Han Shaoyuan knows that it is unlikely that he can insert seven needles and the chicken will not die. Although he has succeeded, the probability of success is too small. If he ranks fourth, he may not be able to enter the imperial hospital.

Anyway, he did his best. Han Shaoyuan gritted his teeth and put the needle in his hand. The cock struggled with pain and flapping his wings. Han Shaoyuan put the chicken on the ground. The cock bumped a few steps, recovered as usual, and bent his head to peck the grain on the ground.

Han Shaoyuan was ecstatic when he succeeded.

Lao Wu breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, smiled and said, "this smelly boy is really lucky. I'm surprised to sweat."

Xu Yue was also relieved and said with a smile, "Lao Wu, you teach well."

Lao Wu Hanyan said, "he has a high understanding."

Han Shaoyuan's joy in practicing nine needles is that he can achieve seven needles in more than a month. This understanding and talent is enough to make doctors all over the world ashamed.

Xu Yue smiled and looked at Chen min'er who was about to be injected: "I really want to see how high Chen min'er can reach."

Chen min'er saw that Han Shaoyuan had successfully passed the seven needle barrier, and there was no more worry. Seven needle was a barrier, and eight needle was a more difficult barrier. Although Shen Rulan also inserted seven needles, she believed that Shen Rulan could not pass the eight needle barrier.

Four students have passed all seven stitches.

There was a sound of air-conditioning on the stage. Only Hua Shaotang said with a smile: "what abnormal guys!"

The crowd responded silently: isn't it? The great Zhou Dynasty hasn't produced so many talents for many years. If these guys enter the imperial hospital, I'm afraid they will surpass their elders in a short time!

President Shi's face was very ugly. Sweat was seeping from his palm. He didn't expect this situation. There were not many people who could pass seven stitches among the four students, even among the Royal doctors!

When Han Shaoyuan began to insert the eighth needle, many people could not bear to witness it. They were not afraid of Han Shaoyuan's failure, but afraid of his success.

Sun pangzi and others know that Shen Rulan and Shi Zhengping only have the strength of seven needles. As far as Shen Rulan is concerned, there is also the element of luck. Don't even think about eight needles. Shi Zhengping may be able to spell it, but the probability of success is not high. Oh, my God! Where on earth did the Spring Festival Hall collect such abnormal students?

The Royal doctors on the stage were afraid of Han Shaoyuan's success because of shame.

Han Shaoyuan failed to live up to expectations. This time, the rooster flopped a few times and collapsed.

Han Shaoyuan touched his nose and looked at Chen miner, as if to say that I tried my best.

Chen min'er replied with a comforting smile, as if to say that you are already great.

Shen Rulan looked at the intersection of their eyes and understood the tacit understanding of each other. He couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart. Han Shaoyuan only had Chen miner in his eyes.

Shen Rulan's eighth stitch also failed.

Shi Zhengping saw the eager eyes from his uncle on the stage and forced himself to calm down and don't be nervous. He has practiced the joy of nine needles for several years, and the success rate of eight needles is more than 50%. As long as he plays normally, he will succeed. This time, he wants to be a blockbuster and win face for his uncle.

Shi Zhengping took the eighth needle, which was a long needle. It was easy to hurt the internal organs of the rooster. He identified the part he had practiced countless times and slowly put the needle in.

Everyone's breathing seems to have stopped. The eight needles of the first two people have failed. Will Shi Zhengping succeed?