"What did you say?" When the girl who had always been by the old man's side heard this, tears kept falling like broken threads.

"Don't be too upset. It can only be said that this is all fate. With my years of experience in medicine, your grandfather is no longer good now. Not to mention that the ambulance came, even if the first miracle doctor in Huaxia appeared now, it would not be able to save him. The middle-aged man with glasses said with regret.

It's just that the middle-aged man's words caused Mu Qing to sneer.

"You can't save him, it's just you. Don't get involved in the first miracle doctor in China. Just give me a few minutes, and I'll be sure to get this old man out of danger. ”

"What's wrong with young people now? Bragging isn't like that, either! I have been practicing medicine for 20 years, and I have never misdiagnosed a single case in my hands. You're telling me now that you're going to put this old man out of danger? Good! Then I'll give you a few minutes, and I'll see how you can get him out of danger. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to feel that he was not strong enough to say this, so he immediately reported his name.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the director of the emergency department of Tongdu County People's Hospital...... "Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, some citizens in the crowd recognized him.

"It's Dr. Zhang Qinglin, director of the emergency department of the People's Hospital."

"His medical skills are good, and he said that he couldn't be saved, so it must be no fun."

"Hey, young people nowadays are young and vigorous. What do you think you're competing with that experienced old doctor? ”

Mu Qing directly ignored everyone's pursuit of this middle-aged doctor, holding Little Master Ren in one hand, but taking out his silver needle box with the other.

The moment Zhang Qinglin saw the box of silver needles, he was also slightly surprised, and said in his heart, it turned out that the girl in front of him turned out to be a Chinese medicine scholar.

It's a pity that a Chinese medicine scholar doesn't mean that she can speak so wildly.

The moment Mu Qing opened his silver needle box, he glanced at the director of the emergency department: "Now, let you understand that only my Chinese medicine can witness the miracle." ”

"Huh! I'll see! Now I'm going to give you time to treat this old man. If you can save him, I, Zhang Qinglin, am willing to bow my head and worship you as a teacher. But what if you can't get this old man out of danger? ”

Zhang Qinglin smiled arrogantly, it was not that he looked down on Mu Qing, but this gamble, from the beginning, Mu Qing lost at the beginning.

Let's ask, an old man with a breath of air, will die as soon as her breath is released, how can she get people out of danger?

Mu Qing didn't pay attention to him anymore, the argument just now wasted a lot of time, and now she had to race against time to treat this old man.

Dark luck spiritual power, one-handed needle.

Mu Qing's series of actions came down, like flowing water.

As the saying goes, insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

After seeing those silver needles piercing the old man's various death points, the disdain on Zhang Qinglin's face gradually disappeared, and was replaced by thoughtfulness.

When the silver needle was removed, a black blood flowed from the center of the old man's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar.

I saw the old man slowly open his eyes.

"Grandpa, grandpa, are you finally awake?" The girl who had been guarding the old man cried with joy.

Mu Qing put away the silver needle and looked at Zhang Qinglin coldly: "Do you worship me as a teacher?" It's a pity that there are countless people who want to worship me as a teacher, how old are you? ”