Zheng Yichen saw that Hong Zhuang's eyes were timid, and Wen Yan told him to close his eyes and not look at the needle, so he concentrated on his fingers, pinned his whole body and mind on the needle, and pierced it into the Tiantu point in Hong Zhuang's throat inch by inch. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

One inch, two inches, three inches, four inches......

Everyone watched most of the needles pierce into the acupuncture points, and they were all terrified, and several less timid doctors, if they hadn't covered their mouths with their hands, they would have already screamed!

You must know that the Tiantu acupoint is specially positioned, and it is not suitable to pierce deeply, otherwise it will hurt the trachea, looking at the depth of the needle into the body, maybe even the esophagus has been punctured, how can it not make people feel frightened?

However, looking at Hong Zhuang who closed his eyes tightly, he didn't see anything unusual, obviously the acupuncture did not hurt his body, after the surprise, except for Gu Minggao and Wang Yueting who barely kept their composure, the rest of the people were all suspicious: How did he do it?

If someone present has a special function similar to the X-ray fluoroscopic eye, they will see that after the milli needle pierces the Tiantu acupoint, it does not pierce straight into it, but winds in a serpentine shape, bends left and right, avoids blood vessels, tendons, trachea, etc., and slowly rises until it reaches the throat.

Open Hongzhuang's mouth and look at it with a flashlight, and you can also find the tips of the needles glowing with yellow rays!

The people present, although they didn't understand the mystery, the beads of sweat that couldn't stop oozing from the corners of Zheng Yichen's forehead could still guess the danger and difficulty coefficient of the needle, and they didn't dare to spit out, for fear of making some strange noise, which would disturb Zheng Yichen's needle.

Su Ye had applied acupuncture in front of Wang Yueting and Gu Minggao, two famous acupuncture experts, and he was not surprised and calm, but when he saw Zheng Yichen's acupuncture technique, he was so shocked that his face was like earth, and cold sweat was pouring down.

To be honest, from the very beginning, he didn't regard Zheng Yichen as his opponent, Gu Minggao looked like a great enemy, in Su Ye's opinion, he was worrying about the sky, although Gu Minggao asked him to do everything, he did it as usual, deep down, he still didn't think so.

After hearing Zheng Yichen's medical records, diagnosis and prescription, his contempt for Zheng Yichen was infinitely magnified.

However, after seeing his miraculous acupuncture technique, Su Ye suddenly felt that the mountains were looking up, and he was ashamed.

Zheng Yichen didn't know the reaction of outsiders, there was only a needle in his eyes and heart.

What he is using now is the vomiting method in the "Eight Methods of Spiritual Needle".

When he helped Li Xuan expel the Gu poison in his body, he also used the vomiting method, but at that time, it was to induce the upward reversal of the qi in the stomach and intestines, and it was vomiting. This acupuncture is mainly to use manual techniques to promote the contracture and twitching of the pharyngeal diaphragm, trigger vomiting, and remove the water that has accumulated in the throat and lungs.

Zheng Yichen's technique is graceful, like a butterfly dancing, and like a Buddha's hand flower, when the advance and retreat twist, the frequency and breath are in tune, and the breath is used to meet the acupuncture technique.

Different from the traditional needle and needle out with the patient's breathing, Zheng Yichen actually made his breathing rate and rhythm completely consistent with Hongzhuang, and the two seemed to share one, inhaling and exhaling, which was not pleasant.

Wang Yueting saw that his skills were so clever, and secretly praised: "It's really powerful, and it deserves the eight words 'handy, like an arm making a finger'." ”

Transporting the needle to the last step, Zheng Yichen used two fingers to hold the needle handle, twisting alternately, the needle handle of the sinister statue, irregular shape, is not suitable for rapid twisting, Zheng Yichen is guided by the situation, when twisting the needle handle, the thumb and index finger, with the change of the shape of the statue, the fingers also change accordingly, and at the same time, the speed of his twisting the needle handle is not affected at all, which can be seen how far he controls his fingers!

His fingers moved faster and faster, reaching a high frequency of more than two hundred times a minute, and the strong wind that was drumming formed a surging and swirling air current, which drummed into the empty hole of the dragon's head, and emitted a fierce and clear dragon moan!

"Woo ......" seems to have woken up from a big dream, Daze Longteng, smiling proudly for nine days.

The fox, who had been silent for a hundred years, let out a low trumpet that shocked the four seats!

Wang Yueting looked confused, listening to the dragon's groan, it is said that the mystery of the nine needles of the dragon is that when the doctor uses this set of needles to treat the disease, if the operation is done properly, the dragon-shaped statue of the needle handle will make a peculiar cry, which is the so-called "dragon roaring, sinking scabies".

When Zheng Yichen heard the voice, he chuckled, pulled out the needle, and the dragon's groan stopped abruptly.

As soon as the dragon's groan stopped, Hong Zhuang's throat made a strange gurgling sound, which was so scary that it seemed to be boiling water, and it was like a silver bottle bursting.

I only heard his "vomit", leaned down, took a big mouthful, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spit out of his throat and landed on the surface of the trash can, making a small sound.

Wang Yueting raised his eyebrows, listening to this sound, the texture of the thick phlegm must be as hard as a stone!

Hong Zhuang looked at the gray-brown thick phlegm, his heart was furious, and he looked up at Zheng Yichen as if asking for help, as if he wanted to hear his explanation.

Zheng Yichen shook his head and smiled lightly: "It's not over yet, don't be so anxious to raise your head." ”

As soon as the words fell, Hong Zhuang's diaphragm muscles in his throat squirmed violently again, and he involuntarily lowered his head again, spitting out a large amount of yellow-green sticky thick phlegm.

As the thick phlegm is continuously discharged from the body, the color gradually becomes lighter and lighter, from viscous to thin white.

In the conference room, the sound of Hong Zhuang's phlegm continued for more than three minutes, and the sputum occupied one-eighth of the volume of the trash can, at least 500 milliliters.

The people on the field couldn't have imagined that there was such a large amount of thick phlegm stored in a person's body, and it was estimated that Hongzhuang's entire lungs, as well as the bronchi, had become a vessel for storing phlegm!

Only then did they know that Zheng Yichen's intention to ask someone to take the trash can, if he didn't do this preparatory action, a lot of thick phlegm would be spit on the ground, which would be enough for the cleaning aunt to clean up for half a day!

It can be seen from this that before Zheng Yichen took the needle, he already knew everything about the changes in his heart, so that he could make a precautionary move.

Hong Zhuang finally finished spitting, panting, took the tissue handed by Zheng Yichen, and wiped his mouth clean: "I died of hard work, and I almost vomited out yellow bile water." ”

Zheng Yichen said with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry, at most, you will spit out your lungs, I am targeting the respiratory system, clearing the thick phlegm accumulated in your trachea and lungs, and there is nothing to do with the digestive system." ”

Hong Zhuang looked at the disgusting picture in the trash can, his heart palpitated, and he was afraid: "I wonder, why did I get up recently, I always didn't have phlegm and vomit, it turned out that it was not that the condition was improving, but that it couldn't be discharged!" I think back then, the first thing I do when I get up in the morning is spit......"

Hong Zhuang was elated, chattering a lot of 'stories he had to tell with thick phlegm', and suddenly found that everyone looked at him with very strange eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Why do you look at me like this?" ”

Zheng Yichen reminded him with a smile: "Didn't you notice that the sharp pain of your trigeminal neuralgia has disappeared?" ”