In an instant, Dean Liu's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a hundred dead flies.
Seeing that Dean Liu hadn't expressed his opinion, Ling Yunshuang didn't want to waste any more time, so she went straight to Mo Laishi and said, "Doctor Mo, please help."
Mo Laishi raised the corner of his mouth. He felt that the second young lady of the Ling family was quite decisive and not as fussy as the other people present.
He nodded slightly, then took out a cowhide needle bag from the cloth bag and spread it on the table. A row of silver needles as thin as hair appeared in front of everyone.
"Silver needles? You want to use traditional Chinese medicine to treat diseases? What a joke! Let's not talk about whether traditional Chinese medicine, such a fraudulent thing, can cure diseases. Even if it can, you are so young, what can you understand about traditional Chinese medicine?" Xu Wenguang said sarcastically from the side.
He originally wanted to leave, but he stayed just to see Mo Laishi make a fool of himself.
Among the hospital’s experts is also a Chinese medicine doctor named Cheng Jiaping.
When Cheng Jiaping heard what Xu Wenguang said, his face turned red with anger.
Saying that traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure diseases, isn’t that a slap in the face?
But because the other party was an authoritative expert from the provincial capital, he could only be angry but not speak out.
Mo Laishi ignored Xu Wenguang and moved his hands quickly, giving Ling Jianshe dozens of injections in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Jiaping stared at Mo Laishi's technique and shouted, "The Divine Needle of Creation?"
Mo Laishi glanced at Cheng Jiaping and said with a smile: "Huh? I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, old man."
The other experts all looked at Cheng Jiaping. They were all Western medicine practitioners and had no idea what the Creation Needle was, let alone the origin of this acupuncture technique.
Cheng Jiaping explained, "The Divine Needle of Creation can seize the destiny of heaven and earth! This is an acupuncture technique mastered only by the chief physician of the ancient imperial palace. Unfortunately, it has been lost for a long time. I only happened to read a fragment of the Divine Needle of Creation in an ancient book. I didn't expect to see someone perform it with my own eyes today."
When everyone heard this, they realized that this so-called magic needle of creation had such a great origin.
That’s right, Mo Laishi was using the Divine Needle of Creation. The poison in Ling Jianshe was too deep, and it could not be cured without the long-lost Divine Needle of Creation.
After the acupuncture, Morais stroked the tops of the silver needles in an inexplicable pattern.
"This... is this silver needle meridian transfer? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible?" Cheng Jiaping shouted again.
Dean Liu frowned.
I thought to myself, isn’t Cheng Jiaping usually quite calm?
Why are you so jumpy today?
Dean Liu patiently asked, "Director Cheng, what's wrong with this? Why do you say it's impossible?"
Cheng Jiaping didn't look at Dean Liu, but instead stared at Mo Laishi's technique, muttering to himself, "Silver needle meridian therapy is a very advanced acupuncture technique in Traditional Chinese Medicine. It can dredge the patient's meridians through silver needles, allowing qi and blood to flow according to the acupuncturist's wishes, but this requires at least decades of internal skills to achieve."
"As far as I know, no one else can do this except Wang Taining, the master of the capital, known as the Northern Prince. How could he possibly understand all this at such a young age?"
The experts from the People's Hospital were all shocked after hearing this.
They are all familiar with the name of the Northern Prince. He is a true master. He usually comes into contact with leaders. Now Director Cheng actually said that the young man in front of him understands the Northern Prince's acupuncture techniques. Why does this sound so magical?
Could he be Wang Taining's disciple?
That’s not right. Didn’t the second lady of the Ling family just say that this young man’s master was that Yun Qingzi?
For a moment, the experts were shocked and full of questions.
Only Xu Wenguang sneered and sneered.
He felt that this was just Morais's trick.
Five minutes later, the experts were still concentrating on staring at Ling Jianshe on the hospital bed and Mo Laishi who was constantly stroking the silver needles.
Only Xu Wenguang, Peng Yuhua and Liu Kang showed impatience at the scene.
"Hmph, this is simply a waste of time, Dean Liu. If the opportunity for treatment is delayed because of some irrelevant people, who will bear the consequences?" Xu Wenguang said with a stern face.
Although these words were directed at Mo Laishi, they also meant to blame Dean Liu.
Dean Liu was also a little angry, thinking that you said before that you wanted to do a blood test, and the round trip would take at least half an hour. Now only five minutes have passed, and you say that the opportunity for treatment has been missed?
Do you really think I'm a fool?
Although he thought so in his heart, Dean Liu finally suppressed his anger. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the young man in front of him move again.
Mo Laishi suddenly picked up the fruit knife on the table and cut Ling Jianshe's left finger.
Everyone was shocked by this action.
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