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Everyone held their breath.

Of course, breathing will not affect the process of Xiao Xiaotian's acupuncture treatment, but at this moment, everyone still held their breath subconsciously.

Not only Xiao Yu and Zhang Yuejin who were beside the hospital bed, but even the old horse and the bald general in the monitoring room held their breath at the same time.

It seems that any small change is enough to affect Xiao Xiaotian's treatment.

Of course, both Xiao Yu and Zhang Yuejin knew that this would not happen.

Zhang Yuejin believed in Xiao Xiaotian's level and ability. At that time, Xiao Xiaotian was almost alone in rescuing patients in the hardest-hit area affected by mudslides. The disaster victims, Xiao Xiaotian was able to respond calmly without changing his face in that environment, and this trivial matter in front of him was really nothing.

Xiao Yu knew that his father would not be influenced by the outside world, and the reason was simpler. He knew that Xiao Xiaotian's current state was already a fugitive thing, not a thing, at least except for the patient in front of him, Xiao Xiaotian couldn't tolerate it anymore. anything else.

Even any noise in the real world cannot affect Xiao Xiaotian's treatment progress.

The silver needle was stuck into Fang Shi's body acupuncture point, and then a series of complicated acupuncture techniques were used.

Lifting and inserting, twirling, and repeating this, next, the second, third, and fourth.

One hundred and eighth root.

Xiao Xiaotian seemed to be a tireless machine, he didn't say a word during this process, and all the sufficient horsepower was used on the patient in front of him.

Zhang Yuejin noticed in amazement that Xiao Xiaotian's eyelids did not even blink from the beginning to the end during the treatment process.

The treatment process, until the one hundred and eight silver needles were all pierced into Fang Shi's body, took about three to ten minutes in total.

Three 10 minutes, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not.

The point is, during these three 10 minutes, Xiao Xiaotian never blinked once. Blink, a term in medicine, means blinking in vernacular. Under normal circumstances, the frequency of a person's blinking is ten per minute. Six to twenty times, roughly the same as the breathing rate, if it decreases, it means that something is wrong with the brain, if it increases, it means that there is inflammation in the eyes.

Of course, if there is no inflammation, the possibility of increased blinking is not ruled out when lying.

There was once an American president who was successful in the election because he blinked about ten times less frequently than his opponent when delivering a speech...

More times, less times, this is not a big problem, but if there is no one, then only zombies or fish can do it.

Fish have no eyelids, they don't need to blink.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhang Yuejin to focus all his energy on whether Xiao Xiaotian blinked or not, he has more important things to do.

Xiao Yu is the same.

For the two medical practitioners, this is a rare opportunity to observe, not to say how high Xiao Xiaotian's level is, but no matter how high the level is, Xiao Yu and Zhang Yuejin are helpless with Fang Shi's current illness. This is true, Xiao Xiaotian didn't say a word when he came up, and he started to treat after the pulse diagnosis. This alone is much better than Xiao Yu and Zhang Yuejin, two great experts in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

In the end, even Zhang Yuejin couldn't bear to blink anymore. Yes, it wasn't that he didn't blink, but he couldn't bear to blink. This was the crazy decision Zhang Yuejin made from Xiao Xiaotian's acupuncture to No.20's six needles.

He needs his body to be in a state of excitement at all times, so that he can unreservedly keep up with Xiao Xiaotian's needle use speed.

In Xiao Xiaotian's hands, the silver needle is no longer just a healing tool, but also a very confident performance.

Xiao Xiaotian's idea of ​​needling is very different from the Juemai acupuncture mastered by Xiao Yu. The Juemai acupuncture master dies, and Qihuang Allah lives. Although the people of Huaxia Kingdom have faded between life and death, this magical acupuncture method is still Attracted the attention of many people at the same time.

A faint mist-like breath emerged from Xiao Xiaotian's wrist and the top of his head, and in an instant, a very thin stream of water was formed, which turned into sweat and flowed down from Xiao Xiaotian's forehead.

Qihuang Zhenqi, Xiao Xiaotian activated the Qihuang Zhenqi in his body.

Moreover, Xiao Xiaotian's method of selecting acupuncture points is also very ingenious. On the 28 acupuncture points on the left upper limb, Xiao Xiaotian used three different acupuncture techniques.

Moreover, Xiao Xiaotian, who recognized the acupoints very accurately, almost didn't hesitate at all, and stabbed it down in no time. Even if the old man known as the blind needle master was reborn, he might not be Xiao Xiaotian's all-in-one enemy.

He does not see with his eyes, nor does he use his memory, he "feels" with his heart.

Zhang Yuejin actually had such a strange feeling, as if there was an extremely strict and precise acupuncture instrument in Xiao Xiaotian's body,,, it was not Xiao Xiaotian in front of him who was treating people, but the machine in his body.

If Xiao Yu knew about Zhang Yuejin's thoughts, he would definitely jump up in surprise.

Because Xiao Yu knew that although Zhang Yuejin's idea was not right, it was not far away.

