Chapter 391

"Well, I'll show you what real medicine is!"

Xiaoming doctor couldn't stand Zhou Tian's provocation. He reached out and took out three needles from his waist. However, the color of his three needles was somewhat different from Zhou Tian's silver needle. Zhou Tian's silver needle was an ordinary silver needle, while Xiaoming doctor's silver needle was black and looked like wood.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, doctor Xiaoming directly inserted three black silver needles into the patient's chest, forehead and shoulder.

"He has some skills and deserves the name of his Xiaoming doctor. Unfortunately, just looking at the color of the needle, you can know that this man must take the wrong edge of the sword and his medical skills must deviate from the right path. But the old man is right. As long as he can save people, he doesn't care what doctor he is." Zhou Tian sighed lightly.

Doctor Xiaoming's acupuncture method is similar to that of Zhou Tian. He also injects the real Qi into the silver needle, and then senses the patient's internal situation. However, doctor Xiaoming's method is somewhat special. The real Qi He injects into the patient turns into black silk threads, which is shrouded into a crisscross black net from three black silver needles.

At this moment, even Zhou Tian couldn't guess what Xiaoming doctor was doing. But when Xiaoming doctor refilled the three black silver needles with real Qi, Zhou Tian clearly saw that there was a trace of strange energy looking back and forth in those black networks. It was a poisonous insect!

Doctor Xiaoming even combined the silver needle method with Miao Gu Shu. This method is unique.

"That's Gu Shu! It's amazing that Xiaoming doctor should integrate Gu Shu into medicine. It's an initiative beyond his ancestors. In this way, Xiaoming doctor must win the game."

"I think so, too. You see, Xiaoming doctor integrates Gu Shu into his medical skills. This is an unprecedented initiative. He is destined to leave a name in the history of medicine in the future! This man can compare with Xiaoming doctor and can become a conversation capital in the future."

"I only heard about Xiao Ming's medical skills before, but I didn't expect his medical skills to be so clever."

Xiaoming doctor's exposure caused the whole hall to applaud. Even the emperor of Song Dynasty and the king of Chu River nodded. Ning Wushuang was even more nervous. Compared with Xiaoming doctor's behavior, Zhou Tian was still lazily watching.

"Fancy, I don't know. I thought you could do something amazing. Unexpectedly, I overestimated you. A small disease has to be checked for so long. If you still want to compare this kind of medicine with me, you'd better go back and Practice for a few more years and ask your master to go out of the mountain. Maybe you're qualified to be my disciple." Zhou Tiandao.

Doctor Xiaoming was angry, slapped the man in blue, shook out three black silver needles, and said, "I've checked it out now! Do you think my medical skills will be inferior to you? I despise people!"

Zhou Tianwei sighed: "it's not that I despise you, but that you make me look down on you. There's no way. People with strength are so dazzling. People without strength like you are destined to only tolerate my sarcasm. Alas, life is to live so natural and unrestrained."

Hearing this, Emperor song's mouth twitched. This Sunday is still the same. He likes to dress up as a pig and eat a tiger. He obviously has means, but he doesn't want to make it out. But when a person thinks he is about to succeed, he will slap you, slap you directly from high into the mud, and then he will never get up again. At the beginning, he was almost tossed like this for a while.

"Damn it! I'll see how you treat your disease later! You can do it with your mouth. I don't believe you can cure your disease with only one mouth!"

Doctor Xiaoming was furious, and then stopped talking to Zhou Tian and devoted himself to his own medical competition. Since he had checked out the patient's disease, he had to start treatment next. Unlike Zhou Tian, he was still active with only his mouth.

The patient who was selected by doctor Xiaoming and came to Zhou Tian looked forward to Zhou Tian, and then said with a bitter smile: "doctor Zhou, how do you want to treat me? Do you always let me stand here?"

"Strange, how do you know you are ill? Have you seen a doctor before?" Zhou Tian wondered.

"Doctor Zhou, you're kidding. If I'm not ill, how can doctor Xiaoming choose me as your test object? And look at me, my face is sallow and my skin is puffy. At first glance, I'm the kind of sick person. If I'm not ill, who believes it?"

Zhou Tian smiled and said, "I just believe you're not ill. Don't worry. I promise you'll have no problems at that time, but you have to wait patiently for a while. Let me see how the little doctor treats you first."

At this time, Zhu Fenghuang, who was originally held by Ning Wushuang, seemed to have a reaction. He slightly opened his bleary eyes and coughed up blood. It seemed that the situation had become more serious.

