Uh, did we hear it wrong?

This beggar-looking guy says it can heal the sick's wounds?

The patient's brain injury is not just a simple external injury, but an accumulation of intracranial blood and stasis, causing the intracranial pressure to reach a limit, and the vital signs are declining at an accelerated rate, almost to the point of death if the knife is used.

With such a serious injury, he dares to say that it can be treated?

The doctors looked at Qin Tian's beggar costume, and couldn't help but be a little confused, did he have any misunderstanding about the treatment? Think curing is as easy as eating?

One of the middle-aged doctors snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's not ashamed to say that the patient's brain has suffered an external trauma, and the intracranial pressure has reached the limit, and he almost dies with the knife." Can you dare to say that this kind of serious injury can be cured? ”

As soon as his words came out, Dou Yuerong and his wife, who had just seen the dawn in the dark, and their faces were happy, their expressions dimmed again, yes! With such a serious injury, even the hospital chose to give up, what Qin Tian said can be treated, can you believe it?

What's more, Qin Tian was just a salesman before, how could he see a doctor with medical skills?

Qin Tian's eyes swept the middle-aged doctor's badge, which read, Hu Jiang, chief physician of the Department of Brain.

said lightly: "My medical skills, how can you understand?!" ”

He had already seen Yang Tiancheng's injuries just now, which looked very serious, and even made the patient close to the point of brain death.

But, for him, it was not hopeless.

On the contrary, there are countless ways to treat them.

As far as his current condition is concerned, all he needs to do is give a drop of his own essence blood.

Because he is an immortal, his essence and blood are full of majestic vitality, not to mention that it is used to treat injuries, even if it is used to cultivate immortals, it is more than enough to rub it.

It's just that his soul is damaged at this time, his cultivation is completely lost, and the weight of the Immortal Venerable is injured, and one drop of essence blood will aggravate the injury.

But he didn't care, compared to Dou Yuerong's kindness of taking care of Yaya for so long, the essence blood was insignificant.

"Huangkou child, arrogant to the extreme!" Hu Jiangqi's whole body trembled.

Qin Tian said lightly: "Is it arrogant or not, you will know when you cure it!" ”

"Okay, I'm here to see what you're capable of!" Hu Jiang smiled angrily.

"Yaya, Dad wants to treat Uncle Tiancheng, you follow Grandma Dou first, okay?"

Qin Tian smiled faintly and whispered in Yaya's ear.

Yaya blinked her lovely eyes, and opened her hands at Dou Yuerong a little impatiently, as if she had long wanted to escape from Qin Tian's arms.

On the side, Dou Yuerong had tears on her face, took the maid, and said lonely: "Qin Tian, thank you for your kindness." Forget about the cure..."

"Aunt Dou, believe me!"

Qin Tian saw Yaya's performance, his heart ached, he took a deep breath, put on a smiling face, looked at Dou Yuerong, and said confidently.

Dou Yuerong stared at Qin Tian for a moment, as if she was infected by his self-confidence, and a trace of ridiculous extravagance inexplicably rose in her heart, and thought about it, anyway, her son is already like this, let Qin Tian try it, what if there is a miracle?

Thinking of this, he nodded, hugged Yaya and stepped aside, acquiescing.

Qin Tian said lightly: "Bring the silver needle!" ”

The other doctors and nurses looked at each other, silver needles? What the hell, that thing heals?

Instead, Hu Jiang took out a needle bag from his pocket and sneered: "Please start your performance!" ”

Qin Tian took the needle bag, came to the side of the stretcher bed, spread the acupuncture bag on the convulsive Yang Tiancheng with a flick of his wrist, and took out a slender silver needle.

Staring at the top of Yang Tiancheng's brain on the stretcher bed, the silver needle in his hand quickly pierced into an acupuncture point at the back of his head at a speed that was unreachable to the naked eye, directly submerging the entire needle body, leaving only a section of the tail outside.

Release the end of the needle, take out the silver needle from the acupuncture bag, and quickly lower the needle.

