Chapter 8 Nine Turns Cold Needle
As soon as the words came out, it wasn't just Xu Zhengguo who looked at Ye Fan with a puzzled expression.
Even the white-haired old man beside him was curious.
"Ye Fan, you..."
Xu Li looked at Ye Fan with a shocked expression.
Because at this time, Ye Fan's right hand was on Xu Qing's wrist.
This scene directly made Zhang Ye exclaim.
"Look at it, this magic stick, he dares to make a thousand daughters lightly, hurry up and call someone to come in and drive him away!"
He also made a heart-wrenching expression.
Xu Zhengguo was also furious when he heard this, if Ye Fan wasn't Xu Qing's classmate.
Xu Zhengguo had already asked him to get out just now.
Now you dare to come and despise your daughter, it's really looking for death!
With a wave of his hand, two security guards rushed straight in.
Just as he was about to get started, the old man who was like no one else suddenly spoke.
"Wait!"
This sentence was like an order, and directly stopped the two security guards in place.
"Bian Lao?"
With an inquiring voice, Xu Zhengguo asked.
"Xiaoyou, but you're taking the pulse?"
Bian Lao ignored Xu Zhengguo, and instead said to Ye Fan, who was concentrating on "lightness" Xu Qing.
It doesn't matter if you say this, even Xu Zhengguo's eyes showed a burst of surprise as soon as he said it.
"Hahaha, it's really laughing at me!"
In the silent room, there was a sudden burst of mockery.
"Old man, do you know what a pulse is?"
"Just because he's a yellow-haired boy, you know how to take the pulse, you're also in his group, right?"
Ye Fan didn't need to look at it to know that it must be Zhang Ye's idiot who spoke.
Hearing this, not only did the old man frown, but even Su Ran, who was beside him, couldn't help but be angry.
He scolded directly: "Shut up and open Ye, do you know who he is?"
Zhang Ye shook his head blankly, he had never seen Su Ran scolding him like this.
Usually, Su Ran looks like he doesn't like to answer.
Not to mention scolding yourself, what's going on now?
"He is one of our Chinese national players - Bian Zhonghe!"
As soon as the words fell, the three words Bian Zhonghe echoed throughout the room.
After Zhang Ye heard the three words of Bian Zhonghe, the smile on his face froze in an instant.
The two eyes were the size of copper bells, and they looked at this flat crane in amazement.
If you look at it slightly, you can see that he is already trembling all over his body.
Even the air coming out of the nostrils was slightly hot.
"Flat.... Flat crane?"
Zhang Ye, who swallowed his saliva, couldn't say a word at this time.
I was already scared and weak.
Bian Zhonghe, one of the national players, was ridiculed by himself for being an old man and a god stick!
Plopped and knelt directly on the ground.
The look of horror on his face was intense.
A handful of snot and a handful of tears wailed: "Bian... Bian Lao, I was wrong, I didn't know it was you, I really didn't know. ”
Who knows, Bian Zhonghe didn't look at him, just waved his hand.
The two security guards had already pulled out Zhang Ye, who was kneeling on the ground, out of reach.
The excitement on my face was super intense.
"Hehe, it's finally in our hands. ”
"Didn't you just pull it like that?"
"I hope you can still drag it up later..."
You don't have to think about it to know that Zhang Ye must be dead.
Su Ran looked at Bian Zhonghe with a happy face, and before he could speak, he was stopped by Bian Zhonghe's eyes.
motioned for a few people to look at Ye Fan.
At this time, Ye Fan also stopped.
After pondering for a moment, he spoke.
The pulse fluctuated, if it was really necessary, it was more than enough, and the blood in the skull was extremely congested, blocking her blood. ”
"The blood is not smooth, which leads to a coma!"
Bang Bang Bang!
There was a round of applause in the quiet room.
The person who clapped his hands was Bian Zhonghe.
At this time, Bian Zhonghe looked at Ye Fan with a relieved expression.
"Amazing, Xiaoqing's symptoms have already been said based on the pulse alone. ”
Then I only listened to Ye Fan continue.
"This evidence can be solved, just find a stimulus point, a needle straight down, open up her blood qi, and then the blood will flow out of her skull..."
Hearing this, Bian Zhonghe pondered, thinking about what Ye Fan said.
On the other hand, Su Ran and Xu Zhengguo and his wife looked at Ye Fan blankly.
What he said, the three of them couldn't understand at all.
"Makes sense!" Bian Zhonghe was first startled, and then said with a burst of doubt: "It's just that what can be done to find this stimulation point." ”
He has been studying medicine for many years, but he has still not seen this symptom of treating intracranial congestion.
Although what Ye Fan said is very reasonable, there is no actual proof!
Ye Fan looked at Xu Qing on the hospital bed with fixed eyes.
At this time, the blood on Xu Qing's face had been washed away.
I don't know if the snow-white skin is due to excessive blood loss or the original color.
It's more like a Snow White, which makes people's hearts rise up with the desire to be wireless.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly shook his head.
"There are no silver needles. ”
A voice came from his mouth.
"I have a pair of silver needles. ”
He then took out a pair of silver needles wrapped in old sheepskin from his bag.
There are a total of nine silver needles, revealing a cold light.
Ye Fan was stunned at the first glance.
He knew this silver needle, to be precise, the "Materia Medica" in his mind.
Isn't this silver needle the nine-turn cold needle that the Yellow Emperor gave to Shennong when he was fighting Chiyou?
Why is he here?
"Nine Turns Cold Needle!"
Bian Zhonghe's white eyebrows trembled, "Do you know?"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly closed his mouth.
As a result, the silver needle turned over and slapped it in the air.
A silver needle came out in response, and this action was simply a reflection of the silver needle, which not only made the crane's eyes flash.
These nine silver needles have followed him for many years, but they have not yet felt as light and familiar as Ye Fan.
On the contrary, Ye Fan started for the first time, and it was like this, which couldn't help but make Bian Zhonghe suspicious.
After seeing Ye Fan's next step, Bian Zhonghe was shocked again.
Hurriedly stopped: "Wait, do you want to use silver needles to treat intracranial congestion?"
Ye Fan's next move directly confirmed what he said.
"Stop!"
Bian Zhonghe hurriedly exclaimed, Xu Zhengguo heard this, and was about to step forward to stop Ye Fan's next move.
But both of them were a step too slow.
I saw that Ye Fan's fingers were clamping the silver needle, his wrist was flipped, and his eyes were quick to aim at Xu Qing's forehead.
The whistling sound of acupuncture cutting through the air echoed among the whispers of everyone.
Then, it was directly inserted into the center of Xu Qing's eyebrows without hindrance.
Seeing this scene, Xu Qing's mother Xu Li was already frightened and fainted.
Even Su Ran couldn't bear to look at it, and closed his eyes tightly.
Xu Zhengguo burst into tears: "You are looking for death!"
As he spoke, he walked directly towards Ye Fan, revealing a vicious aura all over his body.
Ye Fan did not panic, but looked at Xu Qing on the bed with a calm face.
Just when Xu Zhengguo was still one meter away from Ye Fan.
Suddenly, there was a sound of discrepancy in the mouth of the crane.
"Wait!"
At this moment, Bian Zhonghe shouted in surprise, and his eyes revealed shock.