Zhou Tian said softly, "emperor song, King Chu Jiang, you two pour Qi into her Fengchi point and Dingfeng point. Remember, don't use too much force, but slowly dredge out the injury in her body like a trickle."

The emperor of song and the king of Chu River naturally believed in Zhou Tian's medical skills, and Zhou Tian only had this mouth. They really had to rely on them.

"Sunday, you still have the mind to take care of Phoenix's disease. You'd better worry about whether you can cure that person's disease."

Doctor Xiaoming sneered and continued to treat. Now he has cured 70% of the patient. He can be successful in half an hour.

The more Zhou Tian looks at Xiao Ming's treatment methods, the deeper his eyebrows are. Xiao Ming's treatment is more than a little biased. His medical skills are completely deviated from the right path. Although he does not run counter to the right path, it is not a method that ordinary people can bear.

If the person he treats this time is not a monk, but an ordinary old, weak, sick and disabled, it is estimated that the treatment method of Xiaoming doctor will not work, which is enough to show that its limitations are still great.

Seeing that doctor Xiaoming has treated the man in blue for 7788, he finally started to move on Sunday, but not manually, but with his mouth.

"Doctor Xiaoming, hurry up. How long has it been? You've only treated about half. It's estimated that if you're completely cured, it'll take at least half an hour."

Doctor Xiaoming looked back at Zhou Tian and didn't say anything.

Seeing that Zhou Tian had not started the treatment, Ning Wushuang finally couldn't help but say, "do you want to be treated? Do you want to lose to Xiaoming doctor? Or do you really can't? I thought you could create some miracles. I didn't expect to be happy in the end."

Zhou Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the old God said, "I said little peerless. Don't worry. Don't you see your adoptive father's old fox? Don't you look worried at all?"

Ning Wushuang doesn't understand; "Well, what does this have to do with my adoptive father? You compete with doctor Xiaoming. Who loses and who wins is no different from my adoptive father."

Zhou Tian sighed: "say you're stupid, you're still really stupid. Can't you see that your adoptive father has always wanted to set up a good thing between you and Zhu Fenghuang. Unfortunately, you didn't let him save his mind. This time, it's not easy to have such a chance. How can he allow Zhu Fenghuang to fall into the hands of Xiao Ming doctor?"

"No, no, you're not right. How can my adoptive father place all his hopes on you? Obviously, you have only one mouth left. How can you compare with doctor Xiaoming? I don't believe it unless you can prove it to me."

"Oh, I can't see. I'm peerless. You can even use the trigger method. Well, for your rare intelligence, I'll let you see what it's called treating diseases with your mouth."

Ning Wushuang's face is a little ugly. Is this to hurt him or praise him on Sunday?

Zhou Tian shouted to the patient, "Hey, stand away. You're so close. How can I treat you?"

The patient was speechless for a while. What is this! Obviously, there is only one mouth left. Let him stand far away. He has no hands and feet. Tell him how to treat him at that time. Is it really just rely on that mouth?

"Don't think I don't know what's on your mind. Don't you believe in following your words? Come on, I'll show you what it's like to talk with your mouth."

Zhou Tian chuckled and spit out the three words of Guangshu.

White light spots appeared around the patient, slowly forming, and then more and more dazzling. They turned into a ball of light and directly disappeared into the patient's body. The patient felt warm and full of strength.

"How? Do you believe now that I can cure you with my mouth alone?"

Zhou Tian looked at the patient with a playful face.

"God, God, you are really a miracle doctor! Just using your mouth can make me feel that there is nothing uncomfortable all over my body. Doctor Zhou, can I be cured now? I feel that I can kill two cows with one punch."

The patient was ecstatic.

"You think it's beautiful. It's not that simple. Just one light can cure your disease. Do you need me to treat it myself? Your disease is not so simple. Of course, it's not a trouble only for me." Zhou tianbai glanced at the patient.

The patient was embarrassed and said with a smile: "anyway, doctor Zhou, I have taken you. Your medical skills are definitely above Xiaoming medicine. I believe you can win the final victory."

Ning Wushuang also looked dull. He really didn't expect that Zhou Nai could follow his words. He said the word Guangshu with only one mouth, and then there was Guangshu.

"How? Do you admire me now? I told you long ago. Don't worry. With me, it's hard for me to compete in this small competition."

Zhou Tianyi looked calm and unhurried, which made Ning unparalleled feel very complicated. He was really concerned and chaotic.