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"It's a little troublesome!"

Zhang Zitao hurriedly grabbed the silver needles. The heavy expression on his face caused Wen Xinrui's heart to feel extremely nervous.

President Chen was also very concerned, since this was his hospital. If something were to happen to Wen Shulan, he would not be able to avoid it.

In terms of responsibility, it was secondary. The main thing was that the President Chen valued human life more.

"Young man, what's the situation like?"

President Chen hurriedly asked.

"In my opinion, it was the blood clots that blocked the pulmonary arteries, blocking the flow of oxygen in Aunt Wen's body."

Zhang Zitao explained.

"Then we have to open up a knife!"

The attending physician added.

Although Wen Shulan's current situation was directly related to him, he only felt that it was an accident.

Even if the truth was as Zhang Zitao had said, he didn't think that Zhang Zitao had any ideas.

However, since the President Chen supported Zhang Zitao, it would not be good for him to interrupt.

"Get ready for surgery!"

The doctor who helped the attending physician hurriedly instructed the nurse at the side.

"No need!"

Zhang Zitao shook his head.

"No surgery? Could it be that you can use acupuncture to remove the blood clot from the patient's body? "

The attending physician was astonished.

President Chen pressed onto Wen Shulan's chest, confirming the existence of the blood clot and its size.

In the previous operating environment, the main physician and the others were busy examining the patient's other causes. Even the President Chen had neglected the possibility that Zhang Zitao had mentioned.

Fortunately, Zhang Zitao had found out or else he would be in deep trouble.

"Lad, do you really think you can get rid of him without surgery?"

President Chen asked solemnly.

"90% chance!"

Zhang Zitao replied.

"Dean, the patient's heart rate is close to the risk line. Do you want to give her another shot?"

the attending physician asked.

"Lad, what do you think?"

President Chen asked Zhang Zitao's opinion instead.

"There's no need for Heart Strengthening Needles. It's just that I'll have to trouble you all to leave President Chen first, leave this place to me. "

As Zhang Zitao sterilized the silver needles, he started to insert the silver needles into Wen Shulan's arms, neck and head.

Even the President Chen was a little worried before the results were out.

President Chen considered it for a moment and decided to gamble before handing Wen Shulan over to Zhang Zitao.

"Zitao's brother, I'll leave my mother to you."

Although Zhang Zitao had never displayed his medical skills in front of him before, she had also never heard of Zhang Zitao learning medical skills.

But under these circumstances, she still chose to believe in Zhang Zitao.

She believed that Zhang Zitao would not harm her mother.

She believed that since Zhang Zitao dared to say it, he would definitely be able to do it!

"Young man, we're at the door. If anything happens, let us know!"

President Chen looked at Zhang Zitao's back.

Zhang Zitao nodded his head, and began to talk about how Wen Shulan's hospital gown loosened up a bit, so that it would be more convenient for him to prick his acupuncture points.

Some of the acupuncture points on the body's main body surface, Zhang Zitao chose to undergo acupuncture treatment.

Although it was a very difficult thing to do in the eyes of other Chinese doctors, but for Zhang Zitao who had received the inheritance of the technique, it was only considered a little difficult.

What was truly difficult for Zhang Zitao was the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate!

In Zhang Zitao's current state, he couldn't even use the first move of the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate.

Only when he reached the second level of Pure Yang Divine Art and generated the true energy within his body, would he have the ability to use it.

Zhang Zitao let the unconscious Wen Shulan sit up.

Since Wen Shulan's situation could not be delayed, he could only increase her hand speed and use the first move of the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate to push on Wen Shulan's back.

He wanted to make the blood clot in Wen Shulan's body smaller so that a portion of the oxygen would enter Wen Shulan's body.

"Old Chen, what are you standing there for? Where's the patient?"

An old man with a white beard quickly walked over. He was also wearing a white robe, and on his shoulder was a small box containing his medical tools.

"Shh, look, Old Gao."

President Chen lied on the window opening of the room and pointed out to Gao Jianguo.

Gao Jianguo looked and was immediately stunned.

"This, this, this..." Could this be the first style of the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate, Hand of Creation? "

Gao Jianguo swallowed his saliva forcefully.

"Hand of Creation, what is that?"

President Chen asked Gao Jianguo in confusion.

"That is a top tier Chinese medical technique lost since the Yuan Dynasty. I never thought that this kind of existence that only appears in ancient books would be able to witness it with my own eyes in my lifetime."

Gao Jianguo was very excited, "No, I have to go in and see!"

"Old Gao, have you gone mad?" The patient is more important, if there's anything you need, we can talk about it after the treatment is over. "

President Chen immediately pulled Gao Jianguo back.

Only now did Gao Jianguo realize that he was just too excited.

What's more, he only felt that Zhang Zitao's move was the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate's hand of good fortune, but it did not have any substantial evidence.

This technique had been circulating for hundreds or even thousands of years. Who knew how it would be used?

"President Chen …"

Zhang Zitao who was in the ward shouted out.

The first move of the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate, he pushed for five minutes, and he completely collapsed.

Then, at four-thirty, he did not stop.

To put it bluntly, in these five minutes, Zhang Zitao felt as tired as if he had run a fifty kilometre marathon in one go.

The technique of the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate was simply too complicated!

Zhang Zitao lied on the ground, thinking that he must hurry up and connect the Pure Yang Divine Art to the second realm.

"Young man, how is it?"

President Chen hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in together with Gao Jianguo.

"The Aunt Wen is fine, once the anesthetic effect is over, she will be able to wake up."

Zhang Zitao gasped for breath.

President Chen had already told Gao Jianguo about the blood clot.

Gao Jianguo probed around Wen Shulan's pulmonary artery, but didn't feel anything unusual when he came in contact with it.

Everything was relatively normal. In fact, Wen Shulan's condition was even better than most patients who were in the advanced stages of cancer!

Gao Jianguo was even more excited secretly.

The Ghost Gate was the first form, the Hand of Creation. It was a beginner level existence from the nine forms, but it was also an existence that thousands of years of Chinese medicine could not touch in a lifetime.

This was also the important reason why the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate was lost to others.

"Young man, what you have just displayed, is it really the Hand of Destiny?"

Gao Jianguo asked excitedly.

"Hand of Creation?"

Zhang Zitao was startled.

"What's that?"