From the height of Zhang Jin's eyebrows to the back of He Qingqian's neck, but the distance of more than one meter, it took more than two minutes for the 'Huatuo needle' to complete. From the moment the tip of the needle touched the skin on the back of He Qingqian's neck, the speed of Hua Tuo's needle decreased again, from the previous move inch by inch, to the advance by inch. After a few more 'long' minutes, the three-inch needle tip was completely submerged under the skin!

After the tip of the needle was submerged under He Qing's shallow skin, Zhang Jin did not immediately let go and stand up straight, but the hand holding the handle of the needle fought violently like an electric shock, Zhang Jin's ordinary face also seemed to be tortured by electricity, a little painful, a little distorted, like the sweat of beans also quickly condensed on every cold hair and beard on his face!

It was just a few tens of seconds, and when Zhang Jin tiredly let go of the handle of the Huatuo needle and withdrew his hand, not only was his forehead and nose covered with fine beads of sweat, but his always ruddy face had also turned as pale as a vampire.

Obviously, even with Zhang Jin's demonic physique now, even if Zhang Jin is a 'grandmaster-level' doctor, this injection with the 'Huatuo Needle' will not be easy for Zhang Jin.

After almost exhausting all of Zhang Jin's mind, Zhang Jin's body shook weakly, and then he held on to the back of the chair where He's mother was sitting before and sat down.

Zhang Jin couldn't care about the fatigue of the empty building on his body, and looked at He Qingqian, who was still in a prone posture with a tired face and full of pity, and still seemed to be asleep, forcibly suppressed some excited emotions, and used it very unsteadily. Questioned in a painful tone:

"Shallow, weishenme? You've been sick for a long time, and weishenme won't tell me! With your cleverness, I don't believe that you can't look down on my medical skills from the way I heal Lele. If you don't tell me, let me cure you!

Is it to keep your distance from me? Is that how you want to keep your distance from me? Don't you want to have anything to do with me?

Or do you want to punish me and let me see you as you are now, and my heart aches? ”

The more Zhang Jin spoke, the more excited he became. To Zuihou couldn't even maintain the composure on the surface, and even had a glint of water in his eyes, and began to roar in a low voice.

Zhang Jin's excitement is not so much a question of He Qingqian, but a self-blame for himself.

He Qingqian's illness is an old disease, and according to Zhang Jin's previous careful diagnosis, he has had a medical history of at least several years. Other words. When He Qingqian returned to Shenzhen and saw Zhang Jin for the first time, he was already ill for a long time. It can even be said that it is already terminally ill.

Merely. Although Zhang Jin has the means of a grandmaster-level physician, after all, he did not rely on his own study and hard work to obtain this kind of heavenly ability! This ability fell from the sky to him, and from the moment he had a car accident, he had this ability inexplicably. Belong to the hanging garden without roots!

Therefore, as a master with the "Three Kingdoms of Martial Arts" system, as a fully experienced grandmaster who has reached the tenth level of perfection in all the skills of doctors, Zhang Jin talked about the means of diagnosis and treatment. It is also the top existence among grandmaster-level physicians.

However, in terms of subjective initiative. Compared with the real master of traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Jin is not one or two points. True Chinese medicine. It has become a habit to look at the disease, and when you don't see a person, your first reaction is how the person's body is. And Zhang Jin, a 'halfway monk' medical master, is not.

If Zhang Jin did not take the initiative to use the active skills of the four doctors, namely 'looking', 'smelling', 'asking' and 'cutting', he would not be able to see where a person's etiology and lesions are. On the premise that he has not actively used 'diagnosis', Zhang Jin is no different from a Chinese medicine practitioner!

And since Zhang Jin saw He Qingqian again half a year ago, he never dared to really stare at this woman because of the awkwardness in his heart and the extravagant hopes that he thought he should not have, because of his subconscious dodging of her. …,

Moreover, because He Qingqian is still young; Because He Qingqian's disease is completely inconspicuous when it is not the onset of the disease, it is completely like a healthy person; Because He Qingqian was always indifferent in front of Zhang Jin, smiling like a chrysanthemum, no matter his actions or expressions, there was no sadness for the seriously ill! Therefore, Zhang Jin never thought that she would have such a strange serious illness at a young age.

Therefore, Zhang Jin never had the idea of using diagnosis to take a look!

Therefore, the result was that He Qingqian was already in danger at this time, and Zhang Jin didn't know. Only under the notice of Beigong Shuoyue, he hurried over, and He Qingqian was already seriously ill, even if Zhang Jin had used all the means of a grandmaster-level divine doctor, he didn't know if he could save He Qingqian's life!

Zhang Jin is a divine doctor, and he has the highest 'grandmaster' level medical skills among mortals, that's right! But Zhang Jin is not a god, it is impossible to cure all the diseases in the world, and it is impossible to really come back to life.

