Qingshan did not delay any longer. With a thought, he took out the set of nine needles from the space under the cover of the small schoolbag.

The acupuncture instruments passed down by Xuan Huizi are the nine ancient needles, namely, the 镵 (pronounced as chan) needle, the 元 needle, the 鍉 (pronounced as chi) needle, the 锋 needle, the 利 needle, the 元 needle, the 圆利 needle, the 毫 needle, the 长 needle, and the 大 needle.

Qingshan opened the needle bag, took out a sharp needle, and inserted it into Zou Kai's Baihui acupoint.

The Yuanli needle is one inch and six fen long, round and sharp, with a slightly thicker middle part. It is most suitable for treating acute arthritis and first aid.

When Ma Shengli saw the little girl take out a thick needle and poke it into her old friend's head, he almost farted with fright.

He thought the 'medical skills' the little girl was talking about were those first aid techniques like pressing the chest and blowing air into the mouth, but he didn't expect her to take out a pack of needles.

Old Ma hurriedly grabbed Qingshan's wrist and said in a trembling voice:

"Oh my God, little girl, what kind of needle is this? Why does it look like an awl? You..."

At this moment, Lao Ma was already regretting it. Why had he been so foolish as to believe what the child said? If she said it was a cerebral hemorrhage, then it was a cerebral hemorrhage? What if it wasn't?

Besides, what kid would carry a bag of needles with them when they go out? My goodness, the longest one he saw was almost the same as the one his daughter-in-law uses for knitting! Is this kid a psychopath?

Ma Shengli wanted to say, "Don't stab randomly. Will you be responsible if someone dies?" But then he remembered that he had just patted his chest and asked someone to save the person, praising him for being brave and righteous. He suddenly felt that he was a jerk for going back on his word, and he couldn't say anything else.

Qingshan understood almost everything from his expression, smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, and said:

"Grandpa Ma, don't worry, I'm sure of it."

The child had a pair of distinct black and white eyes that sparkled with a wisdom that was not in line with her age. They were sharp and meticulous, and had a calming frankness.

Old Ma gritted his teeth and loosened his grip. Having lived for over sixty years, he still had a good eye for people. This child had a calmness that was rare in adults, so he decided to let her try.

Qingshan inserted the Yuanli needle into Zou Lao's Baihui acupoint, rubbed the needle tail left and right, and at the same time mobilized spiritual power to guide it along the needle body into Zou Lao's brain.

The spiritual power nourished Mr. Zou's brain tissue, and the broken blood vessels in his brain slowly healed.

The amount of bleeding stopped increasing, the pressure on the respiratory center was relieved, the old man's chest began to rise and fall regularly, and his cyanotic complexion gradually recovered.

Qingshan pulled out the needle and reached out to hit Zou Kai on the chest. As she did so, Old Zou exhaled with a "whoosh" and opened his eyes.

"Oh, wake up, wake up, little girl, you are amazing!"

Among the three people present, one was unconscious, one knew what was going on, and the only one left was Old Ma, who had no idea of ​​Qingshan's true situation and was so nervous that his stomach was twitching.

Seeing his old friend wake up, Lao Ma's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally returned to its place.

"I can't believe you're so young, yet you have such superb medical skills. You truly are a hero from a young age! Incredible, incredible!"

Qingshan smiled on the surface but sighed in her heart. She saw everything Ma Shengli did just now.

As the old saying goes, a doctor doesn't knock on the door, he has to be invited.

If the doctor is too proactive, the patient will feel that the doctor is unreliable. If the disease is cured, the patient will think that the doctor has ulterior motives. If the disease is not cured, the trouble will be even greater, and the patient may even go to court.

Qingshan was lucky today. She met Lao Ma, a straightforward man who didn't make things difficult for her. If it were someone else, no one would dare to let a twelve-year-old girl give an acupuncture to a patient.

Today's incident serves as a reminder to Qingshan that Chinese medicine practitioners become more popular as they age. Her age and appearance are both disadvantages, so it's better to postpone her career as a doctor and save lives.

Even if she were to officially practice medicine in the future, she would still need patients to be genuinely convinced and to actively seek her treatment. It wasn't that Chen Qingshan was being patronizing, but she required patients to have a sincere and respectful heart.

Only when patients truly trust doctors can they consciously follow doctor's orders and recover quickly.

The ambulance siren sounded at the park entrance and Ma Shengli ran over to greet it.

Qingshan put away the nine needles and decided to leave quietly when she saw that Zou Kai was stable. However, the corner of her skirt was caught by the old man.

Qingshan had no choice but to squat down and said softly:

"Grandpa Zou, the ambulance will be here soon. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

There was still unabsorbed blood clot in Zou Kai's brain, pressing on his nerves. He used all his strength but could only make unclear sounds:

"Mi...Mi Ying...Zi——"

Qingshan understood that the old man was asking her name. Qingshan rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly at the old man:

"My name is Lei Hong—"