"Stomp your feet three times!" Qin Yi said.

Bian Zhonghua glared at him, stomped three times, and vented all his grievances on the soles of his feet.

"Are you numb?" Qin Yi asked again.

"Poof, are you asking Bian Lao to act in a sketch?" Tang Xiaoyue laughed out loud.

Bian Zhonghua also felt that it hurt his dignity, and said unhappily: "Boy, are you playing with the old man?" ”

"I ask you if you're numb?" Qin Yi frowned and asked.

"No numbness!" Bian Zhonghua said.

"Don't you think it's weird? Stomping your feet so hard, if it is normal, it will be numb early. Qin Yi said.

Bian Zhonghua thought about it carefully, it was such a reason, he just stomped his feet hard, but at this moment, there was no reaction under his feet, and he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

"You are dying of the end of your own life, and you don't know how to save yourself, but you are here in vain to claim to be a miracle doctor, take off your shoes, take a closer look, and you will know that what I said is true or false." Qin Yi parted the bridge of his nose and said proudly.

Bian Zhonghua was shocked, and at this time, he didn't care about the face of the miracle doctor, so he immediately took off the soles of his shoes and took a look, only to see that there were countless black cracks on the entire soles of his feet, like spider webs, which made people's scalp numb for a while.

"Brother Bian, what's going on?" Tang Shanhe couldn't sit still anymore and asked in surprise.

Bian Zhonghua's originally ruddy and smooth old face suddenly turned as white as death, his lips trembled, and he muttered, "It's Gu poison!" ”

Not long ago, in a village in Qianxi, a plague broke out, and the people of the whole village suddenly fell ill, and the local medical institutions were helpless in the face of the plague.

The number one person above personally appointed Bian Zhonghua to lead the team to Qianxi to investigate the plague incident.

However, when Bian Zhonghua arrived at Miao Village with the most elite medical team in the capital, he found that the patients in the village were covered with black lines, like cracked fields, their skin was cracked, their blood was bleeding profusely, and they were almost dried up when they died.

After careful study in combination with modern medical technology, Bian Zhonghua's medical team unanimously concluded that the plague was likely to be related to the Gu poison in Miao Jiang. But alas, they used the best serum in the world, the most precious ancient home remedies, and they couldn't treat it.

Since then, the news about Miao Village has become confidential, and the investigation has been closed.

But Bian Zhonghua will never forget those injured who were poisoned in their bodies and wailed day and night waiting for death, and this time they went down to the south of the Yangtze River to treat Tangshan River, one is for the sake of old friends, and the other purpose is also to distract themselves.

I never thought that I was already poisoned by Gu in my body but I didn't know it!

"Gu Poison!" Tang Shanhe slammed his butt on the chair and let out a startled sound. He is an old man, and he knows that in the 100,000 mountains of Miaojiang, there are indeed strange people who raise Gu people, killing people invisibly, making people unguardable.

"The longer this Gu poison is incubated, the more violent it will be, and when the time comes, it will tear you inch by inch, making you feel like you are in pain and bleeding to death." Qin Yi said.

"Mr. is really a peerless master, but the old man Meng Lang, I still hope to have a lot of Haihan, can there be a solution to this poison?" Bian Zhonghua stood on the ground barefoot, changed his contempt, and bowed respectfully.

"The bloodthirsty Gu of the Black Witch Sect is nothing to worry about." Qin Yi smiled disdainfully.

When he traveled through the Hell, he had slain a Saint Venerable of the Dark Witch Sect in the third layer of Hell, and with his immortal body, the supreme divine power broke through his nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ancient Gu techniques, such inferior Gu could be broken with a snap of his fingers.

Bian Zhonghua was overjoyed, and he didn't care about the identity of the miracle doctor, so he asked again: "Mr. is above, please solve this poison for me, from now on, my Bian family must be Mr. as a guest, and the old man should also be a teacher!" ”

He didn't want to flatter Qin Yi for his life, the top medical team in the country couldn't overcome the Gu poison at the beginning, if Qin Yi could break it, it would undoubtedly be a big event that caused a sensation in the Chinese medical community, enough to be proud of the entire Xinglin.

"You old man, just a frog at the bottom of the well, how do you know that in this vast world, there are many medical Taos that are hundreds of times stronger than your four great divine doctor families." Qin Yi taught Bian Zhonghua a lesson with a serious face.

