After some communication, it didn't take much effort, and the villagers agreed that Yan Murong would come to treat him.

He had been lying here for almost a week, and he knew that his own had been in the past two days. Instead of sticking all kinds of tubes into his body and relying on drugs to hang his life, it is better to let Yan Murong give it a try, maybe it will really work.

Hearing that Yan Murong was going to use acupuncture to save people, many people who had no work for the time being came over, but Chen Hanqing drove everyone out with an expressionless face.

"Principal Chen, can I do it?" Yan Murong hesitated and asked Chen Hanqing, who was giving him a hand and was sterilizing the silver needle.

Before he returned to Yanjing, every time the old man was treated, he would learn how to do it, but now he has to do it himself, so he is a little hesitant.

It's not that he can't cure it, it's that he has never seen this disease at all-the cure is all up to himself, and if he doesn't save someone and kills him, even if he doesn't have to be responsible, he can't get over that hurdle in his heart.

"Big brother, you can rest assured that you can give me a needle." It was not Chen Hanqing who spoke, but the man who had only one breath left.

Two days passed, and his spirit was a little more depressed, and the blood spots all over his body became more serious - although they had not spread, the original red blood spots had turned dark red, and he looked very cautious.

"I don't know if you can do it." Chen Hanqing said in a deep voice. "But as a doctor, you can't hesitate at this time - if you hesitate a little more, you are not responsible for the patient's life, the operation can fail, but your will cannot fail, just do what you have to do, just do your best."

Yan Murong nodded, stopped talking, his eyes became firm, he brought disposable disinfectant gloves and masks, put on protective clothing, and took the silver needle handed over by Chen Hanqing.

Yan Murong no longer hesitated, the silver needle suddenly trembled in his hand, and it pierced directly into the man's heart, followed by the liver, lungs, kidneys, and other important internal organs.

This time, Yan Murong's acupuncture was not an acupuncture point, but directly into the internal organs, and he wanted to pass his internal qi into the other party's internal organs through silver needles, so as to achieve a role in repairing internal organs.

To put it bluntly, Yan Murong's internal qi is not the kind of internal strength mentioned in martial arts novels, it can be like qigong. Usually, Yan Murong uses qi to move the needles when using acupuncture, stimulating acupuncture points to increase the effect of acupuncture - this time, she directly uses silver needles as a medium to repair damaged internal organs with internal qi.

It was his first time, and the first time in the whole world.

No one has ever done that.

Since it was not an acupuncture point, the moment the silver needle pierced the patient's body, he felt the presence of that qi, and the other party let out a cry of pain, and his face became even paler.

Yan Murong put out his hands together, carefully channeling his internal qi into the other party's internal organs through the silver needle.

He also knew that the other party's body was close to the stage of running out of oil and drying up, and if he didn't pay attention to it, it was very likely that he would stab someone to death.

Soon, Yan Murong's forehead began to sweat, and his face was slightly pale, just as he thought - if he did this, it was impossible to insist on saving a person. The three stitches are taken together, and he has to constantly use his internal qi to guide, and his internal qi is consumed too quickly.

"Okay? Would you like to take a break? Chen Hanqing picked up a disinfectant tampon and wiped the beads of sweat on Yan Murong's forehead, and asked in a low voice.

Yan Murong didn't speak, just nodded slowly-even if it didn't work, he could only hold on now, as soon as he let go, the other party would be a dead end.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes.

When five minutes passed, Yan Murong's face was already white and terrifying, and there was no blood at all, but the man lying on the bed no longer struggled.

Just when Chen Hanqing thought that Yan Murong had succeeded, Yan Murong let go of his hand and slowly pulled out the silver needle.

"What's wrong? Did it work? Chen Hanqing asked anxiously.

Yan Murong's face was pale, sweating profusely, he pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and after a glance, he fell backwards. Chen Hanqing was shocked, and hugged Yan Murong as soon as he could, so that he didn't let him lie directly on the ground - and then reached out and grabbed the man's wrist and touched it, only to find that he had lost his breath.

When Chen Hanqing carried Yan Murong out of the isolation room, all the doctors surrounded him.

"Old Chen, how is it? Okay, huh? ”

"Yes, Old Chen, is it okay, what's wrong with him?"

"Failed." Chen Hanqing shook his head and said in a deep voice. "Go to two people, put the body in the way, and don't let others touch it."

"I knew no, what could I do, how capable such a young guy could be." A researcher in his fifties, dressed in a white lab coat, said in a dissatisfied tone. "We've been studying for so many days and nothing has come of it, and he caught a monkey and turned it into a cow? What are you kidding, a few silver needles want to save people, and it's strange that they can be cured. ”

"Shut up." Chen Hanqing suddenly shouted. "You can't study the serum because you are not good at learning, don't push everything on other people's heads - he is young, what's wrong with being young? Being young doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability - he fails, but at least he does his best. ”

"You, and you." Chen Hanqing pointed to all the people present and said. "I don't know if you've ever been on the operating table – who can be 100 percent sure that the operation will be successful? Who can guarantee it? If anyone dares to guarantee it, I, Chen Hanqing, will kneel down for him on the spot and worship him as a teacher. ”

"Say, which of you can guarantee it?"

Chen Hanqing is angry, all and you shut up, you look at me, I look at you, all eyes are full of helplessness and shame.

Yes, none of them can guarantee 100% success on the operating table.

100% successful, is that still human? They are all about to become gods.

"Since none of you can guarantee it, then you have no right to blame anyone else." Chen Hanqing said coldly.

After speaking, a group of people who were left looking at each other carried Yan Murong on their backs and walked to the resting tent.

Chen Hanqing was right, Yan Murong did his best, and it could be seen from his pale and bloodless face.

Looking at Yan Murong who was lying in a coma on the bed, Chen Hanqing also sighed.

Although he is very good at medicine, and his luck needle is unique, but no matter how powerful he is, he is not an immortal, not all diseases can be cured, and he has done his best to achieve this point - he is a human being, and he is still a young man who is two years younger than his grandson.