The guy turned around and hurriedly took the needle, Li Mingchen's face was solemn, this is a life-threatening emergency, and the reputation of the cure is great, and if it is not cured, it will be a big blow to the prestige of Baekjetang!

Li Mingchen was very worried, he knew that there were many Chinese medicine halls in the city, and once such a seriously ill person was not willing to take over, but asked the patient's family to transfer to other hospitals. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But he couldn't do it, because this is Baekjedo, the largest Chinese medicine hall in the city, and it is famous.

Turning his head and glancing at Tang Yue, he saw that he was also concentrating and didn't say anything. It seems that he can't be counted on either, everything is on his own.

Acute stroke! At stake!

It seems that this old man is at least eighty years old, and he has suddenly suffered a serious illness, and his life is hanging by a thread at this time, and his life is in danger at any time.

The middle-aged man who came in with the old man on his back looked anxious, but he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of disturbing Li Mingchen's diagnosis, but the tears in his eyes rolled down involuntarily, it seemed that he was indeed a big filial son.

The middle-aged man named Mei Zhengwei finally went home to accompany his father once, took his father out for a walk in the park, but unexpectedly suddenly fell, and then the person fell unconscious, and hurriedly carried it in a hurry, and called 120 but said that it would take half an hour to arrive, in that case, where could he wait for half an hour?

It just so happened that this park was next to Baekje Hall, and he knew Li Mingchen, so he hurried over. Running all the way, his body was already soaked with sweat.

"I ...... What about my father? Mei Zhengwei stammered, it's all because he is not good, his father is so old, he has to take him out, at this moment, Mei Zhengwei's heart is full of remorse and self-blame.

"Acute stroke, emergency situation. If...... Never mind. Li Mingchen wanted to say something official, even if the old man passed, don't look for trouble, but think about it. It's too inappropriate to say that at this time.

Soon, the guy brought a set of items needed for acupuncture.

"Beryllium needle!" Li Mingchen pulled off the old man's clothes and divided them on both sides, stretched out his hand and shouted softly, and the young man hurriedly took out one from the acupuncture box and handed it over.

The index and middle fingers twist the tail of the needle, and the silver light flashes.

Baekjetang's reputation is all in this battle! Li Mingchen's expression was extremely solemn. Shout! The needle is fast and accurate. Firmly enter the acupuncture points under the nose of the elderly.

"Warm up, fire needle!" Li Mingchen drank lowly, and at the same time gently twisted the tail of the needle, and the other pressed the old man's temple and kneaded it.

Reach out and hand it over with a preheated enough fire needle. Needle down, reach out again.

"Lift the needle."

Shot like the wind, Li Mingchen has now used what he has learned all his life, and it is also the most famous acupuncture and moxibustion method of the divine doctor.

As for whether it will work or not, it can only depend on creation.

When the last stitch fell, Li Mingchen's heart had already risen to his throat.

Everything that can be done in front of him has been done, can you pull the old man back from the ghost door, in one fell swoop.

Seven ways, seven needles. Li Mingchen seemed to have exhausted all his strength, panting, and reached out to wipe his forehead, which was full of sweat.

The guy next to him hurriedly came up to wipe it, Li Mingchen didn't notice it at all, his eyes stared at the old man on the bed, waiting for a miracle to appear, this is a battle of life and death, whether the reputation of Baekje Hall stinks to the end, or whether the reputation rises, it depends on whether the old man can come back to life.

There are three levels of acupuncture, fire acupuncture, hand acupuncture, and qi acupuncture. Ordinary people can only achieve fire acupuncture, but famous teachers can achieve hand acupuncture, that is, to slowly twist the fingers to achieve the best effect of acupuncture. As for the highest level of Qi Luck Needle, it is said that it has been lost for many years.

Qi luck acupuncture, with the qi in the body to run acupuncture, because of the qi of the human body, although ordinary people have mastered it, even if they can feel its existence, it is also a very small number of geniuses, and even many people doubt that there is no such qi in the human body that can be used!

Just because, with the luck needle, it has long been lost! No one can see it.

Li Mingchen has reached the level of hand acupuncture, assisted by fire acupuncture, which can be said to have reached the highest level of acupuncture, and he can come out of his master's door to sit alone, and his fame is enough to shock one party.

The seven-way acupuncture method just now is a master's stunt, and it is easy not to show it in front of people, but human life is at stake, and he doesn't care anymore, and it is unknown whether he can save the old man.

Mei Zhengwei, who was standing next to him, was even more nervous, looking at his father with his eyes open.

I saw that the old man's rapid breathing just now seemed to have a tendency to slow down, and his undulating chest slowly calmed down, and Li Mingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which was a sign of his condition improving.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the silver needle inserted under the old man's nose popped out. Then the old man spasmed, foaming at the mouth and his chest rising violently again.

"Not good!" Li Mingchen, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was suddenly startled, seven needles, seven needles are indispensable, and one was instinctively popped out by the human body, what does this mean?

The worst happened, even Li Mingchen was helpless, and his heart was like ashes.

