After checking Qi Guang's pulse again, Yan Murong's brows furrowed.

His condition is different from Dong Wuxian, Dong Wuxian needs to use silver needles to stimulate the cranial nerves, while Qi Guang is because the nerves are blocked by congestion. However, due to the long delay, the blood congestion has formed a blood clot, and it is very difficult to cure it without a craniotomy.

"Can it be cured?" The little snake clasped his hands around his chest, looked at Yan Murong and asked softly.

"The cure is curable, but there is some trouble." Yan Murong pointed to the film sent by the hospital and said. "The thumb-sized blood clot pressed the nerve, and it could only be washed away by acupuncture, but it was too long, and I was not sure that I could use internal strength to break away the blood clot without hurting his brain."

"It's better to be an idiot than to be the living dead."

"You don't have to be an idiot." Yan Murong pursed his lips. "If you don't make it, his life will be gone."

"Afraid of what?" The little snake laughed. "When it comes to craniotomy, your divine doctor ancestor is the first in the world, not to mention you."

"It's not that it can't be done, it's that I haven't thought of a way for the time being Yan Murong grinned. He is not a person who is willing to admit defeat easily, no matter what aspect it is, as long as it is not completely helpless, he will not give up, and there is a momentum to break the wall even if he hits the south wall.

"I have a solution, I don't know if you dare to try." Snake suggested.

"What's the solution?" Yan Murong asked.

"There is a plant that can make a person lose all bodily functions." Little Snake said. "This is a plant that grows in Burma, there is no specific name, but this thing can make people fake their death for ten minutes - you don't dare to do anything to a living person, what if you turn him into a dead person temporarily?"

"That's a bad idea." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Even if I let him fake his death, there is no guarantee that I will not cause damage to my nerves during the treatment, in that case, when he wakes up, he will also become a fool. You didn't say that. ”

"At least take a little bit of pressure off your mind, won't you?"

"That's right." Yan Murong nodded, thought for a while, then looked at the little snake and asked. "Is this plant only found in Myanmar?"

"Not necessarily."

"Where?"

"This guest officer is really lucky." The little snake giggled, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, shook it, and said. "I just have a few prepared pills here, and I'll sell them to you today."

"Sell it to me? I don't have any money. Yan Murong said with a smile.

"It's okay." The little snake lost her eyes charmingly. "I owe it first, or pay off the debt."

"Okay, that's a happy decision." Yan Murong smiled and stretched out his hand. "Give me the medicine."

"Do you really want to?" Hearing that Yan Murong really wanted it, the little snake couldn't help but be stunned.

"I really want to." Yan Murong nodded affirmatively. "Like you said, I don't dare to attack the living, and there is no psychological burden on the dead."

"I don't understand you." The little snake muttered, poured out a black pill from the bottle, and said. "That's it, one can make him fake his death for ten minutes."

"How many more do you have?" Yan Murong asked. "I'm afraid one is not enough."

"That can't be helped." The little snake shook his head. "You can't take more of this medicine, and if your heart stops beating for too long, it's not fake your death, it's really hanging up - so you only have ten minutes. Think about whether you want to worry about it. ”

"Why not?" Yan Murong tugged at the corners of his mouth and said. "I'm a doctor, so it's okay if I haven't encountered it, but since I did, how can I see death and not save it?"

"You're noble." The little snake rolled its eyes. "Take care of a bunch of for yourself every day."

"Alright, stop complaining." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Ten minutes is ten minutes, I'll try."

After speaking, Yan Murong's expression became solemn, and the little snake who looked at it sighed on the side - this guy is only so serious when he treats diseases and saves people.

A long needle is selected from the needle box, and with a flick of the wrist, the tip of the needle suddenly trembles and makes a "buzzing" chirp. Without waiting for the silver needle to stop, it pierced directly into Qi Guang's head, and the seven-centimeter-long silver needle was almost completely submerged.

This needle is very difficult, because what he wants to prick is not the acupuncture point on his head, but directly pierce the silver needle into the blood clot that is pressing the nerve in Qi Guang's head, and then use the qi luck needle to disperse the blood clot that has been coagulated.

The silver needle is like a sensor, while transmitting Yan Murong's internal strength into the blood clot, it is also transmitting the information inside to Yan Murong's fingers.

Looking at Yan Murong's increasingly solemn expression, the little snake couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him.

This man is really conflicted at times. When he kills, he never takes human life seriously, but when it comes to saving people, he never allows himself to make mistakes, just like the old man in the mountains.

As the minutes passed, Yan Murong's forehead gradually began to sweat, and a white mist appeared above his head. The hand holding the silver needle never let go.

"Three minutes to go." The little snake reminded softly.

"Hmm." Yan Murong didn't speak anymore, but the sweat on his forehead was getting more and more.

The little snake didn't dare to remind him of the time again, so he could only silently watch the countdown of the mobile phone, and when there were still twenty seconds to go, Yan Murong's wrist shook again, and the silver needle was pulled out of Qi Guang's head.

"Okay?" The little snake looked at Yan Murong expectantly and asked.

"I don't know yet." Yan Murong shook his head, because his internal strength was overdepleted, and his cheeks became a little pale. Putting the silver needle back in the needle box, he grabbed Qi Guang's wrist and began to check his pulse, and then, the frowning brow gradually stretched.

"Alright." Yan Murong grinned and gestured a victorious cleanup.

"I called them in." The little snake hurriedly ran out, and after a while, the old man Qi's family wrapped up Dean Chen Xudong and walked in. Seeing Yan Murong with a pale face, they were all a little surprised, not knowing what had just happened inside.

"Dean Chen, go make a film for him." Yan Murong said to Chen Xudong.

"Okay, I'll go now, chief, do you want to rest?" Chen Xudong asked.

"No, I'll go with you." Yan Murong packed up the needle box and said. "To be honest, I'm not too sure, I need to see the film."

The group was led by Chen Xudong to the X-ray room, and after waiting for ten minutes, a scream of excitement and disbelief came out of the house.

"Miracle, this is a miracle, I did it without surgery."

A man in his thirties ran to Chen Xudong with an X-ray photo in his hand and an excited face. "Dean Chen, look, look, it's gone, the blood clot in the patient's head that pressed the nerve is gone, and it is well absorbed, and there is no bruising left."

PS: Damn blackout! Don't be impatient, there's another chapter that will be sent later, maybe after twelve o'clock, but it's still today.