"Because you are missing a needle." Qin Wushuang spoke eloquently, confidently and radiantly.

"I should have guessed what you were thinking. You were afraid of being too aggressive and indecisive, fearing that it would worsen the patient's condition. So you adopted a conservative approach to avoid unpredictable consequences."

"But your caution backfired, leaving the patient on the verge of death and nearly passing away."

"The last stitch should be in the temple."

"If you do it, everything will be fine. If you don't do it, it will be a fatal shot."

Elder Yang suddenly understood and bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, young friend."

"Mr. Yang, he..." Many doctors were at a loss.

"We have met a master. This young man is truly amazing. The patient can be saved." Old Yang concluded.

"But Mr. Yang, he doesn't have a medical license, and all he has to do is say a few words..."

"Oh no, the patient is starting again."

The situation suddenly changed. The old lady began to twitch all over her body, like she was having epilepsy. There were only a few people who could hold her down.

His eyes rolled up, revealing a large area of ​​white, and a lot of white foam came out of his mouth.

Qin Wushuang no longer hesitated and took out the silver needle and started working directly.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the old lady calmed down.

The technique is very fast.

"The Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell!" Old Yang recognized the acupuncture technique and was extremely excited.

His throat was full of saliva and he swallowed it.

My legs were shaking and my breathing was rapid.

"Mr. Yang, what are the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell?" Someone didn't understand and asked curiously.

"The Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell have disappeared for many years. I have only seen them once in my life, when I was very young."

"I never thought that I would be so lucky again when I'm old."

"The Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell is an extremely profound acupuncture technique. It is rumored to be able to make the King of Hell retreat and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life." Old Yang sighed.

As he spoke, he stared at Qin Wushuang's needle.

In his eyes, the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell are more attractive than anything else.

There are not even one-tenth or one-twelfth of the most beautiful women in the world.

"Is that so exaggerated?"

"Although it's a bit exaggerated, it's truly amazing. Only those who master this acupuncture technique are true masters of traditional Chinese medicine."

"I am unworthy of the reputation I have received. Compared to him, I am far behind." Old Yang felt extremely ashamed.

After hearing what was said, Dongfang Mingyue's eyes changed again when she looked at Qin Wushuang.

It turns out he is even more mysterious than imagined.

She knew very well what Mr. Yang's status was, and he was well-known throughout the country.

But Mr. Yang was willing to admit defeat and felt inferior to him.

The key point is how old is Qin Wushuang? He is only in his early twenties.

"Alright." Qin Wushuang put away the silver needle. "The old lady will definitely wake up within three minutes."

"I absolutely believe what you said." Elder Yang stroked his beard. "I wonder if what you just used were the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell?"

"Yes!" Qin Wushuang admitted.

"Do you have a master?"

"certainly."

"Ahem, young man...that..." Old Yang hesitated.

"Mr. Yang, please feel free to speak."

"Young friend, do you have any plans to take in a disciple?"

It goes without saying what Mr. Yang wants to do.

Smart people have guessed it.

"I'm still young and don't have such plans." Qin Wushuang refused directly.

Taking in disciples is troublesome, time-consuming and laborious. If you do, you either don't take them in or you have to invest time and effort in them.

Qin Wushuang is so young and has a lot of things to do, so how could he have the leisure time?

"My friend, you can give it a try."

"Mr. Yang, there is no need to say more." Once Qin Wushuang makes a decision, it is difficult for others to shake it.

"Well, if there are any problems that I can't solve in the future, I will be able to ask you for advice." Old Yang made a compromise.

"no problem."

"Thank you so much, young friend." After receiving the reply, Mr. Yang bent down again.

"polite."

"My friend, how many of your Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell can you use now?"

"I saw that you just gave the patient a total of nine injections." Old Yang looked intently and checked everything clearly.

Each needle brings you to a new level, each needle brings you to a new world. It gets more difficult as you go on.

"The eleventh shot!"

"Huh???" Elder Yang was puzzled and raised his voice a lot, "You can use up to eleven needles now."

"My young friend, I have a humble request. Since you don't accept disciples, would you be willing to teach me privately?" In order to learn more advanced medical skills, Old Yang was very humble.

"It's useless if you can't learn the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell." Qin Wushuang said directly.

"Why."

"No comment."

Some things can be said but cannot be told.

Who is this old guy? Is he familiar with him? Is it necessary to tell him everything?

The difficulty of the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell lies in the fact that it must be controlled using true Qi.

It is also the key among the keys.

Old Yang is just an ordinary person, not a warrior, and he has no true energy. Even if he studies until he dies, it will be of no use on the day he breathes his last, as he won't be able to master anything.

"What a pity..." Old Yang sighed, feeling extremely disappointed.

If you don’t like it or have no passion for it, how can you reach a certain level?

The fact that Dr. Yang has become one of the most famous doctors in China must be due to his deep love for medicine.

He is willing to learn from others and have a deeper understanding of medical skills.

But he lacked the necessary conditions and wasted his time in vain.

"Grandma!" Dongfang Mingyue exclaimed in surprise, leaning down quickly and smiling, "Grandma, you're awake."

"That's great, you are finally okay."

"Mom, it's me, Meiling."

"I'm..." The old lady took a moment to regain consciousness, "This is a hospital."

"Well, grandma, you have been in a coma for several days, which scared us." Dongfang Mingyue cried. At this moment, she was happy and content.

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