Under the light, in the center of the crowd, there were two old men.

A tall old man was lying on the ground in pain, his body was stiff and convulsed, his face was distorted, and a low ha sound came out of his mouth, accompanied by yellow vomit, and experienced people looked at it and called out "It's a stroke!"; The other old man was thin, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, although he looked nervous, but his movements were orderly, he lay the old man who had had a stroke flat, raised his head with a bag, slightly unbuttoned his clothes for ventilation, and tilted the patient's head to one side to prevent vomit from blocking the airway.

"Is it going to be bloodletting?"

"It should be"

"Doesn't it mean that the effect of stroke bloodletting is not very good, this..."

"You look at the posture of the old man, and you carry a gold needle with you, it is obvious that he is a doctor, and he should be quite sure"

The onlookers talked a lot, quite a bit of pointing out the country's spirit, looking at the thin old man took a deep breath, and then stabbed ten gold needles into the patient's ten fingertips in a very skillful way, when the black and red blood gushed out like beans, the patient's symptoms seemed to get better, no longer convulsions, breathing gradually stabilized, and the pain dissipated a lot, seeing this, the crowd cheered a little, a life should be saved.

The thin old man also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said around: "Everyone, let's disperse, keep the air circulating, the ambulance is almost here, leave a passage to come in, thank you!"

Hearing this, people suddenly had a good impression of this polite old man, and consciously walked out, but Jiang An in the crowd raised his eyebrows, continued to look at the tall old man lying on the cold ground, and shook his head gently.

"Ahh

The patient on the ground suddenly let out an involuntary snort, and then his body trembled violently, far more violent than just now, and what was even more strange was that the blood vessels on his neck and face rose one by one, the color was black and red, like vines wrapped around the tree, dense, as if possessed by ghosts, this terrifying scene made the crowd flee in an uproar, but immediately surrounded more curiously.

The thin old man was also confused by this sudden scene, it was obvious that it was the stroke that caused the more serious complications! The old man was at a loss, because he had never encountered such a terrible situation, but the patient on the ground was obviously getting worse and worse, his face was hideous, his mouth grew and he exhaled desperately, and his eyes were about to pop out.

The thin old man gritted his teeth, pressed the patient's shaking body with both hands, and the first aid plans flashed in his mind but he denied them one by one, let alone ask the people around him for help, because he himself was the dean of the medical school and a master of Xinglin, he had no choice, and the people around him had no way!

Could it be that the old comrades-in-arms are going to die here today?!

"I'll do it!"

A clear and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, people were stunned, and through the spread of their sight, they quickly locked onto an inch-headed young man in strange costumes, it was Jiang An who took the initiative for some reason.

Jiang An separated the crowd and walked into the circle, and he was not interested in having a debate with the old man about "whether young people can do medical skills", so he took the gold needle bag on the ground in his hand, took out a gold needle more than an inch long, and inserted it from the Baihui acupoint above the patient's head without hesitation in the frightened eyes of the thin old man!

"Don't mess around! You... Huh!"

The old man was about to stop it, but found that after the golden needle pierced into the patient's Baihui acupoint for one-third, the patient was frozen in place as if time had stood still, and his hideous expression remained unchanged.

Jiang An did not waste time, the reason why he took the risk of immobilizing the patient, just because it was convenient to apply the needle in the next step, he looked indifferent, spread the needle on the ground, and probed with both hands in a strange way, no one saw what he did, as soon as he raised his hand, there were gold needles of different lengths between his ten fingers, without waiting for the thin old man to ask, he pressed his hands on the patient, and the old man vaguely saw a remnant, and then in the blink of an eye, all the golden needles in Jiang An's hand pierced the patient's body, a total of fourteen, of which seven long needles were inserted into the patient's torso, and the other seven short gold needles were pierced on the patient's head and limbs。

"This stitch, this shape..."The old man stared at the arrangement of seven long needles on the patient's torso, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he almost couldn't remember it.

At this time, Jiang An unhurriedly took away the golden needles of the patient's Baihui acupoint, stood up, and the next moment, the fourteen golden needles on the patient's body magically trembled by themselves, although the amplitude was very small, but it was indeed trembling at a certain frequency, like resonance, and with this trembling resonance, the patient's body softened, and the surging and bulging black and red blood vessels disappeared like a tide, and soon, the patient's demeanor was peaceful, his breathing was steady, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep.

This is the legendary Golden Needle Doom!"

The thin old man slapped his thigh suddenly, cried out in a lost voice, and then looked at the young man who stepped forward with a grateful and fiery gaze, as far as he knew, the full name of this anti-heaven acupuncture method recorded in ancient books was "Big Dipper Seven Stars Crossing Doom Technique" It is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the technique of taking needles and inserting needles alone has to be practiced for three years, because this technique requires seven major and seven small fourteen different acupuncture points - Dao to prick needles at almost the same time, and it is not possible to slow down a little bit, and more importantly, according to legend, the reason why this technique can have a "cross misfortune" that can delay the suppression no matter what kind of illness occurs The effect, the key is that the vibrating resonance of the golden needle is caused by the needle applicator's use of secret techniques to consume his own qi and blood in the air, and the price of qi and blood consumption is the loss of lifespan, as short as a few months, as long as a year, in other words, the needle applicator exchanged his life for the patient's most critical minutes, can this not make the old man grateful, and this long-lost acupuncture method reappeared in the world can not make him, a person in the apricot forest, hot!

