Dean Luo said that it was impossible, but his eyes were shocked to the extreme.

Incredible.

It's incredible, it's a medical miracle.

How can it be made up directly?

Obviously, according to Ye Jiaqi's situation, there are too many impurities in her body, and the reason why she can't wake up is because the cold air in her whole body is too heavy.

In this case, Chinese medicine generally uses the technique of discharge, and it is necessary to discharge all the cold qi in the body to replenish it.

To a certain extent, the person can wake up.

At this moment, Dean Luo suspected who had administered the needle to Ye Jiaqi, otherwise it would not have had such an effect.

But is that possible?

Jiaqi was transferred to the hospital at noon last night, and her condition was very serious at that time.

How long has it been since yesterday?

Even if someone quietly injected Ye Jiaqi, it would not have such an effect.

Even he didn't dare to guarantee that Ye Jiaqi would wake up after he applied the needle.

Drain the cold in the body for at least a week.

Dean Luo frowned, very puzzled.

I took the pulse of Ye Jiaqi over and over again, and I was afraid that I would make a mistake in judgment.

But after a few times, he completely believed it.

Ye Jiaqi's body does not have a little cold, and there is no need to use six yin numbers when applying needles, just use nine yang numbers.

The more he knew the truth, the more shocked Dean Luo became.

He turned his head and looked straight at Qin Wanzheng with his eyes.

Just with the few clicks that Qin Wanzheng just pointed out, just a few words made a half-hung person successfully apply the needle.

Then how can Qin Wanzheng's medical skills be clever.

Could it be that Ye Jiaqi was saved by her?

It can't be, how can it be.

Qin Wanzheng is still a yellow-haired girl, in her early twenties, she will never have such high medical skills.

He has studied for half his life and has never achieved such an achievement, a yellow-haired girl, absolutely impossible.

Does she have a master?

Yes, it must be.

This night, Mrs. is afraid that there is a very powerful master.

After all, what kind of person is a super family like the Ye family can't find, and it makes sense to find a powerful Chinese medicine master for Qin Wanzheng.

After figuring it out, Dean Luo's mood had recovered.

"Mrs. Night, can you tell the old man who your master is?"

"I'd like to visit another day."

“......”

Dean Luo's eyes were glowing when he looked at Qin Wanzheng, and he had to meet this colleague with higher medical skills than him.

Qin Wanzheng glanced at Dean Luo: "I don't have a master." ”

“......”

Seeing that Qin Wanzheng was reluctant to speak, Dean Luo's eyes that were originally full of hope dimmed.

He didn't think Qin Wanzheng was telling the truth.

However, it also expressed understanding.

Such a powerful old man of Chinese medicine is generally indifferent to fame and fortune, and even if he accepts apprentices, he does not like to publicize it.

Some are even reluctant to reveal their identities.

Dean Luo was really interested in the master behind Qin Wanzheng, but he couldn't pry Qin Wanzheng's mouth open.

I have to settle for the next best thing.

"Mrs. Night, can you tell the old man how the Lingshi did it?"

"From yesterday to now, in just one day, how can Master Ling let the cold in Miss Ye's body be drained clean, without any residue?"

“......”

In fact, Dean Luo already had an answer in his heart, and when that answer flashed through his mind, he automatically denied it.

No way.

The "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate" has been lost.

In this world, there is absolutely no one who knows the thirteen needles of the ghost door.

In ancient times, the only ancient book that taught acupuncture was in his hands, but it was already in his hands.

Many stitches are incomplete.

The thirteen stitches of this ghost gate are only the first few stitches, and the most critical stitches in the back are missing.

The few stitches he knew gave him his current status.

If someone can perform the complete "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate", it will be absolutely amazing.

He will sweep the entire Chinese medicine community and become the first person.

That's why Dean Luo guessed that Qin Wanzheng's master was an old man who was indifferent to fame and fortune.

But are there really any kind of people?

Dean Luo's heart turned a thousand times, constantly speculating.

However, at this time, Qin Wanzheng had already given him an answer.

"I used thirteen needles from the ghost gate."

“......”

Dean Luo's face, which was already wrinkled, was extremely serious.

For a moment, there was a bright light in the bottom of the eye.

"Really?"

"It's really the thirteen needles of the ghost gate? That long-lost stitch? ”

“......”

Looking at Dean Luo, who was almost crazy with excitement, Qin Wanzheng's eyes were full of disgust.

I'm afraid this Dean Luo is a fool, right?

One ghost door thirteen stitches made him so crazy, if he knew that she would be more than that, wouldn't it be even crazier.

Qin Wanzheng didn't hide all the processes from Ye Junting.

Ting Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at Dean Luo with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Even if he is a person who is old enough to be the father of a little girl, he still feels uncomfortable in his heart when he admires the little girl of his family so much.

That's a strong sense of possessiveness.

Ting Ye directly asked Yejin to drive people out.

Who knew that Dean Luo had actually thrown away the burden of the dean and shouted excitedly at the door of the ward.

"Miss Qin, I beg you, I want to see Master Ling."

"Miss Qin....."

“.....”

Dean Luo's title for Qin Wanzheng has quietly changed, from the original Mrs. Night to Miss Qin.

It was a qualitative change.

Miss Qin weighs more than Mrs. Night.

The people in the ward were coaxed away, and there was an instant silence.

Ye Junting took Qin Wanzheng directly to the inner room next to him to make up for sleep.

Now is the time for the little girl to grow her body, and she must have a good rest.

Who knows, Qin Wanzheng's sleep is two days and two nights.

In the past two days and two nights, Dean Luo was like a qualified student, asking for peace in the morning and saying goodbye in the evening, and Lei couldn't even move to appear in Jiaqi's ward.

Knowing that Qin Wanzheng was sleeping in the room, he didn't dare to disturb.

Every day, I can only squeeze into Ye Jiaqi's ward and become a male nurse who does chores.

He is simply a little old man who is crazy about Chinese medicine.

A dean didn't do anything, just lay in the ward.

Dean Luo replaced the junior apprentice who applied the needle that day, and applied the Five Thunder Yin Yang Needle to Ye Jiaqi every day using the technique of Nine Yang Numbers.

Ye Jiaqi recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The next day, Jun Ting slept enough that night, and the moment he walked out of the ward, his face instantly sank.

The undersides of the eyes are full of cold color.

"Yejin, what's going on?"

“......”

At this time, Yemu, who was thrown out of the mission by Ting Ye, has returned.

Just kidding, it's all like this, how could he not come back.

Yemu saw Ting Ye come out of the ward and greeted him.

As soon as Ting Ye spoke, he volunteered to say, "Master, isn't it an enemy attack?" ”

"Don't worry, with us, mosquitoes can't fly into the ward."

"The brothers of the Dragon and Tiger Gate are all in place."

“......”

Syllable!

Ting Ye slapped Yemu on the head: "Get away." ”