Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Waving his hand, Xu Yang said coldly: "Fang Lin, we are treating diseases in Baohe Hall, and it is not the turn of others to interrupt. Since you are the guest of the old man and Qingsong, I don't blame you. You go and stay aside for now. Don't bother me anymore."

Fang Lin opened his mouth, took a step back, and said no more.

Xu Qingsong smiled at Fang Lin with an embarrassed look on his face and told him not to be angry.

Then he came to Xu Yang and whispered: "Dad, Mr. Fang's medical skills are very high. Grandpa invited him to the house as a guest because he planned to let Mr. Fang treat Xiaowan. You must not offend the guest! "

"Is he going to treat Xiaowan?" Xu Yang glanced at Fang Lin, shook his head and said, "It seems that your grandpa is not thinking very well now."

Waving his hand, he was about to drive Xu Qingsong away: "Okay, go and stay aside first, don't delay me from giving the patient an injection."

Xu Qingsong felt helpless when he saw that he could not convince his father. He retreated to Fang Lin and said, "Mr. Fang, don't mind. My father is quite rigid."

Fang Lin shook his head and said, "I don't mind what his attitude is towards me. I'm afraid that if he sticks these few needles, the patient will not only not recover, but will become seriously ill."

At this time, Xu Yang had already opened the acupuncture box, took out the silver needle, asked the patient to lie on the hospital bed, and planned to inject the acupuncture.

Xu Qingsong hesitated and said, "No, my dad still has good medical skills. If he didn't have confidence, he wouldn't give random injections."

Although he admired Fang Lin's medical skills in his heart, Xu Qingsong still had great confidence in his father.

After all, the Xu family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and the Baohe Hall's signature brand is well-known throughout the country, not to mention in Handong Province.

Taking Fang Lin home, Xu Qingsong actually had a little bit of a desire to show off. Baohe Hall, the medical center, and his elders were things he had been proud of since he was born.

It is true that Fang Lin's medical skills defeated Xu Qingsong yesterday, but this does not mean that their Baohe Hall is in vain.

So Xu Qingsong didn't take Fang Lin's words too seriously.

At this time, Xu Yang had already started to inject needles into the patient. He saw silver needles flying at his fingertips. In a matter of seconds, several silver needles penetrated into several acupuncture points above the patient's neck.

"It's the Five Gods Acupuncture Technique again." Fang Lin shook his head, no longer surprised.

Xu Qingsong was a little embarrassed. When he gave Qi Zejiang acupuncture in the hospital yesterday, he also used the Five Gods Royal Acupuncture Method.

Before yesterday, this acupuncture technique had always been something he was proud of, but after knowing that Fang Lin knew how to use the Huangdi Jingtian Acupuncture, he was no longer proud at all.

Compared with the Yellow Emperor Jingtian Acupuncture, the Five Gods Royal Acupuncture Technique is several grades behind and is simply not worth mentioning.

At this time, seeing his father also using the Five Gods Acupuncture Technique, Xu Qingsong felt a little embarrassed for no reason and was so ashamed.

Because both he and Fang Lin could see that the few injections just now were done normally and there was no need for the Five Gods Acupuncture Technique at all.

His father was deliberately showing off in front of outsiders.

"Ahem!" Xu Qingsong coughed and said with a laugh: "The techniques must be used frequently, otherwise they will become unfamiliar."

Fang Lin smiled and said nothing, but looked at the patient's reaction. After a moment, he frowned: "Not good."

I saw the patient who couldn't close his eyes to sleep. After Xu Yang inserted a few needles, not only did he show no signs of closing his eyes, but he began to breathe rapidly and made strange sounds like "drink, drink..." from his mouth.

"Doctor, I, I feel so uncomfortable." The patient's face began to turn purple, his expression was painful, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Xu Yang raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to take the patient's pulse. After a moment, he said to himself with a heavy face: "That shouldn't be the case. Why has the pulse become so messy..."

"His condition is not caused by mental disorder. If you give him an injection, it will only be counterproductive."

Fang Lin said and walked over there: "If my guess is correct, his pulse has changed from a heavy pulse to a slippery pulse, right?"

Xu Yang glanced at Fang Lin in surprise. This Fang Lin had never been in contact with patients. How could he judge the patient's pulse?

While the two of them were talking, the patient's condition became worse and worse. He had shortness of breath and silent pupils, like a drowning person about to suffocate.

Seeing the patient's crisis, Fang Lin stopped talking nonsense and strode to the patient's side. He raised his hand and put it on the patient's forehead, immediately injecting a trace of vitality into the patient.

Then, without saying a word, he quickly pulled out all the needles Xu Yang had inserted!

"Stop! What are you doing?" Xu Yang looked gloomy and was extremely dissatisfied. Even if there were mistakes in his diagnosis and treatment, he would still be able to make up for it.

This is Baohe Hall, and this is a patient of Baohe Hall. It is not the turn of an outsider to do anything here!

Fang Lin shook his head with some disappointment: "Earlier, I thought that Uncle Xu was a good doctor because of your superb medical skills. Unexpectedly, you were just a narrow-minded person who couldn't listen to opinions.

From this point alone, you are not even as good as Xu Qingsong. "

Xu Yang's face turned cold and he was about to speak when he suddenly looked at the patient in surprise.

