"Right...... Right...... I'm sorry! The little Taoist priest knew that he was in trouble today, not only did he not save the old man, but also caused the old man's blood to surge, and he became more and more sick, he finally understood why the master had to warn himself before leaving, do not apply needles indiscriminately, and do not act rashly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old man passed out before, and he didn't come forward to treat him immediately because of this. When the master was traveling, he repeatedly warned himself that when he was healing, he could only see, not speak. If he is not there, even if human life is at stake, he should not try it lightly. He had always been careful to follow the teachings, but it was really difficult for him to stand idly by and watch today's sudden situation, not to mention that he had witnessed the healing process of his master for this kind of illness, and he was confident that he could do it.

But it wasn't until the old man spat out that he realized how wrong he was. He suddenly regretted that if he hadn't acted recklessly, he wouldn't have caused today's situation. And after today, it is very likely that he will smash the signboard of the Qingdao Temple and ruin the honor of the master, not to mention an innocent life.

He saw the grateful eyes of the old man and granddaughter that instantly turned into disappointment, he saw the admiring expressions around him instantly turned into disgust, and he saw the master's indisputable eyes of lamenting his misfortune and anger.

It would be nice if the master did.

"Let me try!"

Suddenly a voice broke the eerie atmosphere.

The little Taoist priest turned his head and saw a plainly dressed young man, and suddenly his eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment, he originally thought that he was a master, he knew very well the condition of the comatose old man, and ordinary doctors could not solve this situation at all.

"There's no time, now only I can save him!" Seeing that the little Taoist priest heard his voice but still didn't let go, Wu Haotian could only pull the little Taoist back with force, and then quickly took out the needles that the little Taoist had just applied to the old man.

With a "snap-" sound, the little Taoist priest felt a wave of anger hit him, but he did not hold a grudge against Wu Haotian's rude behavior, but wondered a little in his heart, could this young man as old as me really cure him. Then he shook his head, although the trace of qi that hit him meant that this young man was not an ordinary person, he should be a martial artist, but how could a martial artist in the secular world surpass him in medical skills.

Even I can't cure the disease, and it is estimated that only the master can save it.

If you want to say that the most wondering, of course, it is not a little Taoist, Leng Qiuyan is even more puzzled, although his master is not like an ordinary person just now, and his martial arts are still very strong, but can he still heal? Immediately shook his head, those who know medical skills and martial arts on TV are just mythical-level characters, and real life is absolutely impossible.

What kind of play is this, this is a major matter of human life, why is Wu Haotian so impulsive. She didn't believe that Wu Haotian would be able to heal, and looking at the situation, the old man was the line between life and death, even Hua Tuo could not guarantee that he could save the old man.

"No, I have to stop the master from doing stupid things!"

In case the old man accidentally leaves, the old man's family may find the master to compensate, and it will be troublesome.

But when Leng Qiuyan was just about to remind her, she found that Wu Haotian had actually started to apply needles, and the speed of applying needles was as fast as lightning, and it seemed to be more powerful than the little Taoist just now. Leng Qiuyan was stunned, could it be that this guy really knew how to heal?

The so-called layman looks at the lively, and the insider looks at the doorway. The moment Wu Haotian applied the needle, the little Taoist priest found that he was completely wrong, this young man was definitely a master, because his temperament was exactly the same as that of the master, he subconsciously stacked Wu Haotian and the master's figures together, and it was like a person!

Could it be that this young man is a master?

No, he's not a master! He actually used the Breeze Seventy-two Needles!

Who the hell is he? He actually knows the treasure of our Qingfeng Concept - Qingfeng Seventy-two Needles! Isn't this something that only a master knows? How did he learn it, no, there is another person who will, is he the uncle who has been missing for many years?

Uncle Shi is too young, right? However, it is said that when ancient martial arts are cultivated to a certain level, they can achieve the effect of rejuvenation and longevity. Could it be that Uncle Shi has successfully stepped into the day after tomorrow?

Yes, it must be so! I actually found Uncle Shi! I must tell the master! The master will definitely die of joy!

Wu Haotian didn't know anything about the situation outside, if he knew that the little Taoist priest outside had regarded him as a sixty or seventy-year-old uncle at this moment, he would definitely faint on the spot.

The most important thing for him now is to pull the old man back from the iron gate, no matter the cost.

He also thought for a long time before using this Qingfeng Divine Needle taught by Baicaozi, when Baicaozi taught himself ten sets of acupuncture methods, and this so-called Qingfeng Divine Needle is one of the sets, and the effect on the old people on the ground is very significant.

It is said that this is Baicaozi's own research and creation, and the requirements for personal strength and grasp of acupuncture points are extremely demanding.

Fortunately, the current strength of Wu Haotian can completely use this set of stitches, and it is not difficult to use a trace of soul power to pull the old man back from the ghost gate.

After about 1 minute, the silver needle that Wu Haotian inserted into the old man's body suddenly trembled violently, he knew that this already meant that the old man was fine, and the remaining toxins in his body had been dispersed by the silver needle. As long as you prescribe a prescription for a few days, you can be cured.

With a "ding-" sound, all the trembling silver needles flew out. Wu Haotian did not hesitate to stretch out his hand and put all the silver needles into the palm of his hand, and then carefully put them into the box where the little Taoist priest contained the silver needles just now.

After a few seconds, the old man's fingers moved a few times, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Grandpa, you're finally awake!" The girl burst into tears and laughed when she saw her grandfather open his eyes.

"I'm still alive." The old man muttered incredulously, he knew his body best, thinking that it was impossible for him to come back to life just now.

"Grandpa, it was this miracle doctor who saved you, he is amazing!" The girl hurriedly looked at Wu Haotian, who looked indifferent and was about to leave.

For Wu Haotian, saving people is just something he sees and does.

Since it has happened, it naturally shows that God will do so.

Maybe it's a delicate fate.

The old man glanced at Wu Haotian with a little meaning, among all the people present, his mind was the clearest, because at this moment, he could completely feel the vitality of his body.

Not to restore, but to rejuvenate!

Such a miracle doctor, it only takes a few stitches to make his body like this, which is absolutely terrifying!

Looking at the young man's dress and conversation, the temperament of the whole person also surpasses the feeling of his peers, and a trace of ethereal breath adds to the sense of mystery.

The old man coughed lightly and handed out a business card from his pocket, on which there was only a telephone.

There are also three simple cut-out texts.

Bailixiong.

"Little brother, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have left this world, you not only saved me, but also ......"

The old man didn't continue, because Wu Haotian had already taken the business card and waved his hand.

"It's just fate, no need to say thank you." A faint answer, neither humble nor arrogant.

After speaking, Wu Haotian and Leng Qiuyan sat down in the corner, leaving an old man and a young man with a petrified face.

This guy! My goodness, this is the business card of the Baili family!

The favor of the Baili family is so worthless in his eyes?

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, it seems that he really doesn't care.

This kind of person is either ignorant to the extreme, or powerful Skyrim.

The old man knew very well that this kind of person must be the latter, and maybe he came from there.

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