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Chapter 348: Eighteen Arhats Fire Needle

Zheng Qian's movements were extremely fast, and the silver needle did not enter for a while, he quickly took the second silver needle, also burned red with the ignited agarwood, and then quickly submerged.

The more acupuncture points are applied, the more acupuncture points are involved, and the more complex they are, which is also the most testing place.

Therefore, the more he got to the end, Zheng Gan's forehead was already full of beads of sweat.

"Now remember that no one should disturb you, otherwise, the consequences will ......be unpredictable," Han Hai said in a low voice.

On the one hand, Yan Delin looked disdainful, and just wanted to say sarcastic, but he suddenly came into contact with Qiao Lao's cold gaze, and the whole person froze suddenly, and his face instantly became ugly, so he quickly lowered his head and didn't say a word.

At this moment, almost everyone's eyes suddenly converged on Zheng Gan's body, all staring at the movements of the silver needle in Zheng Gan's hand, listening to the sound of the humming sound at the end of the silver needle, like the most exciting music.

At this time, there were already sixteen silver needles on Qiao Feng's legs.

According to the usual, there are rarely more than 11 silver needles in Chinese medicine, but this time......

Han Hai's face was full of confusion, and when he looked at Zheng Qian in his eyes, he no longer had the slightest contempt.

When he saw Zheng Gan's hand twist a silver needle again, his pupils shrank suddenly, "The seventeenth silver needle...... Could it be that he is going to cast the legendary Eighteen Arhat Needles?"

And this is still the Eighteen Arhat Fire Needle?

Han Hai only felt that his scalp was numb, and he had only heard of the eighteen Arhat needles, because no one could make it out at all.

And now, the difficulty of these eighteen Arhat fire needles is definitely not just a little bit more difficult, but it has reappeared in the hands of such a young kid in front of him, it is rumored that this used to be the stunt of the king of medicine, but with the passage of time, it has long been drowned in the long river of history.

"I can't imagine that I can't imagine that I can see such a stunt of the Eighteen Arhats Fire Needle today...... Qiao Shao's legs, there is definitely hope for healing today!" Han Hai couldn't help but sigh, his face was full of excitement, and he said in a babbling voice: "Master, master, have you seen it?" You once told me that you had heard of the Eighteen Arhat Needles, but unfortunately I didn't have the opportunity to see them with my own eyes, but I was much luckier than you, not only could I see the Eighteen Arhat Needles with my own eyes, but now I see the Eighteen Arhat Fire Needles......

Hearing Han Hai's words, Yan Lunping's old face also twitched, and his face became extremely ugly, originally he was still a little suspicious and disdainful of Zheng Gan, but when he heard the name of the Eighteen Arhat Needle, he knew that he had lost this time.

Eighteen Arhat Needle, he had also heard of it, but at that time, he was just a small physician apprentice, and the old man, who was even his master extremely respectful, was full of respect when he mentioned the name Eighteen Arhat Needle, and his eyes were full of reverence, which made him feel a trace of awe in his heart at that time.

Today, that awe has also been upgraded.

After all, what Zheng Qian unleashed was the Eighteen Arhat Fire Needle!

The surprise of the people around him did not affect Zheng Gan's play, when the eighteenth silver needle fell, Zheng Gan's whole body shook, with qi to resist the needle, even if he is now a third-grade Yin Division, it is also a little unbearable, his clothes are soaked with sweat, obviously, the consumption of these eighteen Arhat fire needles is extremely high, and it is not possible to use it at any time.

However, fortunately, Zheng Gan's body shook, and he quickly stabilized his body again.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Hurry up, give me that medicine mud!"

"Oh...... Good!"

Han Hai reacted immediately and quickly nodded in response.

Zheng Qian directly reached out and grabbed the still warm medicinal mud, he looked at Qiao Feng and said, "This medicinal mud may hurt a little when it is smeared, you can bear with it more!"

Qiao Feng nodded, as a soldier, he could still bear this pain.

"It's okay, Doctor Zheng, you can just try!" Qiao Feng said in a low voice.

Zheng Qian nodded, grabbed the medicinal mud and smeared it directly on Qiao Feng's legs.

The medicine mud had just touched Qiao Feng's legs, and even Qiao Feng, who was as hard as steel, couldn't help frowning, his hands were stuck in the armrests of the wheelchair.

The plastic handrail was scratched out of the crack by him.

Zheng Qian grabbed a handful of medicinal mud again and smeared it, and at the same time said in his mouth: "The main purpose of this eighteen Arhat fire needle just now is to stimulate the tendons and veins in your legs, as for this medicinal mud, it is the key to the growth of the tendons and veins in your legs.

"It's okay, Doctor Zheng, I can handle it!" Qiao Feng said through gritted teeth.

Zheng Qian nodded, and continued to grab the medicine mud net and wipe it off.

This time, Yan Delin and Yan Lunping's grandfather and grandson both changed their faces, and they never said a bad word about Zheng Gan anymore, because even they didn't know how to refute Zheng Gan.

"Come over that clean towel and stuff it into his mouth so that he doesn't bite his teeth!" Zheng Qian commanded.

Soon someone brought in towels.

"Click!"

The plastic armrest of the wheelchair that Qiao Feng was firmly grasping in his hand cracked and scattered on the ground.

Qiao Lao's eyes lit up, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart.

He knew that his son, if it wasn't for the extreme pain to the bone marrow, he would still be able to bear it, but now......

Zheng Qian slowly applied the medicine, and Qiao Feng fainted in pain several times, but when Zheng Qian immediately applied the medicine, the severe pain made him wake up again.

However, finally, when Zheng Qian put the last bit of medicinal mud on Qiao Feng's legs, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed directly to the ground.

Before he fell into a coma, he was still explaining in his mouth: "This medicine mud must not be wiped off, after three hours, pull out the silver needle, the medicine mud will continue to remain, and the medicine mud can be washed off after three days, and then you can really stand up......

Before he finished his sentence, Zheng Qian passed out directly.

Qiao Lao's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked people to carry Zheng Qian back to the room to rest.

Han Hai also followed over to check Zheng Gan's body, and after confirming that Zheng Qian was just consuming too much and had nothing else to do, a hanging heart sank.

The people in the courtyard have dispersed, but Yan Lunping and Yan Delin have not left yet.

"Grandpa, let's go back......" Yan Delin said, in a strange tone.

At this moment, Yan Lunping's expression was a little lonely, he looked at the room where Zheng Qian was, his eyes were dull, and he immediately smiled bitterly, and bowed deeply to Zheng Gan's room, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I will concentrate on studying medical skills in the future and never ask about the world again!"

"Grandpa, he ......" Yan Delin was a little anxious.

Yan Lunping left without looking back, and he didn't care about Yan Delin, who was shouting loudly behind him.