The sound of hurried and messy footsteps quickly approached Miaoshou Hall, and soon, three or five figures appeared in a hurry, one of them was a middle-aged man with glasses holding an old man, and rushed in anxiously and quickly, while shouting loudly in his mouth, "Snow Divine Doctor!" Snow Doctor!! ”

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone in the Miaoshou Hall were cast in the direction of the door, and the middle-aged man with glasses in a suit had an anxious and pale face at the moment, and as soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the direction of Xue Ming City.

"Doctor Snow, save my father......"

The middle-aged man's voice was already trembling violently!

At this time, Xue Mingcheng had also stood up and hurriedly stepped forward.

His eyes fell on the old man held by the middle-aged man, Xue Mingcheng's face changed even more, and he hurriedly waved his hand to signal the middle-aged man to turn the old man in the direction, and his body also squatted down, and at the same time shouted, "Get me a needle!" ”

Naturally, the guys in the Miaoshou Hall didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran to get the needle.

Xue Mingcheng lowered his head and quickly probed the old man's limbs with his hands, and his eyes fell on his face solemnly.

Shortness of breath, spasms of limbs, crooked mouth and eyes, as if he was unconscious at the moment.

Xue Mingcheng could be sure almost instantaneously that this old man had suffered an acute stroke!

Moreover, with the current condition of the old man, it has reached the point where his life hangs by a thread!

At stake!

Lives can be lost at any moment!

At this moment, the middle-aged man looked at Xue Mingcheng with an anxious face, his lips trembled lightly at the same time, his hands couldn't contain his nervousness, and he clenched his fists tightly, "Snow God Doctor...... How is my father now? ”

I finally came back, and I wanted to accompany my elderly father well, but unexpectedly, when I was walking on the street with my father, my father suddenly stumbled and fainted. The middle-aged man immediately dialed the emergency number, but the distant water could not save the near fire, and seeing that his father's situation was so urgent, the middle-aged man quickly thought of Miaoshutang, which was not far from the place where his father was unconscious.

"Acute stroke!" Xue Mingcheng said in a solemn tone, "The situation is dangerous. ”

Bang Bang ......

At this time, the guys from Miaoshou Hall also quickly prepared the objects needed for acupuncture and walked up quickly.

"Beryllium needle!" Xue Mingcheng immediately shouted.

Immediately one of the men handed one of the needles over.

Xue Mingcheng's index finger and middle finger caught the silver glittering acupuncture needle, and his expression was extremely solemn at this moment.

Shout!

The needle is as fast as the wind, and the needle drops without any mud and water.

The first shot fell directly under the old man's nose!

"Fire needle warm-up!"

Xue Mingcheng drank loudly and stretched out his hand again.

"Give me the needle!"

Shoot like the wind!

A few guys next to him were holding thin fire needles to preheat on the alcohol lamp.

Everyone around subconsciously held their breath and watched this scene quietly.

No one dares to disturb, this is a matter of life.

After three stitches, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Xue Mingcheng's forehead, and a guy immediately wiped them off with a towel when he saw this.

The three needles have already consumed a lot of Xue Mingcheng's physical strength.

Yan's seven-way needle!

In such a situation in front of him, this was the only way that Xue Mingcheng could think of to rescue the old man in front of him.

The three realms of acupuncture and acupuncture: fire acupuncture, hand acupuncture, and qi acupuncture!

Fire transport needles, with the help of alcohol lamps to burn the heat brought by acupuncture needles, stimulate the patient's acupuncture points and other meridians; Hand transport needles, with the strength of the wrist, which requires great skill has consumed a lot of physical strength, Xue Mingcheng performed Yan's seven-way needle, the first three needles all use the skill of 'hand transport needle'! As for the Qi Luck Needle, as far as Xue Mingcheng knew, his teacher, Yan Lao, couldn't do it!

Acupuncture is run through the qi in the body, but the use of qi cannot be mastered by ordinary people, and even the existence of qi has already been questioned by many people!!

The realm of Xuemingcheng's 'hand acupuncture' has reached a very high level, and it can be said that it enjoys a certain status in the Chinese medicine industry! Otherwise, how could there be such arrogance!

Yan's seven-way acupuncture method!

Psychic! Blood! Tongmai!

After reaching the most difficult, Xue Mingcheng's difficulty in transporting needles became more and more difficult, beads of sweat continued to emerge on his forehead, and the old man's expression seemed to be relatively calm, but Xue Mingcheng did not slack off at all, from the beginning of the inspection of the old man's urgent situation, Xue Mingcheng was not completely sure to snatch the old man's life back from the hands of death.

The eyes of the middle-aged man standing beside him showed an extremely nervous look.

Shout! Shout!

Seven pins down!

The seven needles communicate with each other and echo each other in a state that forms a cycle of air rotation on the old man's body.

Xue Mingcheng stared at the old man's face, and saw that his face was relatively calm, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time, the old man's body suddenly spasmed again.

Syllable!

The silver needle inserted under his nose was rushed out by a sharp air flow and fell to the ground.

"Not good!!"

Xue Mingcheng's face changed drastically.

Seven needles are indispensable!

