Chapter 133

She was so short that she could only look up at the man on her toes.

At this time, the sudden emergence of what kind of traditional Chinese medicine hand, is not even a little bit good.

He is brushing the sense of being, but it is easy to kill the patient she saved.

Seeing Yu se frown, Mo Jing Yao said, "do you want me to drive away these noisy people for you?"

"Will you?" Some of Yu se didn't expect that Mo Jingyao would take the initiative to "ask for war", so he couldn't help looking at him.

"Well."

"Good, you ask them to get out of the way, let the air flow a little, want to chase the stars, go far away, don't be here."

"Get out of the way, chase the stars to the clinic. This is the scene of the accident, not the scene of the star chase." Mo Jingyao spoke in a cold voice, but his voice seemed to have magic power. Even if the volume was not very high, he could not help but silence his voice.

Then he took a step back in unison.

It is a natural aura, people can't help but want to follow his instructions.

The retreat of the crowd just revealed Mo Mingzhen, who was surrounded in the middle.

The metaphor gave him a faint glance, which was very unpleasant.

If Mo Jingyao didn't rescue her with a voice, she would have broken her business and killed her patient.

Yes, because she gave the silver needle, she automatically and consciously regarded the man who was still lying on the ground as her own patient.

That's her own person. She needs to protect it.

If he dies, it means that the needling she has just applied is a failure.

Just when Yu se didn't want to pay attention to Mo Mingzhen any more, he suddenly came to Yu Se and said, "don't ask for my signature. My mo Mingzhen's acupuncture technique is nothing. Compared with the level of this little girl, I don't even have a point for her."

"No way. She doesn't even have a point for you. I've only heard of the master of traditional Chinese medicine, but I haven't heard of such a young girl in acupuncture. Don't be fooled by her."

"Mr. Mo, you are so modest. Why do you have to cultivate others' ambition and destroy your prestige? Anyway, my relatives all say that you are a good doctor with benevolence."

"Yes, we have only heard of you, not the little girl."

Mo Mingzhen looked at the crowd again excited, can't help but frown, "all get out of the way, don't get out of the way, the air is not in circulation here, if the injured can't wake up, I don't really have to ask you."

I didn't expect that people looked at Mo Mingzhen. Mo Mingzhen said that he actually helped him with metaphor, and his eyes were extremely respectful.

It's not like a fake at all.

The people's expression was dignified.

When they are suspicious of each other, they listen to the voice of 120 and stop.

"The ambulance is coming. Why isn't he awake?"

"Didn't the girl say that he would wake up when the ambulance came?"

"I think she's talking nonsense. I don't know where she learned the tricks of being a house keeper and bluffing everyone."

"If this man dies, she will be responsible."

"Yes, yes, responsible."

Metaphor completely ignores these people's attack, one eye eye eye bright all on the ground man's body.

At the same time, Mo Mingzhen is also like her, staring at the man lying on the ground, completely blind to the people around him.

The noise drowned out.

In the ambulance, the doctor and the nurse came down and came this way.

"Wake up, man wake up." Suddenly, Mo Ming really excited to shout a voice.

He called, the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

If it's a metaphor, only those who see the man awake with their own eyes will believe it, and no one else will believe it.

But this was not a cry of color, but a call from the legendary master of traditional Chinese medicine, Mo Mingzhen. People could not help but believe it.

One after another of the eyes at the man on the ground, he slowly opened his eyes, a face puzzled looking at the people in front of him.

That pair of open eyes, has proved everything.

He wakes up.

I really wake up.

Yu se breathed a sigh of relief, "get out of the way, go on." At the same time, he said to the man, "don't move. You put a silver needle on your head."

Although know to the man's present situation can not move, but she still reminded a, just in case.

After all, she is still a novice.

After all, it was her first shot.

"Get out of the way. Let the little girl pull out the needle. Get out of the way." Mo Mingzhen personally opened a way for her, so she went in two steps.

Then came the doctors and nurses from the ambulance, "is this the man?"

"Yes." There are people and people in it.

"Who gave the needle?"

"She." All of them pointed to the metaphor. At this moment, looking at her eyes is no longer the previous doubt, it is all respect.Because, people wake up.

People wake up to prove everything.

"Did you give the needle?" The doctor looked at the metaphor with disbelief, and at the same time found Mo Mingzhen, "isn't this Mo Lao? Is this little girl your close disciple? "

Mo Ming really wiped the sweat on his forehead, "no, no, she's not my close disciple."

Metaphorical color squats down and takes out the needle bag that has been put away again. Then, he quickly pulls out silver needles from the man's body and falls into the needle bag.

She pulled the needle faster than she put it in. It seemed that she had practiced it for more than ten years. It was not like a little girl's.

The doctor looked silly, "Mo Lao, he said that he was not your close disciple. Besides your disciple, I don't believe anyone else can do it."

After finishing the last needle, Yu se got up and said to the doctor: "his brain injury has just been recovered by me. Only the trauma is left. Bandage is OK. However, three ribs are broken and the lumbar spine is injured. Just in front of the person, he is wearing clothes. I can't use the needle. The rest of the trauma will be taken to the hospital for treatment."

With that, she was about to leave.

This toss, originally extremely tense time is even more tense, she may go into the supermarket has not been able to pick out the things to buy, will come out to go back to school.

"Girl, wait a minute, wait for me." Mo Mingzhen saw that she was going to leave, so she ran after her.

However, before he could catch up with metaphor, he was stopped by those who worshipped him before. "Mr. Mo, sign it."

"Mo Lao, can you give me a diagnosis?"

Mo Ming is really urgent, pointing to the direction of metaphor, "you want to chase the star is also chasing her, get out of the way."

However, no matter how the old man called, these people did not let go, so that he could only watch the metaphor disappear from his eyes.

There was mo Mingzhen who attracted people's attention, and the doctor firmly believed that Yu se was mo Mingzhen's close disciple, so no one really chased him out.