Hundred acupoints, hundreds of veins, and hundreds of diseases.

This means that this is the place where the hundred veins meet, and there are many diseases that can be treated with needles in this acupoint.

But how many doctors really dare to inject in this place?

This acupuncture point is one of the most important acupuncture points on the human body, also known as the death acupoint! If a person with insufficient medical skills dares to give an acupuncture here, not only will he not be able to cure the disease, but he will also have a high chance of killing the patient.

"The white tiger shook his head, like a hand rattle, retreating into the circle, and left and right, shaking and shaking!"

This time, it was not Tang Xiaojing's voice, but Sun Qingsong's voice. Looking at Zhao Fan's movements, he unconsciously read out loud, as if he had forgotten the situation at this moment, with obsession, like a dream.

And soon, he screamed like he had just woken up from a big dream: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, this kind of stitching has long been lost! He is pretending, must be pretending, he will definitely not be able to use this stitch!"

"Dean Sun, don't you even have the least medical ethics? The doctors inside are treating you, can't you see it? What are you yelling and trying to do? Who is responsible for the patient's problems?"

Even if Tang Xiaojing and Sun Qingsong had some friendship, he was concentrating on watching Zhao Fan's needle, and he was disturbed again and again, and he was a little angry. He finally turned his head and glanced at Sun Qingsong, but he didn't give him any good looks, and even scolded him for his face.

Sun Qingsong was about to go crazy, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped up.

He originally thought that the form was very good, and with his reputation in the medical interface, he could pinch Wen Chenggong and give him half of the family property. Even if the patient can't be cured in the end, he feels that the other party can't do anything about him.

Who knew that a stunned blue suddenly appeared, and he didn't take him in his eyes at all, and his cold words made his lungs almost explode.

He called Tang Xiaojing to come to him as a reinforcement, who knew that Tang Xiaojing seemed to have some unclear relationship with this stunned young man. Not only did he not help deal with this person, but he also scolded him like a grandson in front of everyone?

Seeing that Tang Xiaojing looked into the room again without the slightest delay after scolding, Sun Qingsong glanced at him with resentment, and then took out the phone and walked aside with gritted teeth.

This disease is so rare that it can be extremely troublesome to treat. After all the nine needles of Yunlong were used, Zhao Fan's whole body was already sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Wen Chenggong put his hands on the patient's shoulders and tried his best to make her sit up straight. His wife was obese because of illness, and his body was slightly emaciated, and he stood up without saying a word for more than half an hour.

His arms were just sore at first, and after half an hour had passed, they were already unconscious. The nervousness of his mood and the exhaustion of his body made him sweat profusely. The clothes on his body were already soaked, and sweat was dripping down the frames of his glasses with gold rimmed edges.

"Mr. Wen, why don't I change you for a while!"

The middle-aged nanny on the side glanced at the patient's face with some envy, walked carefully to Wen Chenggong's side, lowered her voice and whispered.

Wen Chenggong was speechless, and when he heard the nanny's words, he just shook his head lightly with a tired face, but his expression was very resolute. The nanny's eyes were a little red, she reached out to wipe her tears, took a few steps back, and let out a sigh in her heart.

"Alright, let her lie down!"

Zhao Fan twisted his fingers, and after removing the silver needles from the patient's head one by one, he said in a tired voice.

The patient didn't wake up at this time!

Wen Chenggong glanced at Zhao Fan and the patient's faces in surprise, and his already pale face became more and more pale and frightening.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, wanting to say something, but he felt like his throat was blocked, and he couldn't say anything!

"What kind of expression do you have? It's not over yet! This eldest sister, please help you take a hand and let the patient lie on the bed!"

Seeing Wen Chenggong's face, Zhao Fan also knew what he was worried about, shook his head and chuckled, and beckoned to the nanny who also looked disappointed on the side.

"Doctor, can you really cure her? Don't blame me for being too talkative, Mr. Wen and his wife are both good people, if you are not sure, don't toss her! I have been sick for so long, and I don't know how many sins I have suffered, I feel uncomfortable when I look at this!"

The nanny helped Wen Chenggong turn the patient's fat body with her hands and feet, the tears in her eyes kept flowing down her cheeks, and she looked at Zhao Fan with begging eyes and said.

"Don't worry, it doesn't take much effort! Good people will be rewarded!"

Zhao Fan smiled and comforted.

When he spoke, the patient was already lying on the bed with his back up, and Zhao Fan casually took a few tissues on the bedside table to wipe the sweat on his forehead. The left hand smoothed the clothes on the patient's back, and the middle finger and index finger of the right hand were raised together, and with a clear sigh in his mouth, he suddenly pointed towards the acupoint on the back of the patient's neck.

Although it was only two fingers, when they were pointed at the patient, the patient's whole body shook suddenly. The whole bed shook violently, and the sleeping patient let out a soft grunt.

"It's the Liangyi Tianxin Point Acupoint, it's actually the Liangyi Tianxin Point Acupoint, and there is actually a lost art on him?"

When he saw Zhao Fan pointing together, Tang Xiaojing outside the window was a little surprised. At this moment, seeing the posture of his fingers and the acupuncture points of his fingers, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation again.