,, this person who is doing acupuncture is indeed not Xiao Xiaotian's body, Xiao Xiaotian's body consciousness is still in a deep sleep, and has been in a deep sleep for a few years.

This is the secret of all the Xiao family including Xiao Yu.

"Paper, pen," Xiao Xiaotian spread his hands and said in a deep voice.

Acupuncture has been completed, and the next step is to issue a prescription.

Xiao Yu touched his pocket subconsciously, he didn't have the habit of carrying pen and paper with him.

The main reason is that there are too many things in Xiao Yu's pockets, there are four or five bottles, big and small, how can there be so much free space for other things.

Xiao Yu's eyes turned to Zhang Yuejin.

Zhang Yuejin immediately understood, and took out the parker gold pen that he didn't use easily from his coat pocket, and handed it to Xiao Xiaotian.

"Hey..." Xiao Yu just wanted to stop it, but Zhang Yuejin had already given away the gold pen.

"I call you a social expression," Zhang Yuejin said, looking at Xiao Yu with some displeasure.

"My name is, what a pity expression," Xiao Yu covered his face, only to hear a slap, the Parker gold pen flew out of Xiao Xiaotian's hand, hit the corner of the wall and bounced, and then landed on the ground with a grunt. The Parker Gold Pen is an old brand and of high quality, and when I dropped it, nothing happened.

The "pity" expression on Xiao Yu's face was not fully expressed until this moment.

"Paper and pen," Xiao Xiaotian said again, with a rigid voice like a well-fitting robot.

Zhang Yuejin ran over to pick up the gold pen with a wheeze, and carefully brushed off the dirt on it, with an expression as if he was caring for a child of his own. Although the room was extremely clean, there was no dirt at all.

Zhang Yuejin secretly hated, Parker gold pen, isn't it a pen?

You said that Xiao Xiaotian is like this, Pan Yiming, as Mrs. Xiao, you don't know how to care.

Zhang Yuejin's eyes fell on Pan Yiming behind Xiao Xiaotian.

He knew that Zhang Yuejin had no way to communicate directly with Xiao Xiaotian for the time being.

Pan Yiming snorted and turned his head aside. Xiao Yu knew that other than him, Xiao Yu and his father Xiao Xiaotian, everyone here didn't like his little mother. My little mother is such a person with personality and doesn't like it. He just put his dislike on his face, no matter who he is, even Bernie Bain, the handsome guy in the United States, never got any good looks from Pan Yiming.

In her eyes, there is only Xiao Xiaotian, as for Xiao Yu, she is pure love of the house.

Frustrated by Pan Yiming's eyes, Zhang Yuejin's gaze stayed on Xiao Yu again.

Xiao Yu rubbed his nose, this is really not a good habit, Xiao Xiaotian often did this, Xiao Yu was influenced by his ears and eyes, and formed a subconscious movement.

"When my father wrote the prescription, he only used a writing brush. This is troublesome. I forgot about it. Where can I find a writing brush now?"

"What kind of brush, wolf hair, sheep hair," Zhang Yuejin asked.

"It's best to use brush hair, my father is used to using this," Xiao Yu said.

Zhang Yuejin put the gold pen back into his pocket, laughed three times and said, "Okay, okay, very good,"

"Come on, go to my office and get a pen and paper,"

The vast majority of Chinese medicine practitioners have abandoned this habit. After all, it is much easier to use a fountain pen than a brush, but Zhang Yuejin is not among them.

Among the few experienced doctors in China, brush prescriptions are still very popular.

As soon as Zhang Yuejin finished speaking, a man in a suit knocked on the door and came in, bringing over Zhang Yuejin's usual set of paper and pen.

,, Lao Ma was in the monitoring room, watching everything that happened in the house from a distance. He sent someone to quickly fetch the pen and paper.

Because he saw hope in Xiao Xiaotian.

Under Xiao Xiaotian's acupuncture, the vegetative-like body lying on the hospital bed unexpectedly experienced some abnormal movements.

His fingers were trembling slightly, and his eyelids were also trembling slightly, which meant that his eyeballs were rolling in their sockets.

These subtle movements could not escape the eyes of the old soldier and old horse. Although Xiao Yu and others in the room were attracted by Xiao Xiaotian's actions, the old horse still noticed the change in the room situation at the first time.

"Give him the pen and paper," Lao Ma ordered, and a staff member ran to Zhang Yuejin's office to fetch the brush and rice paper.

"I see Xuan," the bald No. [-] leader still curled his lips. What happened in front of him, he couldn't figure out what happened after thinking about it. Xiao Xiaotian's actions were too weird in his eyes .

Lao Ma is different. Lao Ma belongs to the kind of person who does not look at the process but only at the result. As long as Fang Shi can wake up, he doesn't care what state Xiao Xiaotian is in.

Even if he was sleepwalking, as long as he cured the house, it would be a great achievement for him.

"Look, he wrote a prescription," Ma said, pointing at the screen.

"The handwriting is not bad," even if the bald man doesn't like Xiao Xiaotian, but Xiao Xiaotian's brush calligraphy is not to be picked. It has a bit of calligraphy strength,