"Sir is taught!" Bian Zhonghua humbly accepted the way.

Although Qin Yi is young, he is a real saint of the world, if he can get his guidance, he will definitely benefit immensely, and his attainments in medicine can completely stabilize the other three major miracle doctors.

"If you have some merits, I will save you." Qin Yi flicked his fingers, and a wisp of true qi pierced Bian Zhonghua's leg.

Dealing with a low-level Gu worm like a bloodthirsty Gu, a trace of true qi is enough to wipe it out.

Bian Zhonghua suddenly felt that his whole leg was like a fire, the pain was unbearable, the fire was like a knife in the center of his foot, and finally suddenly rushed straight to the throat, and he only felt an itch in his throat, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of thick black blood clots.

Among the blood clots was a soft-shelled worm the size of a fingernail, which had long since froze, but even so, it surprised everyone.

"That's right, if it's really a bloodthirsty Gu, Mr. can turn into a Gu with a snap of his fingers, even if it's an immortal, please accept Zhonghua's worship." Bian Zhonghua was grateful, stomped his feet twice, and with a sense of numbness, he knew that he had escaped death, and he respected Qin Yi even more like a god.

Tang Shanhe and Tang Xiaoyue were both overjoyed, they were still a little suspicious of Qin Yi before, but now even Bian Zhonghua respectfully took him as a teacher, and he wanted to come to treat his illness.

Qin Yi waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, you old man talks a lot of nonsense, stay and go." Donald, you stand in the hall. ”

Bian Zhonghua stood aside respectfully, put on his shoes, and stood with his hands tied, he also wanted to see how Qin Yi could cure Tangshanhe's terminal illness.

Human bone marrow disease, even if the general medicinal power can be reached, it is difficult to cure the root cause, which is also the basis for his belief that no matter decoction or acupuncture, even the top modern medical technology, can not cure Tangshanhe.

Tang Shanhe took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and walked to the middle of the hall, waiting for Qin Yi's instructions.

Qin Yi took out a row of needles from his pocket, and the needles were two-inch-long big-headed embroidery needles.

Bian Zhonghua on the side was dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking, "Sir, you don't want to use an embroidery needle to prick the acupoint." ”

Qin Yi let out an "um" sound.

"W-how is this possible?" Bian Zhonghua scratched his white hair and let out a shocked voice.

His friend Hua Shiqing, the divine doctor of the Hua family, is an expert in acupuncture, and he treats diseases with Tai Chi Jiuyang needle in one hand, which is omnipotent. But the needle used by Hua Shiqing, but the Jiuyang needle deliberately created from Qingcheng Mountain, according to common sense, the more acupuncture masters, the more particular about acupuncture, Qin Yi did it, completely subverted his medical common sense.

"Hmph, how do you know the real needle, not in the needle, but in the person who makes the needle. For a quack doctor, even if he gives him the best needle in the world, he can't cure the disease. On the contrary, in my hands, a small embroidery needle has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. Qin Yi sneered proudly.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is a kind of acupuncture, which can cure diseases and save people, and can also kill people and break souls, as his cultivation increases, it doesn't matter what needles he uses.

If it weren't for the cheap embroidery needles, he would have planned to use the pine needles directly.

Whoosh!

Qin Yi's true qi ran through the needle, and his fingers flew away, but he saw that the embroidery needles seemed to have eyes, and they were accurately nailed to the key points around Donald's body, a full eighty-one needles, fixed eighty-one major points, all of them were half a cent into the flesh, not a millimeter.

Tang Shanhe sighed with emotion in his heart, he could be regarded as a real master. He originally thought that Qin Yi was young, and even if his cultivation was high, he would only be in the middle stage of internal refining at most.

But this flying needle pierced the blood with one hand, and no matter how high or low his cultivation was, it was enough for him to practice for a lifetime. He is also a master of secret weapons, but if he wants to fix the acupoint so comfortably, it is absolutely impossible.

What surprised him even more was that the bursts of fiery breath from the tip of the needle, like a torrent of breaking embankments, surging on the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the arms and cervical vertebrae, which were originally wet and numb, also became brisk.

After a long time, Tangshanhe only felt warm and melting, the blood veins all over his body were smooth, and the bone pain was gone, so he was not refreshed.

What surprised him even more was that the internal force of the dantian seemed to have become more refined, and there was a faint trend of landslides and tsunamis.

Don't?

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