attacked him.
When Ye Fan heard the words, he turned slightly, his tongue bursting with spring thunder:
"roll!"
He condensed the internal energy in his body into this word and exploded like thunder in the field.
The triangular eyes that bear the brunt, the tympanic membrane vibrates, and only my chest feels stuffy, as if the heart is gripped by a pair of invisible big hands, I almost can't breathe, and my body can't move.
At this moment, the triangular eyes looked at Ye Fan's eyes, with a touch of panic, and he dared not step forward to provoke.
And Ye Fan, who was holding the silver needle, changed his aura.
"Wow!"
The next moment, he finally took out the needle again, his wrist flicked, and dozens of silver needles flew towards Wang Zhen's head like a fairy scattered flowers.
The speed is dazzling, and in just an instant, the acupuncture points on Wang Zhen's head have been filled with silver needles.
...
"how is this possible!"
Seeing this scene, Lu Yunfeng's pupils on the side shrank suddenly, his face was full of incredible color, and he exclaimed: "This is...Flying needle walking away?!"
The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway.
In acupuncture, the most difficult thing is to pierce the needle. The angle, depth, strength, and even the speed of the needle will have different effects on the injured.
Even Lu Yunfeng is extremely careful when putting the needle, and must hold the silver needle tightly.
But just now, Ye Fan shook his wrist in an instant and threw out dozens of stitches, without any mistake.
Based on this unique skill of "flying needles and walking acupuncture points", as far as Lu Yunfeng knows, throughout China, the Xinglin masters who can be used to count with one hand, every one of them is a figure in the TCM world!
For a while, Lu Yunfeng's eyes burst into light, and he said in his heart, is it possible that the young man in front of him can really create a miracle?
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly walked to Wang Zhen's body, stretched out his index fingers, and flicked the silver needles on Wang Zhen's head with his fingernails.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of golden and iron symphony in the emergency room, which was agitated.
"Guanyin Hand?!"
Seeing this scene, Lu Yunfeng couldn't help but exclaimed.
You know, the secrets of the Bodhi Needle that are not taught, only the direct descendants of the Bodhi Needle are qualified to learn, and even Lu Yunfeng barely grasps it.
Where did this kid in front of me learn it?
But then, Ye Fan's actions caused Lu Yunfeng's heart to once again set off a stormy sea.
