"Is it too late?" exclaimed the young woman, "Doctor, save my grandfather, and I'll give you a million." ”

"I'm sorry, young lady. ”

An Yan also wants to save people, but she doesn't have the ability to do so now.

Suddenly, the old man convulsed, struggled in pain, and his expression was about to distort, looking like this, he might not last more than ten minutes.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers increased, and the nearby neighbors heard the movement and came over, but no one dared to go up to help.

In recent years, it is still very common for people to be falsely accused.

People's hearts are not ancient, the world is hot and cold, and no one wants to take this risk.

"Which of you will save my grandfather?" the young woman was very anxious, looking around at the crowd, "Whoever will save my grandfather, I will give him a million, no, ten million!"

Everyone exclaimed, and they all sighed at the rich family, but most of them sighed and shook their heads.

"I'll take a look. ”

Han Yu saw that the white qi on the old man's head was about to be gone, and he might have a few minutes left to live, and the situation was urgent, so he really couldn't delay.

When he inherited the way of medicine, his ancestors once said that hanging the pot will help the world and cross himself and others.

Han Yu can't care about An Yan's thoughts anymore, he must make a move, otherwise how can he be worthy of group training?

An Yan grabbed Han Yu and said angrily, "What do you want to do?"

Han Yu hurriedly explained: "Listen to me, I want to save people." ”

An Yan was even more anxious: "I can't do anything, don't mess around, you're not a doctor, you will only help more and more." ”

"The patient's condition is not optimistic, and I just want to see if I can help. Han Yu was very anxious, this old man had been poisoned deeply, and if he didn't make a move, he wouldn't be able to survive the arrival of the doctor.

"How can you help?"

An Yan held Han Yu's hand and didn't let him pass, "You saved Jiang Luoluo before, but you were lucky, you really think you are a miracle doctor?"

"And this old man is not an ordinary person, if you can't save him, or if something happens to him in your hands, you will get into trouble, and no one will be able to save you at that time. ”

"Mom, tell him about him!"

An Yan wanted to move out of his elders to suppress Han Yu.

Huang Sumei took a look and did not participate in the argument between the two of them.

When she saw that something was wrong, she went out to the door to maintain order at the scene, looking at the street from time to time, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Han Yu patiently explained: "Don't worry, I am measured, and nothing will happen." ”

"Don't go!" An Yan's pretty face was as cold as frost, "Have you forgotten what you promised me that night?

She only hopes that Han Yu can be down-to-earth and steady, and stop doing such whimsical things, only in this way can the two of them live a stable life.

"Doctor, is there a doctor? I beg you to ......" At this moment, the young woman looked at the old man's painful appearance, and couldn't help wiping a handful of tears, and her voice was about to be hoarse.

Han Yu heard it in his ears and thought that he couldn't wait any longer.

"Yan'er, I'll explain it to you later. ”

There was no time, Han Yu used his strength, broke free of her hand, walked around the crowd, came to the old man's side, and said, "Don't be anxious, I'll take a look." ”

An Yan glared angrily, and puffed up: "Han Yu, you come back for me!"

Seeing that Han Yu was disobedient, she stomped her foot and followed.

"Doctor, are you a doctor?

When the young woman saw someone standing up, she grabbed Han Yu's hand tightly, "As long as you save my grandfather, I will give you 10 million!"

"Ahh

The young woman looked up and exclaimed, "Why are you?

In her eyes, Han Yu was just a kid selling rice noodles on the street, and she couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Don't get excited, I'm sure, I've seen similar cases before, you have to believe me. Han Yu didn't explain much, and took out the silver needle he was carrying.

"Acupuncture, are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"

The young woman saw that Han Yu's movements were very professional, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, "As long as you save my grandfather, you can do whatever you want, let me do anything." ”

"You let go of me first. ”

Han Yu nodded, but he didn't dare to admit that he was a doctor, otherwise this woman would not let him be treated.

The life of the elderly is in danger, so it doesn't matter if it is a doctor or not, and special situations can be handled flexibly.

After Han Yu broke free of her hand, he skillfully twisted the silver needle to sterilize, and at the same time used the Qi Hope Technique to observe the old man's condition.

The red thread pill is poisoned, and the anger is about to fade.

According to the "Inner Classic of Life and Death", the Red Line Pill is an ancient chronic poison, and there will be no signs of disease when first taken, but the latent toxin will slowly eat away at people's vitality.

After a month, the person will die inexplicably, but no cause can be found on the surface, such as people who have not been exposed to the red thread pill, I am afraid that it will only be defined as a natural death.

This is absolutely helpless for ordinary doctors, but in front of Han Yu, as long as the treatment is timely, he can save his life 100%.

In view of the toxicity of this red thread pill, there is a detailed treatment method in the "Neijing of Life and Death", only the first six of the twelve divine needles can be used to force out the toxin, and then a dose of medicine can be prescribed for a period of recuperation before it can be cured.

After Han Yu disinfected the silver needle, he was about to apply the needle, but An Yan suddenly stood in front of him, with a straight face, his expression was displeased, and he wanted to dissuade him again: "Han Yu ......"

"I'm measured. ”

Han Yu retracted his gaze, no longer delayed time, tore open the old man's clothes, and found the meridians in his left abdomen and waist.

Angry to save people, dead to kill!

In this case, Han Yu ran angry, and with a "whoosh", the first silver needle fell.

The movements are as crisp as ever, as if after years of hard work.

One needle didn't see any effect, but Han Yu quickly got two more shots.

These three needles fell on the Qi Hai, Guan Yuan, and Waist Yang Guan respectively, and they waited for a while to force back some of the toxins.

The next moment, the old man trembled, the black qi on the top of his head subsided a little, and his face was not as ugly as just now.

It's working!

Han Yu was overjoyed, this shows that it works, and then as long as the twelve divine needles are cast, the toxins will be followed along the meridians to the large intestine meridian of the hand Yangming, and finally squeezed out through the Shangyang acupoint of the index finger, before it can be completely removed.

There are still three stitches left!

However, it was too laborious to cast the Twelve Divine Needles, and Han Yu's vitality was consumed very quickly, and if he wanted to completely force out the toxin, he was afraid that he would overdraw some of his physical strength.

Han Yu can't take care of it so much, it's important to save people, his anger is exhausted, he can recover again, what are you afraid of?

"Hey, Han Yu, do you still dare to cure diseases and save people, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

Just then, an inopportune voice rang out.

Han Yu didn't have time to turn around to look, only to feel that the voice was familiar, but An Yan raised his eyes and glanced at it, frowning secretly.

Why is he there?