Chapter 239

In the operating room.

Zhou Yang looks at Shen Bijun lying on the operating table with a pale face.

He was just about to ask Mr. Jiang what he meant by what he said, so he was pulled in coldly by Mr. Jiang.

Although Mr. Jiang should not harm him, but he still subconsciously want to break free.

But to his surprise, he found that he could not get rid of Mr. Jiang's shackles.

You know, he is a strong young man in his twenties, and Mr. Jiang is nearly sixty years old and an old man.

Moreover, Mr. Jiang looks frail. Although Zhou Yang's figure is not explosive, he often keeps fit. He also follows Niu Chuan to learn some boxing and kicks. He has a lot of muscles.

In this way, he was not as strong as Mr. Jiang and could not get rid of the shackles of each other.

"Mr. Jiang, what exactly does this mean?"

Zhou Yang resisted the shock in his heart and asked softly.

Are Chinese players so powerful?

Moreover, Zhou Yang did not know anything about medical skills, even the various instruments placed beside the operating table.

Want him to come in and help?

Isn't that just a nuisance?

"Why, no?"

Mr. Jiang looked at Zhou Yang with a smile.

"I'd like to, but I don't know anything about medicine. I don't know anything about it!"

Zhou Yang is a little speechless.

Medical equipment is complicated. He is a layman. He can't recognize the equipment here.

Not to mention which wire corresponds to which machine, what function it has and how to use it.

"I didn't let you recognize these things. I operated on your friend. I didn't need those things."

Mr. Jiang chuckled, and immediately began to take off his clothes.

Zhou Yang was also shocked.

What is Mr. Jiang doing? Take off his coat in the operating room?

"Mr. Jiang, you..."

Before Zhou Yang finished speaking, he saw that there was heaven and earth under Mr. Jiang's coat.

Just for a moment, Zhou Yang widened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in shock.

Mr. Jiang took off his coat. On the inside of the coat, there were two long cloth bags.

Mr. Jiang opened the cloth bag slowly. There were twelve silver needles in it!

Two cloth bags, 24 silver needles, different lengths!

But almost every one of them was shining cold.

Zhou Yang just looked at it and felt cold in his heart.

Is Mr. Jiang going to treat Shen Bijun with these silver needles?

Zhou Yang couldn't help wondering.

But then came the great doubts.

Shen Bijun was stabbed into his left chest by a dagger, and the blade almost reached his heart.

This kind of injury, in Zhou Yang's eyes, should not be solved with western medicine surgery.

"Mr. Jiang, is this OK?"

Zhou Yang is still a little uneasy.

But Mr. Jiang's status as a national player made Zhou Yang always have a glimmer of expectation.

He should have the ability, otherwise, how could he become a national player, how could he be able to see a doctor for the great leader's recuperation.

"What do you think?"

Mr. Jiang did not answer directly. Instead, he picked out a silver needle and soaked it in disinfectant water.

Zhou YangZheng wondered how Mr. Jiang was going to give the needle, but suddenly a flash of light flashed in front of him.

As Mr. Jiang raised his hand to move, the silver needle fell on Shen Bijun.

Tiantu, Xuanji, Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, Tanzhong, atrium!

Zhou Yang didn't know these acupoints. Instead, Mr. Jiang said a word in a soft voice every time he applied a needle.

Even if Zhou Yang is stupid, he knows that Mr. Jiang can cure Shen Bijun through acupuncture.

However, these acupoints had little to do with Shen Bijun's left chest injury, and Zhou Yang couldn't feel his head for a moment.

However, Zhou Yang noticed that every time Mr. Jiang dropped a needle, the sweat on his forehead kept coming out.

However, in spite of this, Mr. Jiang still did not stop, but continued to give the needle.

Soon, twenty of Mr. Jiang's 24 needles had fallen, leaving only the last four.

"Zhou Yang, don't you wonder if I can save this little girl? Watch it

Mr. Jiang took a silver needle in one hand and dropped it on a big acupoint without hesitation.

Zhou Yang looked at it carefully and found nothing unusual except that he was a little faster

Wait!

Zhou Yang's eyes are slightly coagulated, and his heart is suddenly startled!

He even saw the silver needle which fell on Shen Bijun's acupoint, with a faint trace of white Qi emerging.

What is this?

Zhou Yang suddenly raised his head and looked at Mr. Jiang in shock!Although Zhou Yang doesn't know much about acupuncture and moxibustion, he also knows that people who can give acupuncture and moxibustion are people who have studied acupuncture for decades.

Whether on TV or on the Internet, Zhou Yang has never seen it.

But he had never heard of the white air on the silver needles!

Zhou Yang kept his eyes wide open and did not dare to blink for fear of missing any surprise moment.

However, the next three needles, the same silk white gas lingering, nothing else abnormal.

"Mr. Jiang, what on earth is this?"

When Mr. Jiang's last silver needle fell, Zhou Yang raised his head and asked.

It was at this time that Zhou Yangcai found that Mr. Jiang was pale and unstable at the moment, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Zhou Yang was shocked!

Just four silver needles, let Mr. Jiang become like this!

"Gold needle Du acupoint!"

Mr. Jiang wiped the sweat on his forehead and said softly.

Gold needle Du acupoint!

Zhou Yang only felt a shock in his mind, as if he had come into contact with something terrible.

This thing, it seems, has never appeared.

At least, he never heard of it.

"What is this?"

Zhou Yang asked again.

The previous time, he asked, was to ask what the needle was.

This time, he asked, is to ask what the golden needle Du point is.

"You want to learn?"

Mr. Jiang looked at Zhou Yang with interest. There seemed to be streamer in his eyes.

"Can I learn?"

Zhou Yang is surprised, and his face appears eager to try.

"Yes, you can follow me and be a little medicine boy."

Mr. Jiang said seriously, as if not joking.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, how long does it take to learn?"

Zhou Yang turned his eyes and asked softly.

Looking at Mr. Jiang's exertion of the golden needle to relieve the acupoints, Zhou Yang knew that it must be very difficult to master the last four needles.

"Not much, just 30 years."

Mr. Jiang said lightly, as if thirty years is not long, just a blink of an eye.

"Well, forget it, Mr. Jiang. Can my friend's injury be cured?"

Zhou Yang looks at Shen Bijun lying on the operating table. At this time, Shen Bijun looks ruddy than before. He seems to have a trace of vitality.

Zhou Yang knew that this must be Mr. Jiang's role in treating acupoints with golden needles just now!

Gold needle Du acupoint, really powerful!

It may even stabilize Shen Bijun's injury without using medical equipment.