Airplanes......

The silver needle trembled violently, Xue Mingcheng's heart was completely shocked, his eyes were split, and he looked at this scene sluggishly, and the words 'Qi Luck Needle' blurted out.

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

Xue Mingcheng never dreamed that the legendary 'Qi Luck Needle' would appear in front of him alive at this moment, and it was also from the hands of a young man!

Incredible!

At the same time, Xue Mingcheng remembered that he had actually prevented this person's needle from coming out before, and he was ready to use his Yan Clan's Seven Ways Method to scare the young man fiercely, and his face was red in an instant, and his face was hot for a while, even if there was no such sudden accident, today's competition, at the end of the day, was definitely a slap in the face to himself!

However, even if it is a slap in the face, he can see the 'luck needle' that can almost be said to be extinct, Xue Mingcheng feels that even if his face is slapped today, it is worth it!

People who are not insiders can't imagine what kind of turbulent waves are set off in their hearts when an acupuncture doctor sees the 'Qi Luck Needle', just like an apprentice who is a beginner in martial arts sees his master, and has no thoughts except admiration.

When Xue Mingcheng was dumbfounded, the middle-aged man on the side couldn't help but hurriedly ask him, "Snow God Doctor...... It's ......"

Xue Mingcheng exhaled deeply, his eyes still firmly fixed on the trembling silver needles on Xiao Yang's fingertips, and said slowly, "This young man's medical skills are definitely not below me, maybe ...... He is able to perform the effect of returning to heaven. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly shook, his fists clenched a little again, and his eyes also fell.

Xiao Yang's expression was extremely calm, his eyes were like a mirror, and the silver light rippled in his eyes.

Moment.

Shout!!

The long needle went straight down to an acupuncture point on the old man's body at an extremely strange speed.

"Ah......h

Xue Mingcheng almost exclaimed, his eyes filled with intense horror.

Xiao Yang's needle pierced one of the old man's death holes!

"A stab at the ghost gate!"

Xiao Yang's voice resounded indifferently, and at the same time, he quickly took out a silver needle again.

Airplanes......

Same fluttering!

A stab at the door of the ghost!

Xue Mingcheng's mind had already set off an uproar at this moment, and his voice trembled and whispered to himself.

"The weirdest of the nine divine needles, the ghost doctor seven knocks!"

"Is it really one of the nine divine needles that have been lost, the ghost doctor's seven percussions?"

Xue Mingcheng's mind was already blank.

Unexpectedly, in addition to seeing the stunt of the 'Qi Luck Needle' today, I also saw the ghost doctor Seven Knocks that only appeared in ancient medical books!

"Two thorns Huangquan Road!"

Xiao Yang's hand was like the wind, and his technique was extremely skillful, one hand pressed the old man's chest, and the silver needle swept out a sharp light.

Shout!

Straight to death!

The ghost doctor's seven percussions, a magical and weird acupuncture stunt, the acupuncture needles fall into the seven dead points of the human body, and the strength and skills must be extremely exquisite, otherwise, the patient may die directly under the silver needle.

"Three Thorns Nai He Bridge!"

Xiao Yang's eyes became calmer and calmer, and his shots became more and more calm.

"The Four Thorns Hades Palace!"

The legendary ghost doctor Seven Thorns appeared in front of his eyes, and Xue Mingcheng's eyes were already wide enough to expand a little, and he didn't want to miss any moment.

When the four stitches fell, Xiao Yang did not move again, but massaged the old man's limbs and the top of his head with both hands with special techniques.

Moment......

"Ahem......"

With two old coughing sounds, Xiao Yang's right hand waved violently, and in an instant, the four silver needles had returned to his fingers.

Looking down, Xiao Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and smiled slightly.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."

Stunned!

Everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing!

An elderly man who had suffered an acute stroke, when the death sentence was pronounced by the snow doctor, a young man came out and administered an unbelievable needle.

With just four stitches, the old man was pulled back from the ghost gate.

Miraculous acupuncture!

At this moment, the people present really realized that this seemingly inconspicuous acupuncture needle, a treasure that has been passed down by the Yanhuang people for thousands of years, does have unimaginable magical effects.

This is probably the fastest person to wake up from an acute stroke that everyone has ever seen.

"Dad......"

Seeing the old man's cloudy eyes gradually open, the middle-aged man was suddenly surprised, hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down and carefully helped the old man up, "Dad, how are you feeling now?" ”

The old man had just woken up, his expression seemed to be a little dazed, and he gradually came back to his senses, "Zhenrong, where is this?" How did I end up here? ”

The middle-aged man saw that the old man had returned to normal, and at the same time he was surprised and even more excited with tears, "This is Miaoshou Hall, it's good that you don't have anything to do!" It's good that there's nothing wrong with it! ”

Just now, when Xue Mingcheng was helpless about the old man's acute illness, the middle-aged man was already completely desperate, and now seeing that Xiao Yang successfully rescued the old man, this feeling of loss and recovery made the seven-foot man cry directly, and after a while, the middle-aged man gradually recovered, looking at Xiao Yang with a grateful expression, "Little brother, the old father's life-saving grace, Xie Zhenrong is unforgettable!" ”

"Xie Zhenrong?" At this time, many people present looked at each other, feeling that the name was extremely familiar, and when it was half loud, a sudden voice sounded.

