It can be seen from his approach that he is a professional, he does not hesitate every time he drops a needle, and his movements are coherent and free.

Zhang Jianjun's expression was serious, and there was still half an hour of waiting time after the needle dropped.

At this time, the doctor questioned it.

"There are not many acupuncture points on the arms, most people will choose acupuncture in the brain or chest, since Mr. Ye's old problem is in the lungs, why do you have to use acupuncture on the arm?"

The doctor knew that he was a professional person, so he spoke like this, and only in this way could Mr. Ye arouse suspicion, and it was best to stop it.

"Mr. Ye is indeed in the lungs, I want Mr. Ye to see what kind of consequences this medicine has caused, how big the side effects are, presumably the doctor has already seen it?"

Zhang Jianjun explained slowly, and he looked at Mr. Ye with his spare eyes.

Since Mr. Ye is willing to do acupuncture, it means that he still retains some doubts and does not fully trust the doctor.

The doctor snorted coldly after hearing this, and hurriedly walked up to Mr. Ye and said.

"Mr. Ye, this is not a joke, if there is a wrong acupuncture point, it may cause you to have an accident, someone has been paralyzed because of acupuncture before!"

He was exaggerating when he spoke, and even Mr. Ye was a little puzzled when he saw it.

This is his personal doctor, and he used to decide to reuse it because he was a good person and steady, why is this now?

"Didn't you say it, there are no important acupuncture points on the arm, even if it's wrong, it's fine, then let him try it, this is the person introduced by Lao Yang, I can rest assured."

Mr. Ye still spoke very tactfully, and the meaning in his voice was to tell the doctor to shut up now and do what he said.

Zhang Jianjun smiled slightly, and he was still a little glad in his heart, at least Mr. Ye still kept his sanity and was willing to believe in himself, but I am afraid that it would not be the case if it were someone else.

The needles used in acupuncture are all silver needles, with different thicknesses and sizes, and this time Zhang Jianjun used a medium-sized silver needle, and no one spoke during the half-hour waiting time.

Mr. Ye became more and more sleepy because of acupuncture, and almost fell asleep, and he even felt a little dizzy and wanted to vomit.

When the time finally came, Zhang Jianjun took off a silver needle, which turned out to be black.

"Mr. Ye, what do you think is going on?"

Zhang Jianjun took off several more, if it is a coincidence that a silver needle is blackened, then how can the others be explained?

He took them all.

Mr. Ye was taken aback when he saw it, he took it in his hand and looked at it carefully several times, confirming that there was nothing on the silver needle at first, and it was all black after half an hour of acupuncture!

It's hard not to mess with ideas!

"What the hell is going on!"

Mr. Ye scolded, but the next second he frowned and spat out a mouthful of black blood, followed by a violent dizziness.

Zhang Jianjun had already expected him to feel such discomfort, so he quickly lifted him to the bed and replaced him with a relatively high pillow.

If the pillow is too low, it will cause him discomfort.

Mr. Ye instantly became weak.

At this time, the doctor had an idea, pointed at Zhang Jianjun and shouted!

"Okay, I think you did it on purpose, are you trying to frame me, I think there is something wrong with your methods, I wanted to stop you!"

Zhang Jianjun glanced at him helplessly, isn't this a thief shouting to catch a thief, he is really bold.