In just the blink of an eye, Yang Tiancheng had already had eight needles in his brain.

"Pretending..."

Hu Jiang pursed his lips and just spit out four words.

In the next second, he suddenly saw that the silver needle in Qin Tian's hand was pressing, and a trace of black blood actually dripped down the silver needle and landed on the pillow of the stretcher bed.

This... This is...?

Hu Jiang's face changed greatly, and he quickly stepped forward to surround Yang Tiancheng's head and observe carefully, and found that as the black blood overflowed drop by drop, after falling, the patient's almost imperceptible breathing became clear little by little, and the faint convulsions gradually calmed down.

I can't help but show a shocked look, this is decompressing the patient's skull?

How the hell is this possible?

The patient's intracranial pressure is to the point of death!

Even the chief physician of my profession can only give up, and he solved it with a few silver needles?

Thinking of this, he looked up, and Qin Tian, who was focused, suddenly felt a pain in his face.

The other doctors and nurses couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, Nima, I'm dazzled!

Can silver needles still be used like this?

Isn't Chinese medicine all slow? When can I get first aid?

And the effect seems to be better than surgery?

Dou Yuerong and his wife didn't know the meaning of silver needles to lower blood pressure, but looking at the changes in the expressions of the doctors, Qin Tian's acupuncture seemed to have an effect, and the color of hope on his face was even stronger, and he was even afraid that it would affect Qin Tian's needles, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

And Yaya didn't understand it even more, so she habitually lay quietly on Dou Yuerong's body, blinking her eyes and watching Qin Tian prick Yang Tiancheng's head full of needles, which seemed to be a little funny.

Soon, Qin Tian pressed the silver needle, raised his head and said lightly: "You memorize the prescription and prescribe the medicine to the patient immediately!" ”

"You..."

Hu Jiang was almost instinctively furious, but thinking of Qin Tian's miraculous acupuncture, his face changed, and he silently took out the medical record book and pen that he always had in his pocket.

There is no way, you have to stand up when you are beaten.

Not to mention whether the person in front of him can cure the patient, he is ashamed of himself for the hand acupuncture alone.

Qin Tian pressed the needle, read the prescription again, and said, "Hurry up, bring the medicine and the decoction tool together, I want to decoct the medicine myself!" ”

Hu Jiang put away the medical record book and pen, glanced at Qin Tian with complicated eyes, and turned to leave.

The other two doctors and nurses looked at each other, didn't Director Hu always be arrogant and didn't pay attention to anyone? When did you become so obedient?

Soon, Hu Jiang led a nurse to bring a package of medicine, a pot for decocting medicine, an induction cooker and other things, and hurried over.

Qin Tian looked at the silver needle and saw that there was no black blood spilling out, so he pulled out the silver needle and put it in the needle bag.

He began to direct the nurses and boiled medicine together.

After boiling the medicine, it was poured into a bowl, but Qin Tian did not hurriedly feed Yang Tiancheng the medicine, but took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, stretched out his wrist to the bowl full of medicine, and presented a hand knife in his other hand, which quickly swiped across his wrist.

A bloody mouth flashed, overflowing a tiny drop of blood, containing majestic energy, glowing with a faint golden halo, dripping into the medicine bowl and mixing with the medicinal liquid.

Qin Tian held the medicine bowl, shook it for a moment, turned around and came to the side of the stretcher bed, helped Yang Tiancheng up with one hand, and quietly pressed it somewhere on his back.

Yang Tiancheng, who was unconscious in an instant, opened his mouth, Qin Tian took advantage of the situation to pour the liquid medicine down, and after handing the empty bowl to a nurse on the side, he gently put Yang Tiancheng on the stretcher bed.

Glancing at Yang Tiancheng's body, after the blood in the medicinal liquid entered his body, it dispersed, exuding a strong vitality, not only slowly repairing his injuries, but also nourishing his body.

Call!

Qin Tian exhaled, turned around and smiled: "Fortunately, Brother Tiancheng is good!" ”

Uh, this... That's good?