Chapter 26

"Give way! Give way!"

Luo Gang reached out and pulled away the human wall outside the rescue room.

"There is a doctor who can save lives. Please excuse me!"

As soon as the crowd heard that there was a doctor who could save lives, they quickly divided into two ways.

"Eh? Which doctor?"

"I didn't see it."

"I didn't go upstairs. Let's see director Luo with his assistant."

The crowd looked around for the so-called doctor.

It was not until Luo Gang took Ye Mo into the rescue room that everyone reacted.

"Is that the young man?"

"My God!"

"No, the expert hasn't arrived yet?"

People didn't react until Luo Gang took yemer into the rescue room.

Rescue room.

A group of doctors are trying to find a way to maintain Zhao Zhengyang's life.

However, Zhao Zhengyang was still not out of danger due to the heavy blow on his head and intracranial high pressure.

"Give way, give way!"

Luo Gang takes Yemo to the operating table.

Ye Mo reaches out and holds Zhao Zhengyang's wrist.

"Luo Gang, what are you doing?"

"Who is this?"

"Who let you in?"

"It's you! That boy last time!"

The doctors were surprised at the two uninvited guests, but several experts had sharp eyes and acquiesced to Ye.

"Director Lin was cured by this boy last time!"

The expert who recognized Yemo was surprised.

"It's him!"

After the doctor reminded, the experts in the field remembered.

The situation last time has strange things in common with this time.

The first-class experts in Dongjiang hospital are all in the rescue room.

These first-class experts are helpless.

Then an uninvited guest opened the door and came in.

In these words, ye Mo has already diagnosed the pulse, and Zhao Zhengyang's situation is not optimistic.

"Don't touch me!"

Yemo turns to look at the doctor in the rescue room.

Then he pinched the stamens hanging by the plum blossom with his fingers and pulled them outward. A gold needle about eight inches long appeared in Ye Mo's hand.

"My God!"

"What the hell is that?"

"Eight... Eight inch needle!"

Although the experts present are all western medicine, they have a certain understanding of acupuncture and moxibustion in traditional Chinese medicine.

The shorter and thicker the needle for acupuncture, the better.

On the contrary, the longer, the finer, the more difficult to control.

General Chinese medicine doctors use needles with the tip of one inch or two inches. If three inch needles can be used, it shows that the doctor's means are clever.

And very few Chinese medicine doctors who can use thin and soft four inch needles are well-known Chinese medicine leaders!

And that's still a silver needle!

The texture of gold needle is softer and more difficult to master.

The boy who broke into the rescue room twice as an "uninvited guest" had an exaggerated needle as thin as ox hair and a terrible eight inch gold needle!

And the "uninvited guest" now stabbed the patient's nose with that exaggerated gold needle!

"Stop! You're murdering!"

A slightly younger expert was in a hurry when he saw that ye Mo's gold needle inserted into the patient's nose was less than two inches away.

Isn't the gold needle of this length already inserted into the patient's skull cavity?!

However, before he came forward to stop, he was grabbed by a powerful hand!

"Director Luo, what are you doing? Can you afford to be responsible if someone dies?"

The impatient expert hurried to Luo Gang who stopped him.

Although Luo Gang's own eyes were full of shock. He was surprised by Ye Mo's treatment and his back was cold, he resolutely stared at the expert's eyes and shook his head.

"I'm responsible for something! But now, no one is allowed to disturb brother Ye!"

Luo Gang has confidence in Ye Mo's medical skills, and at present, we must trust ye Mo!

"Blood!"

A wisp of black blood trickled out along the exposed gold needle, and a sharp eyed expert was surprised.

"Intracranial congestion discharged?!"

"The patient's heart rate is recovering!"

"My God! What do I see!"

......

The experts were shocked by the scene in front of them, which was beyond their cognitive level.

The intracranial congestion that had plagued them for a long time was solved by the young man with an eight inch gold needle!

"Shut up!"

Yemo glanced back at the experts.

The experts immediately covered their mouths like pupils who had done something wrong and dared not make a sound.

Ye Mo looks at Zhao Zhengyang's head and frowns. Zhao Zhengyang's condition is not so easy. His head has been hit more than once. It's not enough to just eliminate the congestion in the skull cavity.

At the moment, Zhao Zhengyang's vitality is weak. It's dangerous to drag on. It's time to use that.

"From now on, everyone hold your breath!"

Ye Mo turns to look at the experts. The experts are taken by Ye Mo's momentum. They all nod and dare not make a sound again.

Thirteen needles of ghost gate, one of Hua Tuo's acupuncture and moxibustion chapters recorded in Qing Bao Jing.

The reason why it is called this name is that using this needle is equivalent to robbing people outside the ghost gate. The person saved is either alive or dead!

This needle corresponds to 13 vital acupoints, which is to hang people's vitality for treatment.

A drop of a penny is a thousand miles away.

So there is no room for mistakes.

Ye Mo takes back the gold needle, takes a deep breath to calm his mind, and then takes out his needle bag and takes out the silver needle.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there were thirteen more silver needles on Zhao Zhengyang. The speed of Ye Moshi's needle had brought out the afterimage.

A group of experts were shocked but did not dare to make a sound. They could only cover their mouths and stare at them.

Luo Gang was also shocked. Although he knew Ye Mo's medical skills were superb, what he saw with his own eyes often had more impact.

Ye Mo dared to exhale after all the silver needles were finished, and this exhalation, as soon as the breath was released, ye Mo's temples were soaked with sweat.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

If there are experts who are familiar with acupuncture and moxibustion, he will know that ye Moshi's acupuncture is not so easy just now.

Ghost gate 13, crossing Qi and attracting souls, white bones and muscles, one life and one death!

Ye Mo was just injecting his own vitality into Zhao Zhengyang's body through a silver needle to awaken Zhao Zhengyang's own vitality.

Therefore, Shi consumes a lot of money for ye mo.

I have done everything I can. Now it depends on your own desire to survive. If you want to die, don't move. If you don't want to, cheer me up.

Ye Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

As time passed, ye Mo waited quietly, and a group of experts had to keep standing with their mouths covered, for fear that the loud sound of their breathing would affect the treatment of the strange young man.

"Can't you..."

Ye Mo sighed. Zhao Zhengyang didn't give him the desire to survive.

"Buzz!"

A very small sound came, and ye Mo's sight instantly locked the tail of the silver needle on Zhao Zhengyang.

"Buzz!"

There was another very subtle tremor.

Ye Mo looks happy. Zhao Zhengyang doesn't want to die. He's fighting!