However, how could the old man have thought that Jiang An's identity and experience were far more complicated than he imagined, and this was indeed a "golden needle crossing the misfortune" Acupuncture, but it is an improved version, when Jiang An first entered the fairy world, how could he be so lucky at the beginning of the cultivation of immortals, it would be good if he didn't starve to death, in order to survive, he worked as a beggar, did a miscellaneous labor, and then apprenticed to study medicine, and mixed the rivers and lakes for nearly five years before he coincidentally entered the fairy gate to start a bumpy journey of more than 1,600 years, and the reason why his appearance was maintained at the age of twenty-four or five was because he entered the fairy world not long ago, and ate a "Zhu Yan fruit" that can make people look ageless. And the trembling resonance of the golden needle that he improved after cultivating immortals is no longer at the cost of the qi and blood consumption of the needle caster, but through the small formation formed by the golden needle itself, he automatically absorbs the aura between heaven and earth to suppress the evil qi of the disease, otherwise he is not generous enough to sacrifice his life to save a stranger, even if he has an infinite lifespan.

Tick toot, tick toot.

The belated ambulance finally appeared, and the chattering crowd reluctantly got out of the way to let the car in, and as soon as the door opened, several nurses and doctors hurriedly got out of the car, and one of the doctors immediately shouted when they saw the old man: "Dean, I'm sorry, we..."

Before he finished speaking, the thin old man waved his hand and said, "Carry the patient up first, be careful, don't touch the needle on his body!" As he spoke, he turned his head and said to Jiang An, "This little comrade, such a brilliant medical skill!

Xie may have, but more I want to see more of my ability! Jiang An, an old monster who is nearly two thousand years old, has long practiced a seven-trick exquisite heart, in this regard, he nodded and agreed, the old man was really overjoyed, pulled Jiang An into the ambulance together, and walked away.

In the car, on the road.

"Old man, my name is Yang Hanmin, I am a big one, I call you a little friend, I don't know your surname, Xiaoyou?" The thin old man saw that Jiang An didn't mean to speak, and couldn't help but take the initiative to ask, his demeanor was kind, and his tone was polite, but the nurses and doctors in the same carriage were speechless, the old dean usually interacted with dignitaries, although he was usually humble and polite, but he had a sense of pride, when did he see him so polite to a young man in his twenties?

"Jiang An, Jiang Ziya's Jiang, the shore of the other side, the people of Lincheng" Jiang An said lightly.

"Those who wish to take the bait and reach the other side, it turns out that Jiang Xiaoyou is also a native of Lincheng" Yang Hanmin smiled and asked quietly, "Just by the golden needle you just cast, I know that you will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future! Look at your clothes, you should have returned from the middle school art of the Deep Mountain Daoguan, I have met similar people, but I don't know who the teacher is? I still know a little about the medical Taoist masters in Huaxia?"

Jiang An was so happy that others took the initiative to think of an identity for him, and said with a smile: "I just returned to Lincheng, as for my master, 'Ghost Face Sacred Heart' Sun Buer, have you ever known him?"

His answer avoided the important and trivialized, and "Sun Buer" was his medical teacher in the immortal world, if Yang Hanmin knew him, he would have seen a ghost, "I know the old man Ouyang Qingchuan, the ghost face of the sacred heart?

Jiang An smiled and said nothing, and did not answer again, in front of such a great power as him who pursued the path of immortality, the mortal doctor was no more than Xiao Dao'er.

Yang Hanmin saw that Jiang An didn't speak, he was a little anxious, this young man was more stable and introverted than me, it seemed that he should not go around in circles, and asked directly: "Ahem, Xiao Jiang, I don't know where you plan to work in the future?"

Waiting for your words, Jiang An raised his eyes and replied, "I don't have any plans yet, I don't know if you can always introduce me?"

Yang Hanmin's eyes lit up, and the National Traditional Chinese Medicine Exchange Conference half a year later seemed to have an extra killer feature.

"Xiao Jiang, if you are not afraid of burying talents, I can make the decision to hire you as a visiting professor of the School of Medicine of the University of Tokyo! Oh yes, I am the dean of the School of Medicine of the University of Tokyo, and I am also the director of the Affiliated Hospital of the School of Medicine of the University of Tokyo, so you can believe what I say, as for the details, we will talk about it later, what do you think?"

Jiang An nodded, "Okay, listen to your arrangement"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and looked like he was recuperating, but in fact, he was thinking about whether there was anything missing in his decision.

The reason why he rescued people was to be an opportunity, an opportunity to integrate him into the world, because he had no identification, no place to live, and no money on him, and if he wanted to cultivate on the earth safely and smoothly, these things were indispensable, when he saw Yang Hanmin, who was saving people, a billboard of a hospital automatically appeared in his mind when he was enjoying the street scene, who made the immortal cultivators unforgettable, there was a photo of Yang Hanmin on it, and there was a line of big characters at the bottom: National Special-grade Physician, Famous Heart and Brain Disease Expert, Yang Hanmin, President of our hospital。

Yang Hanmin has a status and a medical vision, as long as he uses the mystical medical skills he learned before cultivating immortals in front of him, he will ensure that he pounces on him like a person in the martial arts who sees Jiuyang Divine Skill, in this way, he has everything, as for the fear that this person will have any malice or something, Jiang An doesn't care at all, because this is the confidence of an immortal! And although Lao Yang is very polite at this time, he will definitely investigate his identity afterwards, and Jiang An is not even more worried about this, because he is indeed an authentic Lincheng person.

A lonely and betrayed man.