"he?!"
The female doctor known as "Wan Qing" also looked at Zhang Xiaofan with amazement at this time, and asked about it with uncertainty.
"You ... Are you apprentice of Dean Su? Then why haven't I seen you before ..."
"Apprentice Su's apprentice ?!"
Zhang Xiaofan froze for a moment, then thought in his heart that he couldn't help laughing:
"On his Su Yunhai's ability, even a patient with cerebral congestion would not dare to start and still need a little master. I'm a rookie who wants to be a little master my master ?!"
"Hahaha ..."
"In turn, he knelt and begged me to accept him as a disciple. I still have to think about it, think about it ..."
Zhang Xiaofan slandered in his heart. When he saw the female doctor, he still looked up and down with his uncertain eyes.
He shook his hand helplessly, said;
"Okay, you still don't have to pay attention to me first. I still need to give the patient a needle now, so you shouldn't just mess with me ..."
In other words, Zhang Xiaofan picked up the silver needle again and began to apply needles to Zhao Jianfei on the hospital bed.
"you..."
The female doctor wanted to say something, but she heard an old voice behind her.
"Don't talk too much, just look at it quietly!"
Speaking, Su Yunhai also narrowed her eyes at this time, paying close attention to every move of Zhang Xiaofan in the ICU Intensive Care Unit at this moment.
Looking at Su Yunhai's focused attitude, it is not like trying to pierce Zhang Xiaofan's set of tricks that cannot be played on the stage--
On the contrary, it is like an apprentice who has just started to watch his master's demonstration carefully, and his teaching is average.
Seeing this behind the scenes, this really made the female doctor have a feeling that the second monk was scratching his head.
This ... what the **** is going on? !!
This ... what kind of method is this young man using now that actually can make a generation of Xinglin master Su Yunhai so devout and so respectful!
"This ... this is the ghost hall needle ... the ghost road needle ... the ghost pillow needle ... the ghost palace needle ... the ghost leg needle ..."
"This ... is this the thirteen stitches of the ghost gate in the legend ?!"
After a full minute, Su Yunhai was shocked, exclaimed, and said.
"Ha ha ... it seems your eyesight is pretty good, I used to cast the Ghost Gate thirteen stitches!"
After hearing the sigh of exclamation from Su Yunhai behind him, Zhang Xiaofan kept moving on his hands, but nodded symbolically, said.
Earlier, Su Yunhai's exclamation was a little unexpected by Zhang Xiaofan.
Unexpectedly, in this small private hospital, there are still people who can identify the thirteen needles of the ghost gate that has been lost for hundreds of years.
I have to say, this is really beyond Zhang Xiaofan's expectations ...
"Thirteen stitches on Ghost Gate ?! What thirteen stitches on Ghost Gate, why have I never heard of this set of stitches ..."
After hearing Su Yunhai's exclaiming voice, the female doctor couldn't help but hesitated slightly, and asked subconsciously.
Hearing that, Su Yunhai glanced at him obliquely, then tilted his head and re-focused on Zhang Xiaofan's body and continued to speak.
"The thirteen stitches of Ghost Gate is the prestige of Zhengyi Alliance. Zhang Daoling, the founder of Tianshidao ..."