"I don't need to make a statement, but I have one request. When this little brother administers the needle, I want to be able to watch from the sidelines. ”

Without the expected anger, Zhang Zhenran's solemn face showed a meaningful smile, and he looked at the calm young man with interest.

"Director..."

Seeing that Zhang Zhen did not object, Zhu Wenbin was a little anxious and wanted to persuade him. In addition to worrying about Zhang Zhen, he also has the fact that Will, who is the president of a large consortium. If Sorov dies in their hospital, it will have a great negative impact on their hospital. As a major general and a master of traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Zhen may be fine, but he, the attending doctor who is an assistant, may become a scapegoat, and Zhu Wenbin is not sure that this teacher who bowed down halfway will try to protect him.

"Director, or..."

Another middle-aged doctor standing on the side also wanted to persuade him, but he stopped his mouth in Zhang Zhen's eyes. As the director, Zhang Zhen has always been the same in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the stunned young people who dare to contradict have gone to the clinic to register, in the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army, who doesn't know that Director Zhang is the only strongman who dares to slap the table and stare at the dean.

"Mr. Li, what do you see?"

After listening to Zhang Zhen's request, Krill looked at Li Zhiqiu, who was sitting firmly beside the bed.

"Yes, leave this Director Zhang alone."

Looking directly at the old man named Zhang Zhen, Li Zhiqiu saw a trace of longing flashing in the other party's eyes, and did not refuse the other party's request. With the golden needle in his hand, he didn't care about others watching from the sidelines, saying that the entry-level technique of Wudang Nine Needles was not a top secret, when he learned Wudang Nine Needles from the old Tao, he didn't listen to the other party's reminder, and it was the Jiuyang Gong that Wudang inherited for thousands of years that could not be passed on to outsiders.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee."

Hearing Li Zhiqiu's promise, Krier also showed a hint of gratitude. To be honest, she has great hopes for Li Zhiqiu, but she also has no bottom in her heart, and having Zhang Zhen, who has extraordinary skills, can also make people feel at ease.

Taking in the changes in the beauty's expression, Li Zhiqiu just smiled slightly, how could he not see the other party's worries.

Waiting for everyone to leave the ward, Zhang Zhen, who had not communicated, looked at the open golden needle box and asked, "This little brother, do you want to inject Mr. Will?" ”

"Not bad."

Feeling the kindness of this old doctor, Li Zhiqiu did not refuse thousands of miles away. Being able to sit in the position of director of the top military hospital in this republic, his character and talent will definitely not be bad, and letting the other party observe it can be regarded as a contribution to Chinese medicine, Li Zhiqiu thought with evil interest.

"I don't know where the little brother came from?"

Seeing Li Zhiqiu's calmness and calmness, Zhang Zhen couldn't help but look forward to it a little more.

"There is no sect and no faction, if you want to say who you learn from, you can be counted as a Wudang disciple."

After being asked by the other party, Li Zhiqiu remembered the teachings of the old Taoist in his previous life, and he could be regarded as half of his master.

"Wudang?"

"Okay, Director Zhang, I'm going to give Mr. Will an injection, and I'll talk about it later."

Without continuing to argue with the other party, Li Zhiqiu picked up a golden needle, put it on the lit alcohol lamp and burned it for a while, and then directly inserted it into Will's Baihui acupoint.

In Li Zhiqiu started for Will. When Sorov was applying the needle, a team of men and horses in white coats rushed to the door of the intensive care ward.

"Dean."

Seeing the leader of the old man, the doctors and nurses present all lowered their heads and shouted respectfully. This old man is Zhu Shixiao, president of the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army, a lieutenant general at the level of a deputy military region, and an academician of the Medical College of the Republic.

"Where's Director Zhang?"

Looking around, Zhu Shixiao asked in a deep voice.

Will. Sorov is a foreign guest who is extremely concerned about the country's leaders, and Zhu Shixiao naturally attaches great importance to this. Sorov's treatment, he quickly rushed over.

"Dean, Director Zhang is observing inside."

Hearing the dean's question, Zhu Wenbin quickly stepped forward and replied, always bowing his head respectfully when he spoke, just hiding a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In Zhang Zhen promised the young man to intervene in the treatment of Will. When Sorov was in time, Zhu Wenbin quietly hinted that his assistant would report to the dean. Compared with his own future prospects, the teacher-student relationship is not deep at all.

"Miss Claire, can you explain to me what's going on?"

Ignoring Zhu Wenbin, who replied, Zhu Shixiao turned his head to look at Cleier and asked directly. Even in the face of this foreign guest who is highly valued by the central leadership, Zhu Shixiao has enough capital to ignore the influence of the other party.

"Dean Zhu, we have hired a doctor to treat my grandfather. Please rest assured that President Zhu will bear all the consequences by myself and have nothing to do with your hospital. ”

In the face of this dean who has a pivotal position in the republic, Cleelle has a hint of respect in her tone, but she also copes with ease. She has seen a lot of leaders of various countries, and she is still a frequent visitor to the White House, and the prestige of the other party has no effect on her.

"Since Mr. Will is admitted to our hospital, our hospital will take care of it to the end."