"It turned out to be the general manager of the Dance Wind Pavilion, Mr. Xie Zhenrong."

When the words fell, many people present were amazed, and their eyes suddenly became respectful and awe-inspiring!

Dancing Style?

Xiao Yang didn't have the slightest concept of the three words, he just laughed softly when he heard the words, "It is the duty of a doctor to save lives and help the wounded. ”

Facing Xiao Yang's indifferent look, and not having any pride in his achievements because of saving someone's life, Xie Zhenrong had a good feeling in addition to the rich Xie Surprise in his heart, took out a stack of checks from his pocket, tore off one, took out a pen, and drew a string of numbers on it, and then handed the check to Xiao Yang with gratitude, "Little brother, little meaning, please smile." ”

Xiao Yang glanced at the check handed over by Xie Zhenrong, his eyes showed a little doubt, but he was not polite, he directly took the check and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it.

This scene made Xie Zhenrong's eyes show an extremely appreciative look.

This is the quality of the real Gao Feng Liang Festival!

I don't even look at the amount of the check I write.

Treat money like dung.

There aren't many young people who can do that.

Xie Zhenrong's affection for Xiao Yang soared like a rocket.

As everyone knows, the champion in front of him is secretly despising himself depressedly, although it is the duty of a doctor to save the life and help the wounded, but at least he has to give a little gratuity, Xiao Yang doesn't know how much silver taels he needs to buy a set of acupuncture silver needles, and he was still counting on the well-dressed man in front of him......

That's it!

Xiao Zhuangyuanlang shook his head lightly.

At this time, Xie Zhenrong put his hand into his pocket again, Xiao Yang's eyes couldn't help but light up, but then he was disappointed again, all Xie Zhenrong took out was a card.

"Little brother, this is my business card." When Xie Zhenrong took out his business card, many people present showed envy in their eyes.

Xie Zhenrong's business card also represents the five-star VIP card of the Dance Wind Pavilion!

Very precious!

Xiao Yang was even more sad and angry in his heart, this is to give money and cards, don't you know that Lu Dao will give some silver?

"By the way, little brother, what do you call it?"

Xiao Yang exhaled and calmed his mood, "Xiao Yang! Xiao Jian's Xiao, masculine yang. ”

Xie Zhenrong wanted to speak and stopped, he gave his business card, and then asked Xiao Yang what he was called, naturally he wanted to know Xiao Yang's identity, but seeing that Xiao Yang did not continue to speak, Xie Zhenrong did not continue to ask.

"Although Ling Zun's condition is under control, in order to fully recover, he still needs to be treated with some medicines." Xiao Yang thought for a while, and said towards Xue Mingcheng, "Doctor Xue, I'll dictate, please write down the prescription." ”

Although Xiao Yang can barely recognize modern characters, and after a few days of adaptation, Xiao Yang has a certain grasp of modern simplified characters, but he still can't get used to writing, so he simply asked Xue Mingcheng to help.

"No problem!" Xue Mingcheng immediately nodded excitedly, and quickly brought a pen and paper

Xiao Yang's superb medical skills had already convinced Xue Mingcheng, and he naturally understood that the prescription Xiao Yang prescribed must be very precious!

This is an opportunity to learn from yourself.

Xiao Yang groaned for a while, then spoke softly, and explained the various drugs and their amounts in detail, and after that, he asked, "Have you written them all down?" ”

Xue Mingcheng nodded hurriedly, handed the written prescription to Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang took it and glanced at it a few times, and handed it to Xue Mingcheng after making sure that it was correct, "Your store should have these medicinal materials." ”

Xue Mingcheng nodded again, and at the same time went to grab the medicine himself.

After a while, Xie Zhenrong took the old man's medicine, expressed his gratitude again, and left Miaoshou Hall in Xiao Yang's eyes.

Xiao Yang wanted the silver taels, but he never got them.

Xiao Yang's heart was lost for a while!

Halfway through, a slightly timid voice sounded, "Doctor Xiao, may I ask...... Can you help my child with acupuncture now? It was the young woman from before who spoke.

Hearing this, Xiao Yang glanced at Xue Mingcheng, and Xue Mingcheng immediately said in a deep voice, with a hint of respect in his eyes, "Brother Xiao, I also hope to be able to open my eyes again and see your superb medical skills." ”

The strong are respected, no matter what field it is, it's the same.

Xiao Yang did not hesitate, directly took out the long needle, and walked in front of the young woman.

To treat children's night crying syndrome, Xiao Yang does not need to use the ghost doctor's seven percussions, after a simple needle, he prescribed a prescription, and with the young woman's thousand thanks, Xiao Yang came to Xue Mingcheng again, "Doctor Xue, the purpose of my visit to your store today ......"

Hearing this, Xue Mingcheng immediately nodded sincerely, "Brother Xiao, the three major shortcomings you pointed out, Mingcheng will definitely reflect on them!" ”

"Uh......" Xiao Yang paused, looking quite embarrassed, he had lost this person to worthlessness before, but now the other party turned back to express his gratitude! Halfway, Xiao Yang touched his nose lightly, "Doctor Xue, I just want to buy a box of acupuncture silver needles." ”