Chapter 216

Dr. Wu couldn't understand what happened. He suddenly thought of something. He stood up straight and straightened his clothes. "Then you can cure it."

He didn't stop Jiangning, but the next moment, his face became very banter, "but Yan Linde, you have to think about it, whether you should let this man treat your father or not."

He looked around his head, and a smile of disdain came from the corner of his mouth, "acupuncture? Chinese medicine, are you sure you want this young man to give acupuncture to your father

"Mr. Jiang, if this silver needle really belongs to you, I believe you. Please help my father." Yan Linde has been completely shocked.

As like as two peas, Jin long and Fei Feng, he has been storing these two needles for several years. He even checked the origin of the silver needles online.

His discovery is that this set of silver needles has a long history. "I have checked it. It's a set of treasures pursued by countless traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. You long Xi Feng silver needles. There are tens of versions of the history of this silver needle."

Jiangning smile, "which has so many versions, is a person, has been using this set of silver needle practice to save people." Jiangning shook his head, "well, you get out of the way."

"What kind of treasure." Dr. Wu Tucao in his heart make complaints about it. Although it looks like what it looks like, he absolutely does not believe in acupuncture and moxibustion.

He stepped back two steps again and spread out his hand. "I probably understand that you dislike your father lying in a coma on the hospital bed. You want to give up your father."

"What did you say?" On hearing this, Yan Lin De turned to see Doctor Wu and said angrily.

"I'm not giving up my father. I'm saving my father. I can only believe what my father said. You long Xi Feng can create miracles. I don't know what that means."

He looked at the silver needle in Jiangning's hand. He really didn't know what it was called. But now he finally understood what you said.

It's the silver needle in Jiangning's hand. Looking at Jiangning's action, he seems to see a picture of a man in a blue shirt, with a golden dragon and a flying phoenix circling behind him.

In his hand, he was holding a silver needle as thin as hair. He suddenly remembered that it was a painting hanging in his father's study. He had seen it many times.

When Jiangning took out the silver needle, it was as if it was a magic trick. He immediately thought of the painting, and his father often looked at it and said, "You Long Xi Feng can create a miracle."

Jiangning took the silver needle and shook his head, "do you know what this comes from? You long Xi Feng needling, yin and Yang hanging life 14 needles, life seven needles, there are many more

"What you want to use on your father today is Youlong Yuanyang and feifeng coagulate Yin, harmonize Yin and Yang, and awaken your father." Jiangning said a word, he spread his hands, hands in a total of seven silver needles.

One side is feifeng, the other side is Jinlong, a total of 14 needles, so quietly lying in Jiangning's hands, he also felt, thinking of the past, can't help but explain to Yan Linde.

When Dr. Wu heard this, he hummed coldly, "Yin and yang are in harmony, and the five elements are mutually reinforcing and restraining. Do something feudal and superstitious. I think you are a liar."

He stepped back two steps again and made a please sign to Yan lindeby, "if you don't trust this man to cure your father, go ahead boldly."

"Go to a fart to reconcile Yin and Yang. Yan Linde, your father's decision to give birth to you is a failure. When you are old and sick, you will find some cheaters to kill him."

He looked awe inspiring with justice and coughed, "I know that the old man is in a coma. It's a drag on you. You've been around the old man for so many years. I always thought you were a filial son, but I didn't expect you to be the same as those people."

All the nurses who followed in shook their heads. "It's a common thing in our sanatorium. I saw a son planning to kill his old mother with a pillow before."

"It's because the old mother needs to spend a lot of money to treat her illness. This person is not willing to treat her, right? If my parents are sick, I will certainly spend all my money to treat them."

"Many people say that they will not let the elderly continue to suffer. In fact, they just don't want a tug of oil bottle. But it's the first time I've seen a swindler come to harm the elderly."

The nurses talked and didn't care. Yan Linde was standing beside the hospital bed, and Yan Linde's expression had become tangled again.

"I didn't harm my father, I was treating my father, I didn't..." finally, his voice was low, he looked at the faces of the nurses and doctors, and his heart was constantly struggling.

A balance appeared in his heart. On one hand, he believed in Jiangning, on the other hand, he didn't believe in Jiangning. Both sides were constantly shaking, just when they didn't settle down.

At this time, Jiangning had already started, "believe me." With a flick of his fingers, he lifted up Yan Linde, who was paralyzed on the ground.

And the silver needles in his hand, a total of 14 needles, had all been stuck on Yan Shaoqiu. At this time, Yan Shaoqiu gave a rare snort.

"Father, father!" Yan Linde obviously heard it, too. He knelt down on his father's bed again and cried out anxiously.

After so many years, my father didn't react to the outside world. But Jiangning just got the needle in, and my father snorted. He was sure that he didn't hear me wrong.

Dr. Wu was immediately surprised. He pointed to Jiangning as if he had seen through everything. "You made that sound just now, right? I knew that the patient had been in a coma for six years. He was defined as a vegetable and could not make any sound."

Jiangning's fingers flicked slightly on the fourteen silver needles. The silver needles vibrated, and Zhenyuan was crossed to Yan Shaoqiu by Jiangning along the silver needles.

"I'll stare at you this time, and I'll see what else you can do." Doctor Wu looked at Jiangning with disdain. The old God was holding hands and watching.

"Dr. Wu, the patient's hands are broken." A nurse screamed, covering her mouth with disbelief.

And on the bed, Yan Shaoqiu's hand slowly clenched, and then slowly released. Doctor Wu rubbed his eyes. He obviously saw the scene just now.

"Aha, I see. You stimulate the patient's muscles and make the patient's body do subconscious conditioned reflex behavior, right?" He pointed to Jiangning, as if he knew everything.