If Zhang Jin could know about He Qingqian's illness three months in advance, then Zhang Jin would be at least 70% sure of curing He Qingqian.

If Zhang Jin could know about He Qingqian's illness half a year in advance, then Zhang Jin could almost guarantee that He Qingqian would be as intact as ever!

But now, the flame of He Qingqian's life has been like a candle in the wind, even if Zhang Jin spares no effort and does his best, the quality of He Qingqian's illness is only between half and half!

Therefore, Zhang Jin can't help but hold his breath, can't help but be annoyed, and can't not blame himself!

Zhang Jin's questioning did not show any dissatisfaction with He Qingqian, only strong pity. It is the torture and blame of oneself.

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The waiting time outside the ward was not long, but for He's mother, it felt like a year. If He Qingqian and Beigong Heyue hadn't guarded the ward like door gods, so that Mother He would not have been allowed to break in, Mother He would have rushed into the ward impatiently.

Mother He regretted it very much, why was she so obsessed just now, and after Zhang Jin gave an order, she obediently turned her head and came out. She was very worried about her daughter, and she used to know Zhang Jin very well, but she couldn't trust Zhang Jin's medical skills.

Although Mother He is not like He Durian, she has a deep prejudice against Zhang Jin, and even likes this young man who almost became her son-in-law. However, experts and doctors from Xiangdu Hospital, Beijing Hospital, Shanghai Hospital, and Shenzhen Hospital all said that her daughter was suffering from a terminal illness that could not be treated by contemporary medicine, and she did not believe that Zhang Jin could have a way!

But at the same time, He's mother, who has been disappointed many times in many big hospitals, is looking forward to Zhang Jin's unpredictable means, maybe he can bring his daughter back to the yang world.

Just because she still had this kind of what if-in-case thought in her heart, Mother He still maintained the bottom line of reason, and after rushing to the door several times to no avail, and was stopped by Beigong Heyue and Liu Xianxian, she did not lose her mind and cried and screamed.

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It's a long story, in fact, when Zhang Jin opened the door of Ward 609 with a pale and tired face and red eyes, the time had only passed twenty minutes!

Zhang Jin's weakness as if he was ten years old in an instant made Beigong Shuoyue, who was a dead friend, a little sour. Let Liu Xianxian, who already has some emotions for Zhang Jin in her heart that she doesn't understand, the softest place in her heart is deeply touched. It also makes Beigong Heyue, who has a secret promise to Zhang Jin, feel uncomfortable with heartache, and he can't wait to replace him.

In their opinion, they have always been omnipotent, even if they are trapped in a snowstorm and their safety is unpredictable, they are still calm and light-hearted, how can they ever be so decadent and tired now.

So, the heartbroken Beigong Heyue hurriedly stepped forward, and after glancing at Zhang Jin deeply with concern, he asked tentatively: ...,

"You...... You okay? Well, how is Sister He? ”

Originally, when Zhang Jin first came out, he planned to rush into the ward to see her daughter's mother, but after hearing Beigong Heyue's words, she also paused, staring at Zhang Jin's mouth with a pair of teary eyes with hope.

"For the time being, she's fine! Don't worry, I'll get her back! ”

When Zhang Jin said this, his tone was not as subdued as when the red soldier took the oath, but everyone heard the sonorous taste and Zhang Jin's strong determination!

Although even in the past 20 minutes or so, Liu Xianxian and the Beigong siblings have instilled the concept of 'Zhang Jin is a great miracle doctor', but He's mother, who thinks she knows Zhang Jin well, is still hesitant and unconvinced. However, when Zhang Jin said it, she still ignited a spark of hope in her heart.

Because Mother He is 'willing' to believe the resoluteness in Zhang Jin's words, and because Mother He, who is unwilling to lose her daughter, is 'willing' to believe all the words that say 'her daughter will haode', even if she knows that it is a lie, she is willing to persuade herself to 'deceive herself' to believe!

Mother He really can't bear the blow of losing her daughter! She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she lost her daughter!

When the group returned to the ward again, when He's mother looked at her daughter who was lying prone on the bed and covered with pintails, she still couldn't help covering her mouth and sobbing secretly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jin took He's mother's hand and comforted:

"Aunt Wen, don't worry, it's going to be fine!"

Zhang Jin's words are to comfort He's mother, but why not strengthen his mind?

When Liu Xianxian and Beigong Heyue used their female identities to finally persuade Mother He, who barely stopped choking, Beigong Shuoyue handed Zhang Jin an iron-shelled notebook:

"Lao Jin, do you want to take a look? This is the medical record I got from the attending physician when you helped Qingqian treat the disease just now! The doctor's orders and examination records of XX Hospital in Beijing and XX Hospital in Shanghai are all in it. ”

His eyes still fell on He Qingqian, and Zhang Jin, who refused to leave for a moment, shook his head lightly and said:

"No need! These quack stuff isn't of any use to me. I only trust my eyes, I only trust my judgment! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )