"This, this is, Yun Hand Tuina, the legendary Taoist medical technique!"

After just one glance, the old dean's eyes widened, looking at Lin Fan's hands in the ward that were steaming white in the hot water, his eyes full of disbelief.

The voice of the old dean Sima was not small, and this exclamation immediately attracted the surrounding doctors, who came over again to see what was going on through the doors and windows.

"Dean Sima, is there anything special about this cloud hand massage?"

A doctor asked boldly, wondering what could make this celestial figure in the Chinese medicine world of Tianhai City so out of shape.

"Hmph, something special."

Sima Zhi squinted his eyes and looked at him with a slight disgust, "This cloud hand, originally a Taoist kung fu, was later improved by the old doctors, and became a healing technique that pushes the palace and invigorates blood and dredges the meridians, I originally thought that this technique had been lost, but I didn't expect to see it in this kid, it's really lucky." ”

Sima Zhi turned his head again, leaned on the door panel again, staring at Lin Fan with a look of love on his face, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

…… Everything that happened outside the door had nothing to do with Lin Fan, at this time, he was putting his hands in the basin of water, and wisps of white gas were overflowing from the water.

"You, are you alright?"

Zhao Yumo found that Lin Fan's expression was a little painful, and his brows were tightly locked, as if he was trying to endure something.

"No... Affair. ”

Lin Fanqiang gritted his teeth and said, in fact, his hands were filled with Tianyang True Qi in his body, producing one hot sensation after another, which made him want to cry out loud for pain several times, but finally endured it.

"This cloud hand massage method is really not so easy to use."

He endured the pain in his heart, took his hand out of the basin, and pushed Chen Dawei inch by inch from his abdomen to stimulate the loosening of the congestion in the other party's body.

Thirty minutes later.

Lin Fan stood in front of the hospital bed a little out of strength, his face was a little pale because of the excessive consumption of true qi in his body, but he still firmly took out the burlap bag and picked out a slender silver needle from it.

"I'm going to prick his skin with a silver needle to drain the bruises, you'd better wipe him."

Lin Fan reminded softly, and Zhao Yumo immediately walked up and took out a special hemostatic gauze to pad around the patient's abdomen.

"Do you want to take a rest first, your face..."

Zhao Yumo said a little reluctantly, she knew that doctors had almost no rest time in the process of treating patients, but Lin Fan's face was a little frightened, so she made an exception and asked.

"It's okay, I'll hold on."

Lin Fan raised his head and showed a confident smile, and continued: "I just shook all the blood in his body with true qi, if I didn't immediately apply needles to drain some of it, with his physical condition, it would be impossible to purify so much blood by himself." ”

"Then I'll wipe your sweat."

Zhao Yumo knew that no matter what he said, Lin Fan would not put down the silver needle to rest, so he simply picked up a few pieces of gauze and helped Lin Fan wipe off a few drops of sweat on his forehead that were about to fall into his eyes.

"I'm going to get a needle."

Enjoying the perfect woman's sweat wiping service, Lin Fan only felt a fragrant breeze blowing beside him, and his spirit instantly lifted a lot, adjusted his breathing, and stabbed the silver needle towards the left side of Chen Dawei's abdomen.

The silver needle was pierced and withdrawn, and a few drops of blood flowed out, but the blood was dark brown, and some of them had even become viscous and coagulated.

Lin Fan was immediately relieved when he saw the blood flowing out, which showed that his efforts were not in vain, and he successfully forced all the blood in Chen Dawei's body to one place.

Replaced with a slightly thicker silver needle, Lin Fan stabbed it again along the eye of the needle just now, and after pulling it out, the speed of blood flowing out became faster, and Zhao Yumo kept wiping the oozing blood with gauze.

The two of them were busy for another hour before they stopped, and they were so tired that they slumped on the chairs in the ward.

"There is still a lot of bruise in his body, and the two injections I gave can only delay his internal bleeding, and whether he can survive it after that depends on himself."

Lin Fan said tiredly, in order to save Chen Dawei, he can be regarded as desperate.

"Well, I'll stay in the hospital for the next few days to observe his condition."

Zhao Yumo buried his head and said, and then paused, "Thank you this time, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid the first patient I took over would have had an accident." ”

"Treating diseases and saving lives is what we should do as medical students, and we don't need to talk about thanks."

Lin Fan packed up his tools, carefully wiped the silver needle like a baby, and then put it back into the burlap bag, carefully wrapped it, and put it back in the backpack.

"Do you carry these things with you?"

Zhao Yumo saw that he had been cleaning up there for a long time, and he was a little curious in his heart, and at this time, seeing that he was about to leave after packing up, he asked.

"Since I was very young, my master taught me that my skills are not separated from people, and needles are not separated from my body, so I usually take these things with me when I go out, and they are just a few silver needles, and they are not heavy."

Lin Fan said with a smile.

"If it's okay, I'll go back first, I'm really tired from such a toss just now."

Lin Fan stretched out relaxedly, as for the care of the patient after treatment, it was not his turn to do it, but as soon as he walked out of the room, he was quickly surrounded by people.

"How is it, how is Chen Dawei's condition!"

Liu Baiyu pushed aside everyone, squeezed in front of him, and asked anxiously, if Lin Fan was not cured, then he would be finished.

"There shouldn't be any problem, but whether he can wake up in the end depends on whether his will is tenacious enough."

When Liu Baiyu heard Lin Fan say this, the stone in her heart fell to the ground, and then she turned her eyes to the old dean Sima behind her.

"Eh, Xiaofan, our old dean has something I want to talk to you about alone, see if you have time."

"Old Dean?"

Lin Fan frowned, he had never heard of this person before.

"Oh, it's a fart, the old man is here, just follow me."

Before Lin Fan could reply, Sima Zhi, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed up directly, took Lin Fan's hand and walked to the office.

"This...?"

Lin Fan was also confused for a while, but fortunately, Liu Baiyu had long been accustomed to Dean Sima's style of acting, and waved at him, signaling him to follow.

"Director Liu, when was the last time Dean Sima was so happy?"

One person leaned over to Liu Baiyu and asked in a whisper, because of some past events, Dean Sima hadn't been so excited for a long time as he was today.