Kang Youliang's arms are unknown sources of the virus, and the only way to survive is to amputate them.

But Nie Yu emphasized again and again that he could remove the virus from Kang Youliang's arms with acupuncture, which made Zhao Desheng, who had always had a good temper, very unhappy in his heart.

So he really wanted to see the embarrassing slap scene of Nie Yu helpless.

But he didn't expect that Nie Yu really started to give Kang Youliang acupuncture.

Nie Yu was skillful, and quickly pierced eight silver needles as thin as cow's hair and of different lengths into the eight acupuncture points on Kang Youliang's arms.

After a few breaths, he quickly pulled out eight more silver needles.

Then continue to pierce the eight silver needles into the other eight acupuncture points on Kang Youliang's arms, and then pull out the needles.

He repeated this needle and needle out eight times, without stopping in between, like a magic show, and everyone was dazzled.

"Eight needles, eight acupoints, eight methods...... Oh my God, could he be using eight needles and eight phases? Zhao Desheng muttered to himself.

"Old Zhao, what are eight needles and eight phases?" The middle-aged man asked puzzled.

"Eight needles and eight phases are the original acupuncture method of the divine doctor Wang Kai during the Hongwu period...... However, this stitch method has long been lost, and I have only seen some allusions in some ancient books. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Desheng's eyes were full of doubts, and he said, "How did this young man have such a lost needle?" Is it a family heirloom? ”

"Fart, Mr. Zhao, you are definitely blind."

The woman raised her delicate chin, looked at Nie Yu who was still applying needles with disdain, and said coldly: "I investigated him, he is just a waste, he treated his mother at the beginning, entered the Jiang family, and became the son-in-law of the Jiang family." Even his current status as an intern doctor at Longteng Hospital was given to him by the Jiang family through the back door. How could this waste be lost stitches? ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Kang couple suddenly changed.

I thought that Nie Yu was from a big hidden family, but I didn't expect him to be an intern doctor who went through the back door.

You dare to treat patients as soon as you are an intern, why are you treating my son as a guinea pig, running to do clinical experiments?

The more the beautiful woman thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she angrily scolded the strong man who was the leader: "What are you doing to eat Huanghu, just watching like this? If you don't hurry up and throw him out of me, if my son has three long and two short, I will definitely not let any of you go! ”

Huang Hu and the others didn't seem to hear the beautiful woman's order, they stood in place with blank eyes as if they had been immobilized by a spell.

Seeing this scene, the beautiful woman rushed forward in a hurry, pushed Huang Hu violently, and shouted: "The old lady spends millions of dollars every year to support you, and at the critical moment I dropped the chain, are you deaf ......?"

Without waiting for the beautiful woman to finish speaking, Huang Hu suddenly turned his head and said with a frightened face: "Husband...... Madam, the young master seems to be ...... It's like dead! ”

"Dead?"

When the beautiful woman heard the bad news, her legs went limp, and she almost sat on the ground.

But soon, she rushed towards Nie Yu, grabbing and biting Nie Yu regardless of her image, "Bastard, you return my son's life!" ”

"If you don't want your son to die, be quiet for me!"

Nie Yu's eyes revealed a gaze as sharp as a dagger, and at the same time, his whole body exuded an aura like an emperor, dominating the world, and not being disobeyed.

"Boss Kang, tell your wife to be quiet, and don't disturb this young man's injection. I can't be mistaken, he does use eight needles and eight phases. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Desheng's eyes revealed a look of anticipation eager for knowledge, and he was fortunate to see the long-lost needlework, and he would never let go of this opportunity.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let him try!" ”