How handsome is it, you can't swipe your face when you go shopping. What about high medical skills, that's only what you know. Even if you say you're good, what doctor would dare to risk you, someone who doesn't have a medical license, to see his patients?

Therefore, although Yan Murong admitted that he could use his qi luck needle, Zhong Zhenguo still sent him to the first floor - let him grab the medicine.

Sitting bored at the counter in front of the medicine box, Yan Murong held a condensed version of "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" in his hand, shaking his head while reading it.

It's not that he can't read it, but he thinks that although this book claims to be a condensed edition, the content in it is not complete - there are too many differences from the original version he has read. But it's not complete, but it's not so misleading.

All morning, Yan Murong spent the morning in front of the medicine box, except for occasionally chatting with the little nurse who came over to help the old man grab medicine, just sitting there reading a book in a daze.

"Bang"

Yan Murong Zhengxian's head was about to grow lice, and a loud noise from the door attracted everyone's attention.

A man covered in blood, no, a man covered in blood, dragged in by a woman in a long dress stained with blood.

"Doctor, where's the doctor, help—come and help." The woman is about twenty-five or sixteen years old, her appearance is quite delicate, a snow-white sleeveless dress is already full of dust, and the skin on her arms has been broken, it seems that she has fallen, and a pot of aloe vera at the door has fallen to the ground, it is estimated that the crisp sound just now is the sound of the flower pot hitting the ground.

The man she dragged in seemed to be conscious, but the lower abdomen was bleeding, and the woman's skirt was stained red with blood.

This sudden situation made everyone on the first floor stunned for a moment, and then, many uncles and aunts began to point fingers.

"Girl, hurry up and call 120, this is a Chinese medicine doctor, you can't get stitches, look at the young man's injury, you have to have a blood transfusion."

"Yes, girl, call 120 quickly."

The woman, however, continued to cry and scream for help as if she could not hear others.

"Don't worry, I'll come." At this time, Yan Murong, who had been sitting in front of the medicine box all morning, spoke.

"Don't cry, tell me, what's going on?" Yan Murong squatted in front of the woman and asked.

"I—we've been robbed, my husband he's—" said the woman, crying again.

There was no way, Yan Murong had no choice but to turn his gaze to the man on the ground who was still conscious, grabbed his hand, pressed it on his injured position, and said. "You were stabbed with a dagger, the blood is black and red, it has hurt the liver - there is too much blood, now press hard, you can still live for fifteen minutes, if it hurts too much and let go, you can only live for three minutes."

As he spoke, Yan Murong turned his head and said to a panicked nurse behind him. "Hurry up and prepare gauze, brocade grass, silver needles, long needles—forget it, I'll go myself."

Zhong Zhenguo had just finished acupuncture on a patient, and when he saw Yan Murong running up in a hurry, he grabbed Yan Murong and asked. "What are you doing in a hurry?"

"Save people." Who knows, Yan Murong didn't even look back, so he ran to a treatment room, took out a box of silver needles and ran downstairs.

Because there is a door between the top and the first floor in order not to disturb the patient's rest, the sound insulation effect is very good, Zhong Zhenguo didn't hear the woman's shouting just now - seeing Yan Murong say to save people, he followed and walked downstairs quickly.

Seeing the man lying on the ground and the black and red blood all over the ground, Zhong Zhenguo was startled, and then looking at Yan Murong's movements, he almost fainted in fright.

"Yan Murong, what are you doing? Stop, you're going to kill someone, we don't have the conditions to do surgery here - hurry, who calls 120 quickly. Zhong Zhenguo saw that Yan Murong was going to use a needle on a man, and hurriedly shouted at a nurse.

It's not that he doesn't want to save people, but he really doesn't have the conditions to treat him here - through the color of the blood, Zhong Zhenguo also knows very well where the injured person is injured, and it is impossible to stop the bleeding with simple acupuncture.

"Zhong Lao, believe me." Yan Murong said without looking back, and as soon as the words fell, the silver needle that had eliminated the poison pierced into Guan Yuan's acupoint, which was about two inches below the man's navel.

Guan Yuan's acupoint is located about two inches below the navel of the lower abdomen, and Zhong Zhenguo also knows that this acupoint can stop bleeding -- but if the injured person has injured his liver, it may not work to stop the bleeding in this way.

"It's going to be bad now, if someone dies, I'm afraid this kid won't be able to tell." Zhong Zhenguo thought helplessly.

Although Teng Yatou brought him here, he should take care of him, but this kid actually advocated saving this seriously injured person, looking at the blood flowing from the ground, Zhong Zhenguo knew that the man on the ground was about to die - in human beings, if a man bleeds more than one-third of his blood, he will definitely die.

What's more, Yan Murong, this kid doesn't have a medical license!

Zhong Zhenguo was still thinking about whether to use a little of his connections to save this kid after the accident, and the next scene that happened made him completely shocked.

After the long needle pierced the man's Guan Yuan acupoint, the wound that was still bleeding out like a faucet just now miraculously stopped the bleeding, and then, then, he grabbed a handful of ground brocade grass that the nurse had prepared a long time ago, and with one hand, the root-like ground brocade grass was pinched into powder and sprinkled on the wound.

At this time, the man's consciousness had begun to blur, his pupils had begun to gradually dilate, and his face was frighteningly pale - a precursor to excessive blood loss and imminent shock.

"Husband, don't die, doctor, quickly-save my husband." When the woman saw the man's appearance, she cried while holding Yan Murong's arm and shaking it, begging.

"Shut up." Yan Murong scolded in a deep voice before speaking. "He can't die yet, so lift him up and turn his back on me."

The woman was jumped by Yan Murong's roar and laughter, her mind was blank, but she didn't have time to think about whether Yan Murong could save her husband, so she hurriedly ripped off the man's half-sleeved shirt, and then helped her up, with her back to Yan Murong.

Yan Murong glanced at the onlookers around him, and then at Zhong Zhenguo's surprised and worried expression, then turned around, made a sudden move, and slapped the open needle box with a slap.

"Boom"

Being slapped by Yan Murong like this, the eight long needles immediately jumped up from the needle box, and then, everyone's mouths grew in surprise.

After the long needle jumped up, Yan Murong didn't pick it up, the fingers of both hands were stacked alternately with the middle finger, and then "snapped" a few times - before others could see clearly, the eight long needles had already sunk into the man's back.

Then, in the exclamation of a group of people, Yan Murong slapped the eight long needles completely into the man's back with another palm.

For five minutes, everyone looked at Yan Murong in fear, watching his palm on the man's back, and bursts of gas coming out, all of them were shocked in their hearts - is this healing?

Five minutes later, the man's face gradually turned rosy, and Yan Murong was also sweating profusely.

With a "snap", Yan Murong slapped his palm on the man's back again - eight long needles suddenly burst out, and Yan Murong waved his hand and held them all in his hand.

"It's done, I can't die, bandage the wound, and then prepare some glucose to hang on him, I can wake up in less than half an hour, I have to rest." After speaking, Yan Murong put away the needle box, and regardless of the monster-like eyes of the people around him, he raised his legs and walked upstairs.