"I'm still thinking about my acupuncture. Last time I gave it to you, it was enough for your face. You even handed me over to these people. Do they deserve it?"

Lin Yuan laughs, full of sarcasm. The acupuncture skill he learned is the inheritance of the eight classics of a child. It has long been lost in history. If he didn't meet the one who passed it to him, it might be the peerless scene in the world.

It is also because the mystery of acupuncture is difficult to describe, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to master. Moreover, once it is widely spread and learned by those who have misdemeanor, it will always cause some bad effects, so that it is extremely difficult to inherit the art of acupuncture. Basically, every generation is passed on in a single pulse.

It has been handed down for thousands of years. It has been shaken and shaken for several times, almost breaking the incense.

Lin Yuan once promised that if he met the right person in the future, he would promote the craftsmanship handed down by his ancestors. However, except for Zhao Xinian, none of you who were present was admired by him.

Hearing Lin Yuan's reply, Zhao Xinian was not angry, but sighed with regret.

No one would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

A young doctor in the crowd finally couldn't bear it. In front of him, it was like the collapse of faith, which made him walk straight out. He looked at Zhao Xinian in front of him in disbelief, his voice trembled and asked.

"Mr. Zhao, are you sure you are right? Even if Lin Yuan performed well this time, you've met him before, but he won't let you do so. You even have to worship him as a teacher. You're a master of traditional Chinese medicine! "

"Mr. Zhao, if you say that Lin Yuan's ability to identify medicinal materials is obvious to all, I have nothing to say, but how can you respect his medical skills, and even ask him to teach the acupuncture skills of the professionals present? Is it difficult that he has such a great ability when he is young?"

Qian Youwei's face is hard to see, and he has nowhere to start.

Now I suddenly heard what Zhao Xinian just said, and immediately thought of a method.

No matter from which angle, as long as the fight against Lin Yuan is good, let this guy be shameless, be driven out on the spot, the best is to push this Lin Yuan to the opposite of all young doctors.

After so many years of struggling in the society, Qian Youwei's life is very complicated. Nowadays, so many people are elites, especially people like Mo Tian. When are they willing to bow to their peers.

Even if Zhao Xinian highly praised Lin Yuan, it would not make these people convinced. Even if Zhao Xinian's status is lofty, what then?

As long as this matter is made big, Lin Yuan can't be impetuous about it. That is, Zhao Xinian is bent on his own way and dictatorial power. As long as he pushes the flames behind him, who will be the partner of medicinal materials in the end.

Sure enough, the words have not finished, there is a young doctor can not help but continue to say.

"Yes, as you have said more than once before, the most important thing for a doctor is not genius but working experience. Only with rich experience can he avoid accidents as much as possible. How can Lin Yuan be compared with you when he is so young? Even if he wins by luck, Mo Tian is not worthy to be your master!"

Lin Yuan didn't get angry at first when he heard these words, but then these people said more and more.

"Lin Yuan still doesn't know if he can do acupuncture. Even if he can't, he can still compare with you. He needs you to learn skills from a teacher?"

"Mr. Zhao has been trying to revive the things handed down by his ancestors all these years. Maybe the lost acupuncture method that Lin Yuan got by chance is not mysterious, but after all, it is inherited by his ancestors. That's why Mr. Zhao's style is like this. It's really gaofengliang Festival!"

The more these people say, the more reasonable they feel, but they don't notice that Zhao Xinian's face is more and more embarrassed, and they are very ashamed of Lin Yuan.

At such an old age, I was shamed by these people, and even blushed.

Although Zhao Xinian was known as the master of traditional Chinese medicine in one year, especially in the aspect of soliciting, he was ranked first in China. But he once saw Lin Yuan acupuncture for others, and only a few eyes showed that there was a big gap between them.

And this acupuncture technique and its mystery, including several skills, even if he looked at it, he could not understand the mystery. This must be the top acupuncture method that has long been lost in history.

"You don't know the heaven and the earth, so you dare to talk here. Lin Yuan's acupuncture skill is far better than mine. Why do you think you are so self righteous?"

Zhao Xinian couldn't listen any more. He began to roar. As a result, who knows, Qian Youwei even began to retort at this time.

"Mr. Zhao, we all know that acupuncture and moxibustion is nothing else. Even if he really got the extremely powerful acupuncture skills by chance, he would never be able to exert them, let alone master them.

If so, I even think it is most appropriate for him to take the initiative to hand over the inheritance to you. Otherwise, would it not be buried? "

Mo day in the side is also eyes a bright, keep nodding, incredibly also shamelessly took out the silver needle with you.As a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine, even though he is not proficient in acupuncture, he still carries acupuncture tools with him.

"Even though he is young, he has won me in the identification of medicinal materials. But when it comes to how acupuncture can be compared with those of us who have been in contact with since childhood, let alone with you. Even if you appreciate him, you won't be so helpful."

This kind of words can be out of the same mind, this sounds nothing, but if you think about it carefully, it is not in the dark satirize Zhao Xinian, use their own fame to build momentum for Lin Yuan, and even remind people that the relationship between the two people is extraordinary.

Otherwise, it's not a big joke that a young man can be compared with Zhao Xinian.

But there are many people who really think so. Looking at Zhao Xinian, Lin Yuan's eyes are not right. He thinks to himself, is Lin Yuan really a relative and related to Zhao Xinian?

Lin Yuan didn't want to worry about these people, but at this moment, in the face of these questioning eyes, he gave a cold hum, and didn't see how he acted. People just felt a flash in front of them.

The silver needle that Mo Tian held in his hand, I don't know when, actually arrived at Lin Yuan's fingertip.

Then the fluorescent light flickered, and finally a very soft silver needle was stabbed into the wall by Lin Yuan!

This scene in the eyes of ordinary people is just surprised, after all, the silver needle used in acupuncture is extremely soft, it is not easy to pierce the flesh and blood.

But in the eyes of those medical professionals, it's like a bolt from the blue. It's incredible that a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the clear sky.

Zhou Jimin was the first one to exclaim, and even couldn't control it. He rushed to the side of the needle, staring at his fists and clenching them.