"I'm going to discuss!"

Of course, Xin Zhi didn't dare to make a decision on his own, so he discussed it with his parents. In fact, they all know Xin Lao's illness in their hearts, the old man is old and can't stand the toss, and the probability of being cured is no more than fifty percent. Originally, they were going to go abroad, but Xin Lao said that he would not go, he would die in the country even if he died, and he didn't want to be a wandering ghost in a foreign country.

Half an hour later, Xin Zhi accompanied his parents to see Yan Jun again, Xin Lao had two sons, one in business and the other in the army. Only Xin Zhi's father, Xin Taikang, came over this time, in his fifties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he must have been a beautiful man when he was young. There was a middle-aged woman next to him, who looked graceful and luxurious, and should be Xin Zhi's mother, who looked more than ten years younger than Xin Taikang.

Seeing Yan Jun Xin Taikang only to know that his son was young, he is really a young man, and the average person has the impression that the older Chinese medicine is, the better, and being young means that he is not experienced enough, but he has no better choice now, "Yan Jun, right, I heard that you are sure to cure my father?" ”

Yan Jun nodded and did not speak.

"I hope you're really sure that you can't say anything!" Xin Taikang looked at Yan Jun's eyes, but he didn't see a trace of panic, only a little impatience.

"Okay, I said yes, you can't cure it, if you don't cure it, I'll leave, my time is very precious, hundreds of thousands of ...... a minute" Yan Jun was very distressed, these people had no confidence in him, just now Liu Yinghua had already told Yan Jun about the energy of the Xin family, but Yan Jun didn't care about the other party's ability.

Express it if you are unhappy, this is Yanjun's attitude. This time it was replaced by Xin Taikang's unhappiness, but he couldn't have a seizure, and now there are almost few people who can make him so unhappy, and he almost suffocated his internal injuries.

"Okay, it's up to you, if you can succeed, the five million will be yours!" Xin Taikang was holding a check, which had been filled with numbers, and it was exactly five million.

The corners of Yan Jun's mouth curved an arc, he hadn't put forward any conditions yet, and people were in a hurry to send the money, "Hehe, I like happy people the most, don't worry, this money is already surnamed Yan!" ”

Watching Yan Jun and them enter the operating room, Xin Zhi and his family members were restless, anxiously waiting for the results.

"Mom and Dad, sit down and rest, I think that kid is quite confident, there should be no problem, isn't there still Dr. Liu?" Having said that, Xin Zhi was also very anxious, the old man was the pillar of their family, although he retired, but a group of protégés were still there, as long as the old man lived for a day, others would not dare to act rashly.

In China, the relationship is very important, the old man is there, the relationship is there, if the old man leaves the West, many relationships will be broken. Of course, Xin Zhi understands the trick, today's matter is gambling, if the gamble wins, the scenery is still the same, and if the defeat is lost, everything will be over.

There were only Yan Jun and Liu Yinghua in the operating room, and Yan Jun covered the camera. Liu Yinghua was about to give Xin Lao an anesthetic needle, but Yan Jun waved his hand, "No need!" ”

He took out a golden needle and pricked a few stitches directly, and Xin Lao immediately fell asleep.

Then Liu Yinghua took the scalpel and handed it to Yan Jun, who was stunned, "What are you doing?" ”

"Craniotomy!" Liu Yinghua was skeptical that Yan Jun would have surgery, and his posture with a knife was unprofessional, not like surgery, but like he was going to kill a pig.

"I'm not going to do surgery," Yan Jun said, and the scalpel spun around in his hand as if playing acrobatics, and with a snap, Yan Jun stuck the scalpel as a flying knife on the table next to him.

This series of actions scared Liu Yinghua into a cold sweat, and there was Xin Lao lying below, if this was a mistake, it would be a big trouble!

But now it's not a small trouble, Yan Jun can't operate and has to be the attending doctor, isn't it a joke?

"Alas, you've hurt me. I'll do it, but you have to hand it to me quickly, or you'll die!" ”

Liu Yinghua sighed to himself that he was unlucky, and he thought about it, Yan Jun had good acupuncture and moxibustion, and he seemed to be a traditional Chinese medicine, how could he do a craniotomy?

"Alcohol!" Liu Yinghua quickly entered the role, stretched out his hand and said.

Yan Jun didn't move, he looked at Liu Yinghua who was chattering endlessly, and felt a little funny.

"What are you doing stupidly, bring alcohol to disinfect!" Liu Yinghua was anxious.

"I remember that I am the attending doctor," Yan Jun touched his nose, "Director Liu, you better rest for a while, let me come!" ”

Saying that, Yan Jun applied the needle again, and in addition to the gold needle, he also used silver needles and bone needles, which pierced into thirteen big points in a row. Then he began to secretly cast handprints, chanting incantations in his mouth, his voice was very soft, like humming a song, Liu Yinghua couldn't hear what Yan Jun said at all.

was wondering, Liu Yinghua felt that Yan Jun was playing tricks, and he was humming a song when he was treating, but suddenly he shivered, and the temperature here seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees all at once. Liu Yinghua's face changed, and he suddenly remembered the scene on the train at the beginning, at that time it was the same as now, is this the method of Yanjun's miracle doctor?

Liu Yinghua's guess is basically correct, now when Yan Jun uses the black spell technique, it is different from ordinary spell masters, Yan Jun is born with super spiritual power, I don't know if it is the reason for the natural spirit body, his spell is unique. For example, right now, what Yan Jun is casting is the Death Spell, which can slowly extract the life force of the person in the spell, so that the other party will slowly die unconsciously. Yu Jun used this spell to heal the disease, and he cast the Death Spell on the tumor in Xin Lao's head.

Black spell is a strict system, passed down from thousands of years ago to today, few people can make changes to it, it has gone through the wisdom of countless people before it was finally finalized, most people don't want to change, even if they want to rely on the gourd to draw a scoop is difficult to complete. No one has ever been able to control a spell on a single part of the human body, and the object of casting it is a complete individual, or a person, or a dog, or a tree, etc., and it is difficult to control a specific part of the body. Few people would think of doing this, after all, the biggest goal of the Black Spell Master is to kill the enemy, and who would want to kill only one finger of the enemy?

But Yan Jun is different, he has been mentally retarded since he was a child, belongs to the natural spirit body, and in order to save the master he has learned a lot of medical skills, he has actually controlled the spell to the realm of doing whatever he wants, even those who are several levels higher than him The heart spell master and the spirit spell master can't do Yan Jun's point, the spell master is not easy to say, there are only three or five spell masters in history, all of them are very mysterious and unknown.

Let's just talk about Yan Jun now, his mana locked on the tumor, and the life breaking spell was applied to the tumor. The tumor was cursed by spells, and soon began to change color, and a lot of life was lost. Soon it dried up and died, and the tumor itself withered and shrunk, and under Yan Jun's continuous mana output, the tumor finally became a powder-like thing, and soon it will be automatically digested by the human body, so there is no need to worry about it.

Liu Yinghua looked at Yan Jun standing there motionless, like a statue, but ten minutes Yan Jun sweated on his forehead, and half an hour later he was sweating profusely, like a chicken in soup. If it weren't for Yan Jun's words first, Liu Yinghua would have called someone.