My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 13 Nine Turns Resurrection Needle

The two pushed Master Wu Cong into the operating room.

At this moment, Zhang Tao stood in front of the stretcher.

"Boy, you can't have surgery." Zhang Tao shouted.

Zhang Ai was unhappy, and pushed Zhang Tao aside.

"Go away, you can't perform the operation yourself, and don't let others do it, do you want Master Wu Cong to die?"

At this time, Xia Xing had pushed the patient into the operating room and locked the door.

Although Xia Xing was very confident about this operation, after all, Wu Cong's injury was too serious, and any accident would cause unpredictable results.

With the help of Xu Wei, Xia Xing cut out Wu Cong's clothes, and then took out the silver needle.

Xia Xing had just received the silver needle from the pharmacy. Originally, Xia Xing wanted to go home and practice with the silver needle, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Xia Xing's eyes fell on Master Wu Cong's body. Under the perspective, Master Wu Cong's body appeared in front of him like a three-dimensional map.

Taking a deep breath, the eighteen silver needles pierced into various acupuncture points of Young Master Wu Cong like flowing water.

What Xia Xing used was the Nine-turn Resurrection Needle in Qimen Medicine, eighteen silver needles, piercing into the eighteen Qimen acupuncture points of Master Wu Cong three points into the body.

Wu Cong was vomiting blood just now, but after Xia Xing dropped the last silver needle, he stopped vomiting blood and his complexion recovered a lot.

Xia Xing gently twirled the silver needle, and a breath circulated in his body, and along the silver needle, it was introduced into Wu Cong's body.

At this moment, outside the operating room, the dean and Mr. Wei rushed over in a panic.

"How is my son's condition?" At this time, Wu Tianming and his wife Sun Hong hurried over with their bodyguards.

"Mr. Wu, your son..." the dean stopped talking after half a sentence.

He just rushed to the hospital and never saw the patient. I don't know how your son is doing.

Wu Tianming snorted coldly: "I donate tens of millions of medical equipment to the hospital every year. If something happens to my son, you won't get any good results."

The dean wiped off his cold sweat and said flatteringly, "President Wu, don't worry, our hospital is a tertiary first-class hospital, and our doctor is the best doctor in Shanghai. Your son is sure to be fine."

As he said that, the dean looked at Zhang Tao: "Which ward is Master Wu Cong in?"

Zhang Tao trembled when he heard the dean's words, and almost cried: "Master Wu Cong is in the operating room. At that time, Master Wu Cong vomited blood. The situation was very critical, so he arranged for an operation."

"Operating room? Which doctor is operating on Master Wu Cong?" the dean frowned and asked.

"Yes……."

"Huh?" The dean stared at Zhang Tao.

"I don't know him either, it's a passerby."

"passer……"

Dean Zhang's face turned ugly in an instant, and his face sank: "Nonsense, passer-by? What does he do? Does he have a medical qualification certificate? How can you let that person perform surgery on Master Wu Cong?"

After hearing Dean Zhang's words, everyone's expressions changed.

Xia Xing was undergoing surgery, but suddenly received a series of hatred points.

"The hatred value from Zhang Danian, +199!"

"The hatred value from Wu Tianming, +399!"

"The hatred value from Sun Hong, +599!"

"Hate value from Zhang Tao, +999!"

Xia Xing was very curious, he didn't seem to do anything, why did he receive so much hatred?
(End of this chapter)