Although stroke is not so easy to treat, it is not a particularly difficult thing for Tang Feng, after all, what the old man is best at is medical skills in addition to Gu art, and there are many commonalities between the two, which can be used to learn from each other, after all, Gu was first used to treat diseases and save people.

Tang Feng took out six silver needles and stabbed them at Qin Su's father's Fengfu acupoint, Shenting acupoint, Tongtian acupoint, Tianzhu acupoint, Qucha acupoint and back neck acupoint......

The whole process was done in one go, although all the people present were Western doctors, but after all, they were all in this industry, and they knew a little about acupuncture and moxibustion of traditional Chinese medicine.

Tang Feng once again took out a few silver needles from his close-fitting needle box and pierced them at other parts of the patient's head, at this moment, there were twelve silver needles stuck in the top of the patient's head, and Tang Feng still had the last silver needle left in his hand.

Tang Feng knew in his heart that this needle was the most critical one, and whether it could succeed or not depended on this needle.

I saw that there was a calm in his eyes, and he made a decisive move, and stabbed the patient's Baihui acupoint with a needle, whether it was Qin Su's mother and daughter, or the onlookers and medical staff, the whole scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

One second!

Two seconds!

"Ahem......"

With a few slight coughs, Qin Su's father woke up leisurely, only to see him staring blankly at Tang Feng, who was sweating profusely, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Tang Feng gritting his teeth: "Don't speak, hold on for two more minutes!"

"Wake up, wake up...... Qin Su's mother and daughter finally showed a smile on their faces.

The faces of the other doctors were also shocked, they all knew about the patient's situation, the success rate of the operation under the advanced equipment was less than 50%, but this young man dressed as a cow herding baby in the countryside relied on a few silver needles to wake him up.

Seeing the dense beads of sweat on Tang Feng's forehead, Qin Su's heart was not only grateful, but also an inexplicable distress, he took out a tissue and stepped forward quickly, gently wiping Tang Feng's sweat.

Two minutes later, Tang Feng pulled out the silver needles one by one, and he felt that his whole person was collapsed, and he almost fell, but fortunately, Qin Su helped him up.

Seeing this, the corners of Dr. Li's mouth rose, and he sneered and mocked: "Isn't it just a few stitches? Look at his dying!"

He really didn't expect Tang Feng to really revive this patient, he had been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, and he was slapped in the face by a little hairy child, so he naturally couldn't swallow this breath.

However, an old man in a white coat looked shocked and excited, and said, "Xiaoyou, you just used the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?"

"What?," the others were surprised.

Many people were also suspicious in their hearts, but after seeing the old man who spoke just now, they all closed their mouths, because this old man was a pivotal figure even in the field of Chinese medicine.

Although most of the people on the scene are Western doctors, they definitely know the name of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, just like people who don't like basketball must have heard of Jordan, because the reputation is too loud and is no longer limited to the industry.

The old doctor was rehired after retirement, he was originally born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and was influenced by family medicine since he was a child, but in order to have new breakthroughs and achievements in medicine, he chose to study abroad and studied Western medicine.

He is Xu Yuwei, now an authoritative expert at Beicheng People's Hospital, and just now he heard others say that a rural boy was going to treat patient No. 17, so he rushed over, and happened to see Tang Feng giving injections to patients.

"I can't imagine that there are still people in Western medicine who can recognize this acupuncture, uncle has good eyesight!" Tang Feng sat on the stool, panting and nodding with a smile.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate was created by Zhang Tianshi, an ancient strange man, and was originally specifically for epilepsy, depression and schizophrenia and other diseases, but it still has a miraculous effect on stroke, but for a long time, there are very few people who can do this acupuncture.

It's not because of how cumbersome and profound this acupuncture method is, but because if you want to perform the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, you must use the luck needle, that is to say, if you want to learn the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, you must cultivate your internal strength, which is undoubtedly the rejection of the vast majority of people.

This is also the reason why Tang Feng looks so tired after the injection, of course, if it weren't for his ill health, it wouldn't be like this, the main reason is that his physical illness makes it too difficult for him to run his internal strength.

"I never thought that I would be able to see this legendary needle technique in my lifetime, which can be regarded as an old wish!" Xu Yuwei was extremely excited and walked in to say.

"Since Professor Xu proposed it, it wouldn't be wrong to think about it!"

"Yes, what is the origin of this young man? This is incredible!"

The other medical staff began to discuss, and the eyes that looked at Tang Feng completely changed, and some people who did not have much contact and understanding of Chinese medicine have always been prejudiced against Chinese medicine, and they all felt that Chinese medicine was a liar.

Because the meridians and acupuncture points in the theory of Chinese medicine, in fact, do not exist when the human body is dissected, and those herbs have not been purified, and the medicinal soup looks black, how can it be cured?

Naturally, Dr. Li also knew what the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate meant, even if he didn't know anything else, he could be admired in the Chinese medicine world just by virtue of this unique skill, which was a grandmaster-level existence.

Once again, he felt that his face was burning and painful, and he wondered where this young man had come from? He had such a miracle skill at a young age, but he still couldn't accept this fact, and he was unwilling to be slapped in the face like this.

"The patient is indeed awake, but who knows if the blood clot is still there, and it is probably too early to conclude that he has been cured now, right?" Dr. Li said in a cold voice again.

"Yes, arrange an inspection immediately!" Professor Xu seemed to remember, and said.

Soon, a medical staff came in to take Qin Su's father for a check-up, and a mobile hospital bed was originally prepared, but Qin Su's father sat up directly from the bed, put on slippers, and walked out, not like a patient at all.

The patient's action immediately stunned everyone present......

Qin Su's mother accompanied her to check, but Qin Su stayed to accompany Tang Feng, she stared at Tang Feng, and her heart was full of gratitude.

"Tang Feng! Thank you, my family and I will always remember you!"

Although she knew that Tang Feng's kindness to her and their family was by no means something that could be expressed with a word of thanks, all she could say now was a word of thanks!

Tang Feng patted her shoulder with a smile and said, "It's not as serious as you say, for me, it's just a gesture!"

After more than ten minutes of rest, Tang Feng felt a lot more relaxed, and Qin Su poured a glass of water for him, Tang Feng took it and drank it halfway, and the result came out.

I saw Qin Su's parents followed by a large group of medical staff, among which Professor Xu Yuwei was the most excited, and he saw that his weather-beaten face said with excitement: "Little brother, God man!"