Countryside Magic Doctor

After rubbing his head countless times, a head of yellow hair turns into a big yellow chicken nest, Qin Zhao suddenly had an idea. He suddenly remembered that this old man was still lying there. Heavy metal poisoning, and it was so serious that he wouldn't be able to live for long. His life had already been taken care of. There were so many silver needles inserted into his chest, and the density and depth of the needles. They were all like that. It was scary, even if he was an excellent acupuncture master in TCM. He saw... It was such a dense method of acupuncture.    

    

Thinking of this, the corner of Qin Zhao's mouth curled up slightly, and he revealed a somewhat ruffian smile. Those who did not know would think that he was just a hooligan on the street.    

    

Then, Qin Zhao suddenly raised his head, and his eyes regained their confidence. Who am I? The son of the dignified director, who is the excellent doctor I am? Who is the future successor of the hospital? Why would I be afraid of a doctor like you? But the unorthodox doctor who is about to treat someone's life, when the time comes, our status and identity will be... The difference is like heaven and earth.    

    

The more he thought about it, the more pleased he became. A kind of hallucinatory expression appeared on Qin Zhao's face. He looked so crazy. Then, at this moment, he heard Qin Zhao open his mouth. He said loudly, "Kid, now, you can say that you are awesome to your heart's content. But next, even if you have a medical qualification certificate... But do you think your medical skills are high enough? Forgive me for being blunt, but I have seen a few famous doctors perform acupuncture in my life. But I have never seen you perform acupuncture like this. I'll put it here today. This patient... He won't live for long."    

    

Due to the excitement in his heart, Qin Zhao's voice could not help but become louder so that the people around him could clearly hear what he was saying. For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar. What was going on? A doctor said that his patient could not live for long, and he even used this to gamble with others.    

    

Was such a person worthy of being a doctor?    

    

Everyone started discussing, and they could not help but use their hands to give pointers to Qin Zhao. They criticized him for not being qualified to be a doctor. The buzzing sounds of discussion reached their ears. Qin Zhao was a little scared. He quickly looked around. He seemed to have said something wrong. It was common sense to talk to a doctor, but not to a doctor. He did not expect that he would say something like that in a moment of excitement. He did not seem to be at a loss for words.    

    

Lowering his head, he did not dare to say another word. And at this moment... Hee Feng coldly said to him, "Whether it can be cured or not, I know very well in my heart. You don't have to point fingers at me. However, based on what you just said, I can tell. You don't deserve to be a doctor. At least you don't have enough moral integrity. Even if your medical skills are high, it won't make you an excellent doctor. Because skills are secondary, and moral character is the key! "    

    

After saying that, Hee Feng kept wanting to talk nonsense with him. He slowly turned around and walked to the side of the old man. At this time, the old man had already been moved to the stretcher. Pan Chaoping had carefully used a few elastic bandages to connect with several nurses and doctors. He carefully moved the old man to the top bit by bit.    

    

The stretcher was propped up. Hee Feng did not need to squat down to treat his illness anymore. He did not appear to be in a bad shape anymore. After all, squatting down and injecting needles was inevitably a little indecent.    

    

After walking to the old man's side, Hee Feng looked at the tail of the needle. It was somewhat dark. It was obvious that Pan Chaoping had also noticed this point. He looked at Hee Feng in surprise, then asked quietly, "What's going on? Is it because of the oxygen in the air? Is there a thin film on it? Or is it because the dust has stuck to it?"    

    

After hearing his words, Hee Feng couldn't help but laugh. Then he said to him, "Old Pan, you're thinking too much. How could a thin film of oxygen be formed in just a few dozen seconds? Moreover, precious metals are very difficult to melt. This is only because they come into contact with the heavy metal inside. Then, the silver needle underwent some changes. It's not about the oxygen at all!"    

    

After hearing what he said, Pan Chaoping immediately understood. Although he did not understand TCM, it did not prevent him from understanding some common knowledge of TCM as a doctor.    

    

For example, the reason why TCM used silver to make all kinds of tools, such as silver needles. This metal was highly toxic or corrosive. They were all extremely sensitive and were simply natural analysts. This was why doctors from various countries liked to use silver to make tools.    

    

Looking at the black color on the silver needle, Hee Feng felt that the temperature was about right. It was time to deal with it. He slowly bent down. He opened his palm and touched the silver needle a few times. He touched the tail of the silver needle. From an outsider's point of view, it seemed that he was doing this to make the silver needle vibrate slightly. In fact, Hee Feng was secretly instilling Genuine Qi into the silver needle.    

    

The Genuine Qi entered the silver needle and followed the long and thin needle body all the way to the bone marrow and reached the lead pieces.    

    

The reason why the density of Hee Feng's needles was so high and the location of so many silver needles was so narrow. The reason why it was only in the chest area was because... As the lead bullet had turned into thousands of pieces in the old man's body, it was scattered all over his chest. Every piece was deeply embedded in his flesh, growing together with his flesh. It was undoubtedly extremely difficult to remove it.    

    

At this moment, when he inserted the needles, each of Hee Feng's silver needles corresponded to a piece of broken lead. That was why he had inserted nearly a hundred silver needles in this small area. Each silver needle represented a piece of lead.    

    

The purpose of pouring the Genuine Qi into the small area was to pull out a piece of lead from the real lead. That was why he had done so.    

    

A wisp of Genuine Qi flowed along the tail of the needle into his body. The silver needle trembled slightly. At the same time, it was a process that transcended the era. In the old man's body, the silver needles were inserted into the tip of the lead mine. They were all covered in layers of mist, and then the small piece of lead was wrapped around the tip of the silver needle. It shrank into a ball.    

    

At this moment, the treatment was about to enter its final stage. Hee Feng slowly picked out the outermost silver needle. There were no blood vessels and no dangerous organs. It was suitable for the first time.    

    

Just as Hee Feng reached out his hand to pull out the needle, Hee Feng suddenly thought of something. There was no place to put the silver needle after he pulled it out. He turned around and said to Pan Chaoping, "Old Pan, could you please find a tray for me? If it's bigger, you can put down the entire silver needle. If it's smaller, you can't! "