Once one of the needles drops, the seven-way effect is completely lost.

This is the worst-case scenario!

Xue Mingcheng's expression turned pale.

Although he is known as the 'little miracle doctor', he is not really a god.

The old man's condition was too serious, and at this moment, Xue Mingcheng's eyes had already risen with a sense of powerlessness, and he raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man and shook his head slightly.

Rumble!!!

In an instant, the middle-aged man felt an atomic bomb explode in his mind, rumbling over his nerves!

Hopeless?

Hopeless?

The middle-aged man's face twitched violently, his whole body trembled even more, he couldn't suppress the vibration in his heart, his sturdy body, his steps slipped, he staggered a few steps, his eyes were suddenly covered with a thick sadness, and he begged, "Doctor Xue, you must save your father!" Please! ”

For the first time, Xue Mingcheng also felt powerless, and shook his head gently, "I...... Tried my best......"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly rose to the extreme of despair......

The entire Miaoshou Hall was silent.

"It's better to ...... Let me try. ”

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.

With a slender and slightly thin body, a young and handsome face, he stepped forward.

Xiao Yang!

Whew!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiao Yang's body, including Xue Mingcheng and the middle-aged man.

Immediately, a look of incomprehension appeared on everyone's faces.

An acute stroke patient who can't help the snow god doctor, who still dares to come out and try?

What a fool! Someone sighed secretly in his heart, his eyes were full of pity, this son didn't even have a doctor's qualification certificate, and now he dared to stand up and try to treat the old man, if the old man just died when he was healed, then, I'm afraid, this kid will bear a lot of responsibility.

At this moment, even Xue Mingcheng, who had always thought that Xiao Yang had come to the door to provoke, couldn't help but have a hint of discoloration in his eyes.

"Young man, are you ......" The middle-aged man was already desperate at the moment when he announced that he could not save his father in Xue Ming City, and now he saw someone standing up, which was undoubtedly regarded as the last straw, even if he felt that there would be no more miracles, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask anxiously.

"This young man's medical skills are amazing, and he can see my child's night crying at a glance." At this time, the young woman holding the child couldn't help but speak, "This big brother, why don't you let him try?" ”

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Xiao Yang's body.

"But...... I don't have a ......," Xiao Yang thought for a moment and said, "Doctor's qualification certificate." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, half a sound, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "Little brother, you try your best!" Even if...... No, I won't hold you accountable! ”

The only lifesaver that middle-aged people don't want to miss.

At this time, Xue Mingcheng stopped talking, and his eyes fell on Xiao Yang's body......

Xiao Yang stood up at this time, which was indeed too unexpected for him, and it also made Xiao Yang's image in the eyes of Xue Mingcheng gradually transform from a purposeful provocateur to a qualified doctor.

The healer will not die without help!

Xue Mingcheng stood up, gestured to Xiao Yang with his eyes, and said lightly, "Do your best, even if there is something, this is Miaoshou Hall, and we will take the responsibility." ”

Xiao Yang glanced at Xue Mingcheng in surprise and smiled confidently.

No longer hesitating, the figure immediately squatted down, glanced at the acupuncture box next to him, frowned, raised his eyes towards Xue Mingcheng and said, "Prepare seven long needles for me!" ”

Xue Mingcheng was stunned, and immediately motioned for a guy to take the needle, and when he looked down again, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, at this time, Xiao Yang's hands were pressing the old man's limbs, and the technique didn't seem to be distinctive, but in Xue Mingcheng's eyes, it was a great mystery.

"What kind of massage is this?" Xue Mingcheng looked stunned, he could feel that the effect of this massage technique on the old man's body had an extremely significant effect, and it was not inferior to his own Yan's Seven Ways Method!

It's a battle of disparity!

Although Xue Mingcheng and the others were surprised, they didn't say a word.

The silver needle was quickly retrieved.

Xiao Yang glanced at the old man's situation at this time, his expression was still calm, this indifferent and confident temperament, compared with the image of a pervert who didn't even know 'bra' in school before, it was like two people at all! This scene also made a glimmer of hope appear in the eyes of the middle-aged man, who were already desperate.

Xiao Yang picked up a long needle, and the silver light flashed in everyone's eyes.

"Alcohol lamp ......" Xue Mingcheng was just about to ask the guy to hand over the alcohol lamp......

"No need!"

Xiao Yang smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, a cold air swept through his calm eyes, and his fingers lightly held the silver needle.

Suddenly......

Airplanes!!!

The sound of the silver needle trembling slightly was extremely harsh in the silence of the Miaoshou Hall!

One end of the long needle between Xiao Yang's fingers suddenly trembled violently!

An incredible scene!

The eyes of everyone present were stunned, staring at Xiao Yang's wrist tightly, and they found that there was no trace of movement in his wrists and fingers.

Motionless!

And the silver needle trembled violently!

It's beyond anyone's imagination.

"Could this be the ......" At this moment, Xue Mingcheng's heart shook strongly, his mind exploded, his pupils widened and he was round, his mouth was even more open and difficult to close, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his eyes, his heart beat violently, his lips trembled, and his voice was even more shocked!

"Luck Needle!!"