Mei Zhengwei burst into tears, bean-sized tears fell from his face, and he whimpered and shouted: "Dad......"

The cuckoo wept blood, whimpered, and an atmosphere of sadness hung over everyone's heart, as if it was pressed against a boulder in the chest, making people gasp and just want to go out and leave the place.

Mei Zhengwei looked at Li Mingchen with tears in his eyes, with the last glimmer of hope in his deep helplessness, which made people unbearable to look at him.

Li Mingchen lowered his eyelids and shook his head slowly, at this moment, he was also like ashes. A sense of defeat came over completely, and I almost collapsed on the spot after exhausting my energy for the needle just now.

The guy on the side hurriedly stepped forward and helped Li Mingchen.

"I'm fine." Li Mingchen waved his hand and wanted to leave, his steps were heavy, and his heart was like a heavy stone.

Although he is an apprentice of the Holy Hand of Chinese Medicine, he has also experienced several severe treatments, but this time, he was a mess, and he didn't even have a chance to turn the tables. The medical hall has died, and the reputation that Baekjedo has accumulated over the years may also be hit hard.

Thinking of this, Li Mingchen was even more sad.

Ever since Mei Zhengwei saw Li Mingchen shaking his head, his whole person was stunned, and his mind was blank. Hopeless? Hopeless? Father is gone?

It's all your own fault! What are you doing with your eighty-year-old father in the park? Although he is also a filial piety, he hopes that his father will be happy. At the moment, he took all the blame on himself, as if it would be better this way.

"Plop" sound.

Mei Zhengwei knelt down heavily, slammed his knees on the ground, and the boom shook everyone in the room. Like a blow, Hong Zhong Da Lu hit the atrium.

"Doctor Li, can you save my father again......" Mei Zhengwei, who was kneeling, cried out, and the crying of the middle-aged man infected everyone.

Li Mingchen's footsteps were sluggish, why didn't he want to? It's just that there is nothing he can do, his best seven-way acupuncture method has been used, and the old man's current critical situation is that no matter how magical the medicinal materials are, they can't work.

What else could he do?

Shaking his head, Li Mingchen was about to turn around.

"Let me try."

With a faint voice, Tang Yue suddenly stepped out. He saw the whole treatment process in his eyes, Li Mingchen's acupuncture method was really clever, and he thought it would be effective.

So he didn't speak, because Tang Yue himself was not sure, this kind of person whose life was on the line, no matter which divine doctor he put it in, could die a whimper, in the final analysis, in addition to medical skills, it also depends on whether the patient's life is hard or not!

If acupuncture is halfway through, the patient's breath of life will not be able to resist, and no matter how clever the acupuncture method is, it will not work, so now that he stands up, he is gambling!

He didn't know what the stakes were, only that it was a human life, and he couldn't possibly leave it alone. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, and the possibility of failure is extremely high.

"You?" Li Mingchen, who turned around, turned around again, his eyes fixed on Tang Yue's face, and slowly there was a trace of awe and respect in his eyes.

Of course, he knows that if he stands up at this time, no matter who he is, there is little hope, and if he is not careful, he will be saddled with a life lawsuit. But who are they? They're doctors! It is an angel in white who takes saving lives and helping the wounded as his vocation!

In the face of life, fame, fortune, and prestige are just floating clouds.

"Do you really want to?" Li Mingchen asked again.

"Give it a try." Tang Yue said.

"Okay." Li Mingchen nodded heavily, he had been on a visit with Tang Yue before, he had already seen this young man's medical skills, and it was not an embroidered pillow.

"Dr. Lai, he'...... This ......" Mei Zhengwei didn't know what the situation was, and looked at Li Mingchen with blank eyes.

"He's also a doctor." Li Mingchen said.

Mei Zhengwei was stunned for a moment, stood up suddenly, grabbed Tang Yue's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, please try your best, even if it is ...... No, I ...... I won't blame you either. ”

When he said the last sentence, Mei Zhengwei's throat was already blocked and he choked.

Then, Tang Yue sat in the position before Li Mingchen, and Li Mingchen stood on one side and acted as an assistant.

The healer will not die without help!

Just by virtue of Tang Yue's standing up at this time, Li Mingchen was willing to be an assistant. Although they had conflicts before, in the face of their illness, they have only one identity, and that is a doctor!

They are comrades standing in a trench!

patted Tang Yue's shoulder lightly: "Brother, this is Baekje Hall, don't worry about making bold moves, even if something happens, there will be Bajitang to bear it, and you will not be dragged down." ”

Tang Yue nodded, then took out one from the silver needle box and twisted it between his index finger and thumb, his eyes were sharp, and his face was calm.

The whole person is like a green pine standing on the cliff, there is a wonderful charm around, sacred, inviolable!

Shout! Woohoo! Shout......

The silver needle is slow and fast, the sound changes from slow to urgent, and the tip of the needle is windless and automatic! Gradually transformed into a phantom!

Others couldn't see it, but Li Mingchen was stunned for an instant, opened his mouth wide and forgot to inhale, and the whole person seemed to be frozen.

Luck Needle!

The long-lost luck needle!