Chapter 1283, go crazy!

Mrs. Marry and Qian Hongliang are differently ill. Qian Hongliang is a cerebral hemorrhage, although the danger is higher, and sudden death may occur at any time. But it's much easier to treat.

And Mrs. Mary's cerebral hemorrhage is the root of the old disease, she has been sick for many years, and she has been lying in the hospital bed for more than ten years. This is a stubborn disease, and the difficulty of treatment is several times more difficult, or even more than ten times, dozens of times more difficult than that of Qian Hongliang -- or in other words, there is no possibility of a successful cure.

This is also the reason why Jackson's search for famous doctors ended in failure, and he finally thought of Qin Luo, the 'wronged man' - he thought that others could not treat it well, and Qin Luo could not treat it well.

Last time, Qin Luo treated the deputy head of their delegation in the United States, and did a live broadcast on TV - I don't know if it was the fool who agreed to his condition. I have to say that his approach is indeed very motivating, making Americans cry out for magic at the same time, but also began to develop a sense of interest and trust in traditional Chinese medicine.

This time, if Qin Luo's treatment fails, then does it also prove that the last live broadcast was actually a farce - a farce in which Qin Luo and his teammates teamed up to deceive American audiences. In that case, is it still possible for Chinese medicine to rise in the United States?

"Want the United States to give Huaxia acupuncture a legal status? It's not realistic. ”

The Americans pushed Qin Luo to a dead end, and Qin Luo also pushed himself to a dead end.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

If you want to hit, if you don't hit - if you don't hit, you have to say that you have hit.

It's about reputation, it's about honor. Only win, not lose.

This is also the reason why Cai Citizen said that Qin Luo is a 'national hero' because he has done many impossible things.

In order to ensure the success of this time, Qin Luo finally asked for 'foreign aid' in his operation.

He knows Gu Baixian quite well and knows what field he is good at. This visit to the United States specially invited Gu Baixian to accompany him, also to seek his help.

Li Ziren is working together for the first time, but Qin Luo is no stranger to his name. And I often see him publish articles in various medical journals and magazines, which is very insightful. He is a doctor who combines theory and practice.

When they first met, Li Ziren had a very bad attitude towards Qin Luo, and even said small things from time to time to provoke him to anger him. Qin Luo didn't care either. Towards truly talented people, Qin Luo's tolerance is extraordinarily broad.

This time, Qin Luo used both of them all. He also drew up a 'treatment plan' himself, and when the time was ripe and Mrs. Mary's physical condition was able to withstand the operation, he immediately carried out it.

Originally, I thought it would take a few days, because Qin Luo needed a weighty witness. The ingenious thing is that the timely appearance of Horns, the little old man who wanted to steal the teacher, was a relief for Qin Luo.

The 'water needle' in Li Ziren's hand was pumped and pulled, fast and agile. It's like a butterfly picking flowers, like a dragonfly dotting water, which looks pleasing to the eye.

Gu Baixian's movements were more rough, his two big hands kneaded on the old lady's bones, and the places he touched immediately turned red and purple, as if he had been whipped by someone. Mrs. Marry's body still trembled from time to time, also because his movements were too intense and the pain was unbearable.

This kind of 'diagnosing bones' is very physically exhausting and jīng strength, and Gu Baixian's forehead is also sweating profusely.

Qin Luo still didn't move.

He's waiting.

Waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

When the blood qi in the old lady's body is surging up, and the vitality in the middle is consolidated, he can apply needles to the brain.

The brain, the most amazing and difficult part of the human body. The slightest carelessness can lead to catastrophe.

Fortunately, Qin Luo has "Taiyi Divine Needle", which has the traction of the gas machine without making mistakes. Otherwise, he would never have dared to accept this invitation.

"Whew-" Li Ziren let out a deep breath, and then pulled the silver needle out of the sole of his foot.

As soon as his silver needle was pulled out, Gu Baixian punched the old man's ribs.