Traditional Chinese medicine acupoint therapy is not a clumsy method used by those small Chinese medicine clinics to fool people in the name of fooling people. Although it is not as magical as it is shown in martial arts novels and film and television dramas, it is indeed extraordinary in terms of healing.

It's just that if this technique wants to be truly effective, it must have an orthodox inheritance. Otherwise, it's blind, and it can't save people, not to mention, and even harm people. How mysterious are the acupuncture points on the human body, where can you order them casually?

That's not all, this kind of acupoint technique itself is in the same vein as martial arts. It is necessary to practice hard for a long time before the skill can be truly displayed, which is the biggest source hindering the development of this technique.

Therefore, this method has been passed down to this day, and most of them have been lost. Only those who know some fur, or even have only heard of the name of such a technique, fool people under the banner of acupuncture, but it is not like that at all.

Tang Xiaojing was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, although he himself studied Western medicine, but he has heard and seen these things since he was a child. At a glance, I could already see that Zhao Fan was definitely an authentic acupoint technique, and he used a kind of unique art that had been lost, Liangyi Tianxin Acupoint Hand.

"With such a skill at a young age, his medical skills definitely didn't come out of thin air! How clever is the person who taught him medical skills?"

Tang Xiaojing's curiosity about Zhao Fan at this time had reached an unprecedented peak, and he was even more curious about the origin of his medical skills. There were bursts of muttering in his mouth, and his eyes were shining and staring at Zhao Fan's movements, for fear that there would be the slightest omission.

Compared with Zhao Fan, Tang Xiaojing's age is at least one round older. But at this time, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, standing on the side with admiration and watching his grandfather treat and save people.

Since the first order, Zhao Fan has not stopped. His fingers fell quickly, and his mouth was full of shouts, sometimes with two fingers, sometimes with one finger, and occasionally with the palm of his hand.

In just five minutes, he had already clicked at least a hundred.

When he withdrew his hands and stood aside to breathe, the patient on the bed was already covered in sweat, and the sheets under him were already soaked with sweat. The back is steaming hot, lingering in the air-conditioned room, which looks even more mysterious.

"Let her lie down for a while, I'll take a break, she should wake up in a few minutes!"

Zhao Fan's feet were a little vain, so he sat on the rattan chair next to the bed, and waved his hand to Wen Chenggong with a tired face.

"You mean, she, she, she's all right?"

Wen Chenggong was also tired, and with the help of the nanny, he laboriously turned the patient over again, as if he had just come back to his senses, and looked at Zhao Fan with some stammering and asked.

"It's not that easy, I'll prescribe you a few pairs of medicine after I rest for a while, and it will take a while to recuperate before the roots can be broken! And she has been asleep for a long time, her body functions have been affected, and her muscles have atrophied a little. You'll need to contact the rehab center and help her with her recovery!"

Zhao Fan nodded lightly, with a smile on his face. After saying these words, he ignored Wen Chenggong and leaned back on the rattan chair, and after a while, he let out a burst of snoring.

Seeing Zhao Fan nodding and hearing words like "broken roots" and "recovery treatment", Wen Chenggong's body trembled non-stop, and he didn't react for a while.

He stood for a full minute before his neck stiffened, and he turned his head in anticipation and fear.

Then he saw his wife's eyelashes flutter, and she opened her eyes gently, her eyes were clear, and her mind was extremely clear. Only then did he realize that it was not a dream, that everything was real.

The middle-aged man's feet were weak, and he lay on the edge of the bed and began to cry.

Who said that men don't cry, but they haven't reached the sad place!

Wen Chenggong can be said to do whatever it takes to treat his wife. He has long ignored the consumption of time and money, but the kind of torture and torment in his heart can not be experienced by anyone who has not experienced it.

At this moment, seeing that what I had been begging for finally came true, I felt like my whole body had been hollowed out, and I had no strength at all. He propped his hands on the edge of the bed, looked at the woman on the bed, who was not very beautiful, and felt that he was now the happiest person in the world.

"Success, I'm sorry to make you worried, I accidentally fell asleep again! It's okay, anyway, it's just a sleep, and it doesn't hurt, you don't have to worry about me!"

The woman's soft voice came, but it was like heaven in Wen Chenggong's ears.

You must know that in the past, his wife would never be so awake when she woke up after falling asleep for a while, and she would talk nonsense lightly, and sometimes she would smash things and beat people when she saw them. Once even rushed out of the community directly, taking off her clothes while running, shouting that she was going to take a shower, Wen Chenggong was completely crying and carried her back with a few bodyguards and nannies.

Zhao Fan thought that Wen Chenggong took two bodyguards to protect his safety, but in fact, he completely misunderstood him. A large part of the role of these two bodyguards is to prevent this from happening.

"Good people have good rewards, good people have good rewards!"

The nanny's tears on the side also kept dripping, with a happy smile on her face, and she kept wiping her tears, but she couldn't wipe them away.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with my mother? Get out of the way and let me in! If something happens to my mother, I won't let you go!"

Wen Zuoxian's angry roar sounded outside the door, he was already uneasy, and he couldn't hear what Zhao Fan and Wen Chenggong said clearly through the window. Hearing Wen Chenggong's crying voice, he thought that something had happened to his mother, and rushed into the house like crazy.