There was no smell of disinfectant water in the ward, and when I walked into the ward, a faint fragrance wafted into my nose. It is a spice that calms the mind.

Pointing to Luo Fatzi, who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, Qin Lao showed a trace of helplessness: "In the past two days, we have used all the methods and means, but we still can't wake him up, but judging from the vital signs, his body has completely returned to normal, the old man has been practicing medicine for so many years, and it is the first time he has seen this disease!" ”

nodded happily, stepped forward, gently pushed up Luo Fatzi's eyelids, and observed the reaction of the pupils in his eyes respectively.

Of course, this is just a trick to cover the eyes of Happy, and secretly, Happy once again used the power of the mountain god and began to check the situation in Luo Fatzi's mind.

After some investigation, he smiled happily, and was shocked to have a plan.

As early as when Wu Xiaosong said that Luo Fatzi was still asleep, Happy had already faintly speculated, and after checking it with his own eyes now, he was even more sure.

"It doesn't matter, Brother Luo just slept too hard, just get a stitch!" Said happily and lightly.

"Sleeping too hard? A stitch? The others were stunned when they heard this, and the sound was transmitted to the outside through the microphone built into the ward.

When everyone heard the word that happiness was not painful, they all showed a hint of crying and laughing, and even faintly disappointed.

A stitch? Didn't you see the salt water hanging from the Luo boy's hand? He had to get stitched several times a day, but I didn't see him wake up!

Seeing everyone's appearance, I was happy to know that they had misunderstood! They must have regarded the needle as a medical pain treatment, that is, by stimulating the patient's pain nerve aggregation area, to stimulate the patient and wake up the patient.

The only people who didn't think so were Qin Lao and Wu Xiaosong, who had seen the miracle of the Happy Silver Needle.

"Ahh It's going to get a stitch, right? Wait, haha, wait! As soon as Wu Xiaosong heard the happy words, he immediately screamed excitedly, which frightened the hearts of everyone present, they turned around one after another, but saw Wu Xiaosong groping left and right on his bloated body, and finally carefully took out a bamboo pipe more than thirty centimeters long from the inner pocket of his clothes.

When everyone saw it, they immediately cried and laughed, this kid, why didn't he put such a long bamboo pipe on his body, wasn't he afraid of stabbing himself?

"I said martial arts boy, you are screaming for a while, making such a big movement just to pull out such a bamboo pipe?" Old Man Wu was still looking forward to what this kid would come up with, but when he saw that it was a bamboo pipe, he suddenly said angrily.

"This fat boy, still so frizzy!" Some old men outside the ward also laughed and scolded, they were naturally no strangers to this fat boy of the martial arts family, and many old men who liked things on their lips were frequent visitors to Shuibo Liangshan.

was complained about by Old Man Wu so unhappily, but Wu Xiaosong smiled, with a mysterious look on his face: "Grandpa Wu, you don't know what to do!" This is no ordinary bamboo pipe! ”

"Not an ordinary bamboo pipe? Could it be that it can still grow gold? Old Man Wu glanced at him and said.

"That's not it," Wu Xiaosong grinned, "it's silver!" ”

Wu Xiaosong said as he handed the silver syringe to Xingxing: "Brother Xingxing, I've been keeping it for you for several days!" Even in the shower, I tied it firmly to my body and never left me for a moment! ”

Hearing Wu Xiaosong's words, Happy almost threw the silver syringe out of the air. Some thought that the silver syringe had been stuffed into Wu Xiaosong's fat body for two days, and they felt that the place where they were holding the bamboo tube was sticky for a while. …,

Fortunately, Happy did not have any habit of cleanliness, and after overcoming some psychological obstacles, he opened the silver syringe and pulled out a silver needle in full view of everyone.

The people who were still pondering Wu Xiaosong's sentence "It grows silver" suddenly realized that this was a silver syringe!

But then, another question came to mind, what was he doing with the silver needle?

Although everyone already has a guess in their hearts, Happy may be going to give acupuncture to the Luo family boy, but they can't be sure, because in their opinion, anyone who has mastered acupuncture and moxibustion skills that is enough to cure diseases is all some Chinese medicine experts who have been practicing medicine for many years, as for a young man like Happy who can see at a glance that he is only in his twenties, they can't believe that he can treat people with this silver needle!

"Old Qin, this ......" Old Man Wu hesitated for a moment and looked at Old Qin on the side.

Qin Lao nodded towards his old friend and said lightly, "Don't worry, you just look at it." ”

Seeing Old Qin's appearance with a bamboo in his chest, the doubts in Old Man Wu's heart couldn't stop swelling, what did this young man rely on to make Old Qin so sure? How do you trust his medical skills so much?!

The people outside the ward were even more discussed.

"Tell me, does this young man have real talent and learning? Could it be that he is really the heir of a famous Chinese medicine master? ”

"Definitely! Looking at Old Qin's expression, it is clear that he completely believes that this young man can save the Luo family's boy! ”

"Oh, you say, could that kid be a liar? I've never heard of such a number one person before? ”

"Liars? Who would dare to play treachery in front of Old Qin? Besides, didn't you see that martial arts barbarian here? An old man pointed to Wu Qingyun in the room, and said with a smile.

The "martial barbarian" that this old man said in his mouth was Wu Qingyun's nickname when he was young, in those days, Wu Qingyun's nickname was known to everyone, and his name was so loud that it even overshadowed his real name! Everyone in the world knows the martial arts barbarians, but they don't know Wu Qingyun.

It's just that since Wu Qingyun and Wu Xiaosong's mother met and got married, he seemed to be a different person, and he matured all of a sudden, which surprised countless people in Jinghua City.

"So, this young man really has real knowledge?"

"Is there any, just look at it! Look, he's got his hands dirty! ”

Everyone's eyes widened, and they came to the glass wall, watching Happy walk in front of Luo Fatzi step by step.

In front of everyone's eyes, Happy held a silver needle about thirty centimeters long, shook slightly, and before everyone could react, his arm shot out like electricity, and a silver manhood flashed, and the silver needle instantly disappeared into the eyebrows of Luo Fatman, leaving only about seven centimeters of the needle tail to shake gently on his forehead.

"Ahh Seeing this scene, both inside and outside the ward, everyone suddenly couldn't stand a low shout, and in the blink of an eye, a silver needle of more than twenty centimeters pierced directly into the brain, which must not pierce the head?

Looking at the look of amazement and worry on the faces of the ward, including those doctors, Qin Lao couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart, thinking that my dignified Chinese medical skills have been inherited for thousands of years, and now, even my own children and grandchildren have few believers, isn't it sad?!

The rise of Chinese medicine still depends on people like this kid! Looking at his calm and happy face, Qin Lao's heart was bored again, but unfortunately this kid is not here! It's infuriating!

Seeing that his son's eyebrows suddenly pierced into such a long eyebrow, even though Luo Bicheng had already practiced the ability of Mount Tai to collapse in front of him without changing his color, he still couldn't help but feel nervous, his hands were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his temples were beating slightly.

For a while, everyone's breathing could be heard in the room.

Accurately pierced the silver needle into Luo Fatzi's eyebrows, happily gathered his mind, silently used the only remaining power of the mountain god, flexed the middle finger of his right hand, took a deep breath, and then shot out like thunder.

"Bell!" I only heard a huge roar from the silver needle, its sound was so loud, so heavy, so thick, comparable to the sound of a temple bell!

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