Unexpectedly, Krill's attitude was so resolute, Zhu Shixiao frowned unconsciously, but he did not evade any responsibility. As a doctor and a soldier, Zhu Shixiao never knew what to escape, and since Zhang Zhen had agreed to the other party's actions, the hospital would take any responsibility for it.

"Thank you, Dean Zhu, we will not embarrass your hospital."

Krill was very pleased with the attitude of the General Hospital, and she also had a good impression of the Republic.

After talking to Krille, Zhu Shixiao instructed Zhu Wenbin a few words, and then went back to his office. As the dean, he has a lot of things to deal with. No matter how important Sorov's identity is, he will not delay the work of the hospital, which is not for one person.

Looking at Zhu Shixiao's back, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in Zhu Wenbin's eyes.

In the ward, Zhang Zhen, who is a master of traditional Chinese medicine, was completely calmed by the scene in front of him. The nine golden needles on Sorov's body were trembling slightly, forming a beautiful music.

Wudang Nine Needles, this is the legendary Wudang Nine Needles.

Zhang Zhen, who was trembling with excitement, never thought that this young man would have the Wudang Nine Needles that had disappeared from the world hundreds of years ago, which was the stunt of a generation of divine doctor Zhang Jingyue, known as the flesh and bones of the living dead.

Zhang Zhen, who has only studied ordinary acupuncture therapy, can no longer describe his mood at the moment in words, you must know that the plum blossom nine needles he relied on to become famous were born from the legend of Wudang nine needles. With the plum blossom nine needles that can only be called the nine needles of Wudang, Zhang Zhen has established the status of the leader in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is conceivable how powerful the real Wudang nine needles are.

I don't know how excited Zhang Zhen was watching from the sidelines, Li Zhiqiu was carefully wrapping Will with spiritual power. Sorov's heart.

In the most important heart part of the human body, Li Zhiqiu did not dare to slack off, once he made a mistake, no amount of spiritual power could save it. Fortunately, maybe he was frightened by his spiritual power before, and the yin power entrenched in his heart didn't make any movement.

With the strategy of surrounding the city from the countryside, Li Zhiqiu infiltrated the heart bit by bit, and finally only a little open space around the yin force remained, forming a trend of closing the door and beating the dog.

After making preparations, Li Zhiqiu's spiritual power slowly surrounded the yin force.

Sensing the approaching danger, the yin force began to stir, and it was only when it wanted to make a move that it found that it was surrounded by forces that made it fearful.

As if he could feel the trembling mood of the yin force, the corners of Li Zhiqiu's mouth turned up slightly, and the spiritual power directly enveloped the yin power.

After an initial struggle, Yin Li gave up resisting and obediently trapped him.

Without any hesitation, Li Zhiqiu carefully removed the yin power out of his heart and absorbed it into his hand through the golden needle at the middle navel acupoint.

To Li Zhiqiu's surprise, the moment Yin Li was trapped in his hand, it seemed to let out a cheer and disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

"Hmph."

Thousands of miles away, in an ancient castle in California, USA, a man who was holding a glass of red wine in front of him let out a muffled snort, and a pair of sky-blue eyes seemed to look to the east consciously.

"Tyre, what's wrong?"

Feeling that there was something wrong with his companion, Bruce, who was holding a blue-haired beauty, asked suspiciously.

"The divine power I left in Will's old fellow's body has been removed."

Taking a gentle sip of red wine, a glint flashed in Tyre's eyes.

"What?"

Hearing Tyre's words, Bruce pushed the beautiful woman in his arms away and looked at the other party in dismay. He knew that Tyre's strength had already reached the 5th level of the Marquis, ranking among the top three among the younger generation in their North American Divine Constituency, and the strength of those who could expel his divine power would inevitably be above the Duke.

And in the entire European and American continents, the duke-level Chosen One is an old guy with a great reputation, and Bruce doesn't think that Tyre will be uncomfortable.

"The old fellow went to the East."

For Will. Sorov's whereabouts, Thiel is naturally well aware. It's just that he didn't expect that someone in the mysterious eastern country could really crack his divine power, no wonder the old guys in the family strictly ordered them not to set foot in that country, it seems that there is some truth.

"Oriental? If it's really those Immortals who intervene, then what are you going to do? ”

Hearing the word Oriental, Bruce immediately thought of that mysterious country that was taboo. He knew that Tyre was fond of that Krill, and that the Sorov group's wealth was just an addition.

"I want to see what kind of ability the Immortal Chosen has that can make our ten major families not set foot in the East for a hundred years."

Gulping down the glass of red wine, Tyre pulled the blonde sitting next to him and kissed her fiercely.

As the blonde beauty indulged in passion, Tyr's mouth pressed to the side of Bai Nen's neck, his eyes bloody, and his handsome face looked unusually hideous with two fangs glowing with cold light.

"Hmm..."

With a mesmerizing groan, the blonde woman hugged Tyre's head tightly, enjoying the heavenly pleasure without feeling the slightest loss of blood.

Watching the blonde beauty gradually transform into a bloodless shell, Bruce's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and then a charming smile appeared.

Pressing the panicked blue-haired beauty beside him, Bruce let out a silent roar as he raised his head to the sky and bit down on the seductive neck.

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