As soon as Kong Lin looked at Mu Ping's appearance, he knew that he was probably still a high school student, and it was impossible for a high school student to have a college diploma at all, let alone a medical qualification certificate, and a person with no three nos, dared to say that he could treat this kind of disease that even the crane elder could not cure, isn't this a joke? If the streets are full of doctors, then what else does Qihetang do? Then didn't he learn the theory of Chinese medicine that he had studied for six years from a dog?

Besides, everyone is already dead, who does this kid in front of him think he is?—— the reincarnation of Da Luo Jinxian? Can he still be flesh and bones, and the living dead can't be a person? Do you think this is writing a novel?

"I don't want you to write the hole upside down, let's make a bet, okay?"

Mu Ping spoke calmly.

"Bet on what?"

"If I cure this little sister, you will give me 10,000, no, 20,000 yuan. ”

He originally wanted to say 10,000, but he thought that he would have to ask for money to arrange the second-level formation, and 10,000 yuan was not good at all.

"Can't you cure it?"

Kong Lin looked Mu Ping up and down playfully. His meaning is very obvious, what do you gamble with a guy who has all the clothes on his body and no more than 200 yuan?

"This ......"

Mu Ping was asked, yes, just thinking about how to win, he really couldn't come up with a decent bet.

"If he loses, the watch is yours. ”

He Ling reached out and took off a precious Swiss women's watch on her left wrist that Crane Lao gave her on her birthday, and gently placed it on the consultation table.

I don't know why, Heling inexplicably had a good impression of him from the first time she saw Mu Ping, this kind of good feeling is not the kind of emotion between men and women, but the kind of emotion that her sister looks at her brother, especially the faint fresh smell exuded by Mu Ping, which makes her feel very peaceful.

Of course, Heling took the initiative to take off her watch to make a bet, there is another reason, that is, the woman's compassion, she saw that the little girl no longer had any vital signs, at this time, for this little girl, every minute and every second is very precious, as a doctor, she believes that as long as there is one percent hope, it is necessary to pay 100 percent effort. Since this young man said that he could cure it, he had to give him a chance, this was a fresh life, if he could be cured, wouldn't he have created the legendary seventh-level floating slaughter? She was not as boring as Kong Lin, if she missed the best rescue time because of this bet, she would probably live in regret for the rest of her life.

Looking at the watch with Heling's body temperature, Kong Lin's saliva was about to flow out, this is Heling's thing, as long as this kid misses, this watch will become his Kong Lin's personal belongings, he has always regarded Heling as his goddess, how can he fall into the flowers intentionally, the flowing water is ruthless, Heling didn't even look at him when he was looking at him, let alone submit what items to exchange, and now Heling took the initiative to take out his personal belongings when he knew that the kid was going to lose, could it be that the goddess wanted to hint at herself in this way, she was ready to accept herself？

Heaven, earth, this God has finally opened his eyes!

An impulse surged in his chest, and he rushed up to give the poor boy in front of him a big hug, and said to him, "Brother, you are really my brother's lucky star!" As for whether this poor boy can save the little girl, it is not in his consideration at all, so many people on the earth, what does it matter if one or two people die?

But when he turned his head and saw the gloomy eyes of the old crane, he forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart and said, "Senior sister, how can you use your things as a bet? I'm afraid this is not appropriate, right?" he said, but reached out and grabbed Heling's watch in his hand.

Heling glanced at Kong Lin with disdain, human life is at stake, now is not the time to care about these things outside the body and fight with each other.

Mu Ping nodded gratefully at Heling, this is really a kind girl!

"What's your name, little friend?"

He Chengyuan smiled and spoke.

"Mu Ping. ”

Mu Ping replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, he has lived for more than two thousand and one hundred years, and the crane Chengyuan in front of him is not even eighty years old at best, and he is not qualified to be a heavy grandson, no need to ask, his medical skills are not enough at all.

"Go and get me two pairs of silver needles. "He's not a request, it's an order.

"I have ready-made ones here. ”

He Chengyuan ignored Mu Ping's blunt attitude, reached out and took out an antique needle box, and handed it to Mu Ping.

Mu Ping opened it and saw that one hundred and eight gold needles of different lengths were neatly pinned to the quaint needle box, and a pine crane was engraved on each needle, and the posture of each pine crane was different.

Mu Ping's hands moved, and the one hundred and eight golden needles seemed to be given life all of a sudden, and they flew up together, and in the blink of an eye, they didn't enter the little girl's body.

If you look closely, the position of Mu Ping's needle is not without signs, the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head is wrapped by three golden needles, and the trembling acupoint on his chest is also surrounded by seven golden needles. The rest were tied to various acupuncture points such as Yutang acupoint and Zigong acupoint.

"What kind of stitch is this?"

He Chengyuan's eyes widened and his mouth widened.

As the so-called connoisseur knows if there is a needle as soon as he makes a move, Mu Ping's means of controlling the needle, it is said that outsiders are dazzled, even He Chengyuan, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, also sees a lot of mud, and he doesn't see it clearly at all. But he didn't dare to disturb Mu Ping at this time, so he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Mu Ping didn't care about He Chengyuan's performance, and he didn't let that Kong Lin take out his bank card as collateral, Kong Lin is a person he saw in the Xuan Demon Continent, and they all have a common characteristic, that is, selfishness, mouth damage, face-saving, not much ability, and willing to charge a big-tailed wolf, if you want to make them soft, the only way to defeat him is to defeat him from the front.

There is another important reason why he no longer grinds, as He Ling imagined, now for this little girl, every minute and every second is precious, although he is 100% sure that he will cure this little girl, if he delays any longer, even if he saves the little girl, it will hurt his vitality, compared with his own vitality, a mere 20,000 yuan is really nothing.

The Nine Wood Divine Technique was in operation, and Mu Ping's hands suddenly emitted a touch of emerald green mist, which was very thick, and from a distance, his hands seemed to be reflected with a layer of brilliance by green lanterns. He knew that his cultivation was the third layer of the transformation tree, and he couldn't hide the wood vitality at all, but fortunately, this was the earth, and even if there were cultivators, it was very rare, if it was placed in the Xuan Demon Continent, he wouldn't dare to do it anyway, exposing his own Nine Wood Divine Technique, what was the difference between that and looking for death?

"Imperial Gas?"

He Chengyuan's mouth opened wider, this is the art of controlling qi, he has only seen the introduction in some ancient books, how can he not be shocked when he sees a living display in this young man today?

Mu Ping's hands flew up and down, as if he was playing the piano, and the wood vitality under his hands was divided into two, two, four, and eight, a total of one hundred and eight strands, and one strand was left on each needle.

Those needles seemed to be alive, dancing under Mu Ping's hands.