With the progress of the times, science and technology are also developing rapidly, and anything that cannot be done can be achieved with computer special effects.

Is this kid making a movie? But where is the camera? Where's the computer?

This is the same idea that everyone thinks when they see the silver needle flying, and even some people think that it is no longer awesome to let the bullets fly, and it is domineering enough to let the silver needle fly.

Liang Shaokun's eyes widened in surprise, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

In his cognition, maybe such a magical thing can only be seen in Hollywood special effects blockbusters, Yan Murong's move has exceeded the scope of his thinking, but fortunately, he is also sensible, seeing that Yan Murong is saving people, he didn't go up to ask, just stood aside, staring at Yan Murong's every movement without blinking like a curious baby.

"Wow, what's going on, it's a god."

The assistants who followed several old men couldn't help but exclaim, and the boss, whose mouth was also open, estimated that it would not be a problem to stuff an egg.

"Shut up and watch honestly." Yang Huacheng turned his head and reprimanded in a low voice, but his eyes were reluctant to leave Yan Murong's every movement, and his eyes emitted a greedy light that only a wolf would emit when he saw meat.

is old, but Yang Huacheng's eyes are not flowering, he can see it clearly, to be honest, Yan Murong can't use this trick no matter what, and the silver needle doesn't fly up automatically, Yan Murong doesn't have any ability, but the end of the silver needle is connected to an almost transparent silk, he was also surprised, surprised that Yan Murong could practice such a hand at such a young age? The thing of diagnosing the pulse of the hanging silk sounds mysterious, let alone using silk to control the silver needle.

The more they looked at it, the more surprised Yang Huacheng and the others became.

Qi, this is definitely qi, this kid is actually using qi to move the needle, if it is not for the qi luck needle, then how can the silk tremble?

The eyes of several old men were full of shock, and at the same time, they looked at Yan Murong's eyes in surprise.

This is a luck needle.

They have studied Chinese medicine for most of their lives, and naturally they know what it means to use the Qi Luck Needle, but they are a little surprised, how can Yan Murong have such sufficient internal qi at such an age? You must know that it is not easy for ordinary people to practice internal qi, if a Chinese medicine practitioner can do it with qi luck needles, even if it can only use one needle, it is very powerful, but this kid has fourteen needles at a time, and it is controlled by silk.

Yan Murong didn't know the mood of these old men at this time, and now he was concentrating on controlling the silver needle, and his internal qi was constantly moving through the silk to the tip of the needle, and then entering Duan Chenxu's meridians through the tip of the needle, constantly repairing his internal organs damaged by the impact.

Yan Murong is a person who likes to challenge, fourteen stitches are already his maximum limit, and if he has to control it through silk, the difficulty has increased a lot.

Looking at the beads of sweat gradually flowing from Yan Murong's forehead, Dong Wuyan didn't speak, just took out a tissue from his bag and gently wiped it on Yan Murong's forehead twice, but the tenderness in his eyes was fully revealed.

Dong Wuyan thought, following this magical man, even if he is a junior, oh no, he is a junior-even is not bad.

Five minutes, ten minutes - fifteen minutes passed, and when Yan Murong's face had begun to turn pale, the ten fingers were shaken, and the silver needle was immediately retracted, and at the same time, Duan Chenxu, who had been closing his eyes, also let out a muffled snort, and then, a mouthful of black-red blood erupted from his mouth.

"Okay, as long as you don't have an accident or can't think of looking for death, then you can live another hundred and eighty years." Yan Murong said jokingly while wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, and Dong Wuyan had already prepared a bottle of mineral water, and when he saw that Yan Murong was finished, he unscrewed the lid and handed it over.

"It's getting more and more like a woman." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face.

"Phew, when did I not look like a woman?" Dong Wuyan couldn't help but look shy. "Besides, I'm a woman, and it's not like you haven't tried."

"I'm getting bolder." Yan Murong chuckled in Dong Wuyan's ear. "Why don't you go back in the evening?"

After muttering and biting his ears with Dong Wuyan for a while, Yan Murong's somewhat weak body barely recovered, and then he turned to look at Duan Chenxu who was dazed and a few old men with red faces with excitement, and said. "What are you doing? What are you doing looking at me like this? ”

"Hehe, master, if you want to be intimate with your master, you have to go back to the hotel." Liang Shaokun came over with a cheap smile. "Although it's very open here, we can't be street performers, right?"

"Get out of the way." Yan Murong kicked Liang Shaokun away before looking at Duan Chenxu and asked. "How? How does it feel? ”

"Me?" Duan Chenxu raised his head blankly and looked at Yan Murong, only then did he remember his situation just now.

It hurts, Yan Murong's silver needle didn't feel it when it first pierced into his body, but suddenly, he felt a gas-like thing burrow into his body, and then constantly impacted his internal organs, making him almost cry out in pain, if it weren't for the strong will he had exercised since childhood, it was estimated that the pain was enough to make him faint.

"That's you." Yan Murong looked at Duan Chenxu and smiled. "You're a pretty good little guy, doesn't that feel good?"

"It hurts." Duan Chenxu nodded very honestly and asked. "You're a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"yes." Yan Murong pointed to the medicine box on the ground and said. "Have you ever seen a silver needle in a Western medicine? Didn't you? A scalpel can't do what I do. ”

"I studied Chinese medicine, and my grandfather taught me." Duan Chenxu said, as if he was talking to Yan Murong, and as if he was talking to himself. "It's a pity that my grandfather left early, and I didn't study hard at that time."

"What about your parents?" Yan Murong asked curiously.

"It's gone." Duan Chenxu shook his head and was silent for a while before he raised his head, his eyes flashed with a determined light, he looked at Yan Murong and said in a firm tone. "I want to study Chinese medicine."

"That's a good thing." Yan Murong nodded.

"I'm going to learn Chinese medicine from you." Duan Chenxu looked at Yan Murong and said. "I'm going to be your apprentice."

After saying that, he supported the ground with his hands and tried to stand up.

"Excited about what?" Yan Murong squatted down, pressed Duan Chenxu to the ground, and said. "I didn't promise not to accept you, but you should lie on the ground honestly for a while, and wait for the ambulance to come and go to the hospital for another check-up."

"When are you leaving?" Duan Chenxu looked at Yan Murong nervously and asked.

"A week." Yan Murong smiled. "Little guy, take care of your injuries, I can't run."