Click-

After a crisp sound, the old lady's body twitched violently.

Qin Luo moved.

The movements are extremely slow, but also extremely slow.

He held a silver needle in his hand and carefully pierced it to the top of the old lady's head.

Then he took out a second silver needle from the needle box, and a third.

When he pricked the thirty-ninth silver needle into the old lady's head, it made her look like a strange-looking hedgehog.

In the world of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture with a whole box of silver needles is a major operation, and the difficulty is comparable to that of a chef making a table full of Han. Hence the name.

Then, with the last silver needle in his hand, he pierced it with great speed.

This time, he didn't let go of the silver needle easily. Instead, he held it and closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

There is no distraction, and the realm of God naturally appears.

That magical picture appeared in front of Qin Luo's 'eyes' again, and he naturally stretched out his qi machine to touch them.

Lots of red.

The fiery red face is like a burned cloud.

This is the state of Mrs. Mary's brain, a kind of 'pseudo-color ultrasound picture'.

This is fake, maybe it is a feeling from Qin Luo.

However, Qin Luo knew that these red clouds were the result of congestion in the brain domain.

The normal brain domain should be in an ethereal state of white sè, like a white sky. The sky is dotted with small objects, people or things that you care about or have a very important place in your heart.

As Mrs. Mary said, her brain was already stained red with blood. Or rather, it was red by blood.

"How do you get rid of these bruises?"

Qin Luo was really a little difficult.

Because he dragged the qi machine to contact those red clouds, he immediately lost the trace of the qi engine. It's like a mess, but you can't find where the thread is. If you can't find the thread, how to separate and straighten out these messes?

Qin Luo was unwilling to generate a breath of qi again, and went to contact those red clouds from another direction - the same result as the previous time. As soon as those qi engines entered the sea of red sè, they disappeared again.

Two temptations, two failures, but Qin Luo couldn't find the reason for the failure.

In this way, I can't help but be a little anxious.

As soon as the mood is impatient, the realm of entering the gods disappears.

When the realm of entering the gods disappears, it is very dangerous to use the qi of "Taiyi Divine Needle" to test it.

How can you drive without 'navigation' and you don't know the road?

Qin Luo immediately pulled out the needle, and his eyes also opened.

"How?" Gu Baixian had been staring at Qin Luo's expression, and as soon as he saw him open his eyes, he couldn't help but let out a 'pop' in his heart, and his heart sank suddenly.

He had seen Qin Luoshi's needle many times, but he had never seen him come out of the 'Divine Realm' so quickly. Unless he's already solved the problem - but how can he do it in such a short time?

If it doesn't solve the problem, it proves to be very tricky. This is the last thing Gu Baixian wants to face.

"Is there any hope?" Li Ziren also asked with a serious expression. Although he was very jealous and dissatisfied with Qin Luo gaining such a great reputation at a young age, Qin Luo used his respect and ability to let him untie the knot. Now they are a group. One is prosperous, and one is lost. If Qin Luo fails, the faces of these attachés will not be good-looking. Therefore, he very much hoped that Qin Luo could succeed.

"It's fine." Qin Luo smiled, comforting these relatives and friends who were worried about him.

He sterilized the silver needle in his hand again, quickly dispensed the needle, and then closed his eyes again as before.

"What if it fails?"

"What if I can't find the source?"

"Jackson will not stop there--the US media will certainly hype it up--" --

There are thousands of thoughts, and my heart is like a mess.

No matter how hard Qin Luo tried, he couldn't find the 'Realm of Entering the Gods'.

"What should I do, what should I do?"

Qin Luo was anxious.

The more anxious I was, the more I couldn't find that feeling.

So, the fire was fueled, the qi and blood were tumbling, the evil qi was invading, the temperature of his body began to rise, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Qin Luo panicked.

It was something he had never encountered before.

Could it be that this is a precursor to going mad?