"Mr. Li, don't you see the patient first?"

Yan Xinmin still couldn't believe it, Li Mingxuan just glanced at it and knew that the old man was unconscious because of poisoning, looked at him, and asked in a somewhat tentative tone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"No, let's get started."

Li Mingxuan said lightly, walked over, found a thick quilt to put on the old man's back, helped him sit up, and leaned on the quilt.

When he walked into the ward, he smelled a special smell in the air, which was so faint that even if he didn't smell it carefully, he might not be able to notice it.

Yan Xinmin and the little nurse are ordinary people, so of course they can't smell it.

"Miss Nurse, please fetch me a few silver needles."

Li Mingxuan put one hand on the old man's pulse, probed the depth of his poisoning, and had no time to care, turned his head and said with a slight smile to the little nurse.

"Yes, okay."

The little nurse lowered her head and hummed, opened the wooden box, looked at the rows of silver needles inside, and then looked at Li Mingxuan and asked, "How long does it take?" ”

"Whatever."

Li Mingxuan's hand had already moved away from the old man's pulse, probably because the poisoning had not been long in time, and the degree of his poisoning was not deep.

Like the red worm, this toxin is not common in the world, and it seems that the people who shoot at the old man's family are not idle people.

It's just that Li Mingxuan doesn't intend to care about this kind of idle matter other than curing diseases.

For acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine, the little nurse didn't understand anything about it, so she took out a few sticks of about the same length from the wooden box, pinched the tail end and took them.

The little nurse doesn't understand Chinese medicine, which doesn't mean that Yan Xinmin doesn't understand either.

Although he is a Western doctor, he is not ignorant of acupuncture.

He knows that different lengths and different types of silver needles play different roles in acupuncture, Yan Xinmin is not very clear, but he also knows that when acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine, silver needles cannot be used indiscriminately.

Out of responsibility for the patient, Yan Xinmin originally planned to ask, but thinking of Li Mingxuan's methods just now, he still chose to remain silent.

The little nurse on the side didn't think so much, she stood next to Li Mingxuan prettyly, a pair of beautiful eyes were rolling around, and her eyes stayed on his face.

Li Mingxuan looked at the old man leaning on the quilt with his eyes closed, and took a silver needle from the little nurse's hand.

To save this old man, there is actually no need to be so troublesome, but the means needed are not something that normal people can understand, so Li Mingxuan still chose the most secure way.

He pinched the head of the silver needle in his hand, and sent a trace of true qi into it.

Airplanes!

A surprising scene has appeared!

I saw that with the influx of Li Mingxuan's true qi, the tail of the silver needle suddenly trembled at an extremely fast frequency, making a slight humming sound.

Hey!

The little nurse who saw this scene couldn't help but make a soft sound, and was surprised by the scene in front of her.

Because Li Mingxuan didn't have any other movements except for pinching the silver needle with his index finger and thumb, his wrist and fingers were still there.

But why do they tremble?

The little nurse couldn't figure it out, and Yan Xinmin couldn't figure it out either.

He vaguely felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have seen it from that book, but now he couldn't remember anything.

Shout!

When the little nurse and Yan Xinmin were surprised, Li Mingxuan's fingers were like electricity, and the silver needle on his hand had pierced a certain acupuncture point on the old man's head.

Shout!

Shout!

didn't give the little nurse and Yan Xinmin more time to think, after inserting the first silver needle, Li Mingxuan concocted the remaining silver needles into other acupuncture points on the old man's body.

Under the control of True Qi, although the silver needle broke away from Li Mingxuan's fingers and was inserted into the old man's body, it was still trembling at a unique frequency, looking at the little nurse and Yan Xinmin dumbfounded.

At this moment, seeing this phenomenon beyond common sense, Yan Xinmin has a new understanding of the Chinese nation's broad and profound medical skills.

However, Yan Xinmin and the little nurse can only see these on the surface.

They didn't know that a faint flow of true qi was slowly entering the old man's acupoint along the silver needle, running in the meridians of his body, and with the circulation of true qi, the toxins deposited in his body were slowly forced out.

"Mr. Li, how's it going?"

With the loss of true qi, the trembling silver needle gradually regained its stability, Yan Xinmin glanced at the old man on the hospital bed, turned his head and asked Li Mingxuan.

Li Mingxuan stood up and said, "Ten minutes later, at the end of his right index finger, make a small infusion, and use something to catch the poisonous blood that flows out." ”

With that, he walked to the door of the ward.

Yan Xinmin hurriedly asked, "Mr. Li is leaving?" ”

Li Mingxuan nodded and said, "Well, I've been out for a long time, and I still have a friend to take care of." ”

He glanced at the old man and said, "If there is anything wrong with him, you can go to the ward just now to find me." ”

Walking out of the ward, Li Mingxuan glanced at the three people waiting outside the ward and said, "Okay, you can go in." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man, the emaciated man and the pretty woman hurriedly pushed the door and walked into the ward.

Ten minutes later, in the ward, looking at the old man who was still very pale just now, his face has actually returned to ruddy, and his breathing has changed from very weak to stable and normal, Yan Xinmin's eyes have a surprise that cannot be concealed.

It's really good!

"Dean Yan, is my father okay?" Obviously, the middle-aged man also found out about this situation and asked Yan Xinmin with a happy face.

Yan Xinmin remembered what Li Mingxuan said when he was leaving just now, and ordered the little nurse to bring over a scalpel, cut a small opening on the old man's right index finger, and connected it with a glass.

As a trace of black blood flowed from the end of the old man's fingers, the old man's closed eyes slowly opened on the hospital bed.

"Dad, you're awake!"

Seeing this, the emaciated man said with great joy.

"What's wrong with me?" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and he said with confusion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Yan Xinmin pulled the sleeve of the little nurse, and the two of them walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Yan Xinmin looked at the little nurse and said solemnly: "Xiaoyan, don't tell what you saw today." ”

"Oh, Grandpa Yan, I know, I won't say it." The little nurse pursed her lips and said, "I won't tell you, I still have something to do, so I'll go first......"

After saying that, she slipped away from Yan Xinmin's side.

Looking at the direction she left, it happened to be the location of Lin Siqing's ward.

Watching the little nurse bounce away, Yan Xinmin fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he sighed and said helplessly: "Forget it, Lao Xu's illness, he shouldn't have anything to ......, and he shouldn't want to be disturbed anymore." ”

Thinking of what the young man said to him when he entered the ward, Yan Xinmin pressed a certain thought that had just germantled back to the bottom of his heart.