Best little divine farmer

The rescue room, which was in a sad atmosphere, became quiet. All eyes looked at Tang Yifan, who was wearing a white T-shirt and round mouthed cloth shoes. At the sight of the dress, everyone was disappointed. Even Lu Lao could not save the man. Can this shabby young man be cured?

"Keep quiet. If you delay any longer, it will be hopeless." Tang Yifan didn't have time for the Qing Dynasty. He took out the gold needle while talking.

"Don't make a fool of yourself. You're hurting everyone twice." A doctor yelled.

Those who have already declared their death say that there is still hope, and finally they declare their death, which is a secondary injury to the parents of children, including doctors.

"Who are you?" Ma Hongjie held back his grief and spoke out. He looks at Lu Songming.

"He's the grandson of an old friend of mine." Lu Songming, with a dignified face, replied to Ma Hongjie, looked at Tang Yifan and said sternly, "Yifan, don't try to be brave."

He had never seen Tang Yifan's rescue of Li Xuwen and did not understand his medical skills. I'm not nervous at this time.

Ma Hongjie heard that the other party was just the younger generation of Lu Songming's old friend. His face was ugly and frightening. He said angrily, "please go out at once."

He didn't believe how good a young man could be in medicine. What's more, even master Xinglin like Lu Songming couldn't return to heaven, and other people didn't have the ability. He was sad and didn't want his son to be tortured again.

Two men in black came out immediately behind him, ready to pull Tang Yifan out.

"As a descendant of traditional Chinese medicine, I can't watch his young life die." Tang Yifan sincerely said: "time is pressing, Mr. Lu, you believe me once."

Seeing that the man in black came to Tang Yifan's side, Lu Songming waved his hand and said sternly, "don't make any noise. I'll take care of something."

All of a sudden, no one around dared to make a sound again, but they all looked at each other with disbelief.

"Chairman Ma, the treatment is not over yet. I'm a doctor. For the time being, I'm in charge. Please keep quiet." Lu Songming looked at Ma Hongjie and said seriously.

Looking at Tang Yifan and Lu Songming, Ma Hongjie said in a cold voice, "you'd better know what you're doing." Finish saying to comfort almost cry dizzy wife.

Lu Songming nods and stares at Tang Yifan. Although the little boy has been declared dead, he has no time to take part in the rescue. It has nothing to do with him. But now he allows Tang Yifan to take the responsibility.

Tang Yifan did not care about these, quickly picked up the little boy's clothes, and began to apply the needle as if no one else.

He first stabbed the little boy's Guanyuan acupoint, then put a aura into it.

There are many traditional Chinese medicine around. Seeing that Tang Yifan's acupuncture point is Guanyuan point, I can't help but mention it. Isn't this nonsense? How can I prick Guanyuan point?

Now president Lu has to take responsibility. Everyone feels that Lu Songming is not worth it. How can he let this young man fool around? This is the end of fame. Some people can't help shaking their heads.

Lu Songming also looked puzzled, don't know Tang Yifan gourd sell what medicine. But he didn't disturb. It's already like this. It's meaningless for him to stop it. Just now, how could he cooperate with him? Lu Songming sighed.

The little boy's pale face slowly recovered and became angry, but it was so weak that it was almost hard to find it.

But Xiao Qingya, who has been standing beside the little boy, sees the boy's change. She is full of horror and stares at him. She wants to see if she is dazed.

When Tang Yifan saw that the boy was still angry, he quickly closed the needle and stabbed the boy's Renzhong, Hegu, Neiguan, Taichong, Yongquan, Baihui and Yintang acupoints.

I saw Tang Yifan put the needle into the back, neither forward nor backward, neither mention nor insert, but slowly swing from left to right, just like the rowing boat in the water. In the process of swinging, he pushed the boat forward to achieve the purpose of promoting menstrual Qi.

"The green dragon wags its tail!" Even when Lu Songming, a well-informed man, saw the needling method used by Tang Yifan, he could not help exclaiming.

They all looked at him and didn't understand what "green dragon wags its tail" was. Although the young man in front of him was very skillful in needling, fluent and coordinated, he couldn't understand what kind of needling he was using.

Lu Songming blushed awkwardly. At this time, he screamed out that it was really not suitable. But he was also relieved. Tang Yifan could use the Qinglong tail swinging needle technique. It must be easy to cure the little boy. But when he thought that the boy had no breath, his heart came up again.

Can he come back from the dead? Lu Songming absolutely doesn't believe it. In this case, he will stop all the responsibilities later. He can't let this boy ruin his future. His future is promising.

Xiao Qingya's black eyes slowly appear strange color, she has determined that the little boy is getting better. Eyes can't help looking up to Tang Yifan.

The clear outline, the wheat skin color, the concentrated appearance is full of charm. Xiao Qingya slowly saw God.

I don't know where the teacher brought this person. When he called the boy in, she was a little confused, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Now the young man in shabby clothes can use the long lost "green dragon tail swinging needling". It's really amazing!

Tang Yifan didn't pay attention to the changes around him. With acupuncture everywhere, fine beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead, clenching his teeth and sticking to it.

"Wipe the sweat!" Tang Yifan ordered.

"Ah, good." Xiao Qingya, who is distracted, hears the order and returns to her senses. After looking at the left and right sides, she is the only one who has the closest relationship. Don't guess. It's Tang Yifan who orders her.

She hurriedly searched for things that could be wiped on her body, took out her handkerchief and gently wiped it for Tang Yifan.

But in my heart, I secretly scold: small sample, you drag it, and I also order Miss ben to wipe your sweat. Besides my own teacher, who has ever enjoyed my own service? Or your own personal handkerchief, which is enough for you to blow for a lifetime.

Next to a group of male doctors envy the eyes are red, this treatment, but they do not have. But there was one with a grim look in his eyes.

Tang Yifan felt a fragrance coming, but he didn't move. He kept his hands needling.

The little boy appeared to breathe, and his face became more and more ruddy. Now everyone saw the change.

"Ah" someone couldn't help exclaiming and quickly covered his mouth for fear of disturbing the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

How is that possible? It's definitely dead. This is the inner thoughts of several doctors involved in the treatment.

Children's parents help each other, look excited, tears, but dare not have the slightest voice.

Lu Songming was shocked. If he hadn't diagnosed it himself, he would have thought it was wrong!

But he had diagnosed the little boy himself, and there was no possibility of rescuing him. Unexpectedly, Tang Yifan pulled the little boy back from the gate of death, which was amazing!