The patient's adverse reactions quickly subsided after Fang Lin gently touched his forehead and pulled out the silver needle.

However, Fang Lin scolded him for being narrow-minded and inferior to his own son, which made him even more dissatisfied. He sneered, "Then tell me what caused this patient's symptoms and how to treat him?"

After that, Xu Yang continued angrily: "Young man, although you are a guest invited by the old man, if you can't explain why, don't blame me for issuing an eviction order!"

"I was invited by Mr. Xu Mofu. I didn't take the initiative to visit him. I hope Uncle Xu can understand this."

Fang Lin's expression became much colder. He came here because Xu Mofu would spend his whole life helping the world.

Otherwise, a so-called traditional Chinese medicine family would not allow him to become popular.

"But doctors are kind-hearted. Since I have seen this patient, I will not let you, a quack doctor, continue to diagnose him." Fang Lin shook his head, said no more, and looked at the patient.

He decided to treat the patient, but not to show off in front of Xu Yang. It was just that saving one life was better than building a seven-level pagoda. He couldn't just ignore the situation and refuse to save him.

"Am I a quack?" Xu Yang's face turned blue and white, and finally snorted coldly.

When Fang Lin is unable to do anything about this patient later, he will let Fang Lin know that to treat diseases and save people, you need to show your true skills, not just rely on a hurtful mouth!

Fang Lin looked at the patient and said quietly: "The neck is dislocated and the eyes cannot be closed. It is caused by the blockage of the meridians."

As he spoke, Fang Lin raised his hand and picked up a few needles.

Seeing Fang Lin planning to perform acupuncture, Xu Qingsong's eyes brightened and he whispered: "Do you want to perform the Huangdi Jingtian Acupuncture?" He waved his hand and Xu Yang said coldly: "Fang Lin, our Baohe Hall is treating the disease, it's still not the right time. If someone else interrupts, I don’t blame you since you are the guest of the old man and Qingsong. Just go and stay aside and don’t disturb me.”

Fang Lin opened his mouth, took a step back, and said no more.

Xu Qingsong smiled at Fang Lin with an embarrassed look on his face and told him not to be angry.

Then he came to Xu Yang and whispered: "Dad, Mr. Fang's medical skills are very high. Grandpa invited him to the house as a guest because he planned to let Mr. Fang treat Xiaowan. You must not offend the guest! "

"Is he going to treat Xiaowan?" Xu Yang glanced at Fang Lin, shook his head and said, "It seems that your grandpa's brain is not working very well now."

Waving his hand, he was about to drive Xu Qingsong away: "Okay, go and stay aside first, don't delay me from giving the patient an injection."

Xu Qingsong felt helpless when he saw that he could not convince his father. He retreated to Fang Lin and said, "Mr. Fang, don't mind. My father is quite rigid."

Fang Lin shook his head and said: "I don't mind what his attitude is towards me. I'm afraid that if he sticks these few needles, the patient will not only not recover, but will become seriously ill."

At this time, Xu Yang had already opened the acupuncture box, took out the silver needle, asked the patient to lie on the hospital bed, and planned to inject the acupuncture.

Xu Qingsong hesitated and said, "No, my dad still has good medical skills. If he didn't have confidence, he wouldn't give random injections."

Although he admired Fang Lin's medical skills in his heart, Xu Qingsong still had great confidence in his father.

After all, the Xu family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and the Baohe Hall's signature brand is well-known throughout the country, not to mention in Handong Province.

Taking Fang Lin home, Xu Qingsong actually had a bit of a desire to show off. Baohe Hall, the medical center, and his elders were things he had been proud of since he was born.

It is true that Fang Lin's medical skills defeated Xu Qingsong yesterday, but this does not mean that their Baohe Hall is in vain.

So Xu Qingsong didn't take Fang Lin's words too seriously.

At this time, Xu Yang had already started to inject needles into the patient. He saw silver needles flying at his fingertips. In a matter of seconds, several silver needles penetrated into several acupuncture points above the patient's neck.

"It's the Five Gods Acupuncture Technique again." Fang Lin shook his head, no longer surprised.

Xu Qingsong was a little embarrassed. When he gave Qi Zejiang acupuncture in the hospital yesterday, he also used the Five Gods Royal Acupuncture Method.

Before yesterday, this acupuncture technique had always been something he was proud of, but after knowing that Fang Lin actually knew Huangdi Jingtian Acupuncture, he was no longer proud at all.

Compared with the Yellow Emperor Jingtian Acupuncture, the Five Gods Royal Acupuncture Technique is several levels behind and is simply not worth mentioning.

At this time, seeing his father also using the Five Gods Acupuncture Technique, Xu Qingsong felt a little embarrassed for no reason and was so ashamed.

Because both he and Fang Lin could see that the few injections just now were done normally and there was no need for the Five Gods Acupuncture Technique at all.

His father was deliberately showing off in front of outsiders.

"Ahem!" Xu Qingsong coughed and said with a laugh: "The techniques must be used frequently, otherwise they will become unfamiliar."

Fang Lin smiled and said nothing, but looked at the patient's reaction. After a moment, he frowned: "Not good."

I saw the patient who couldn't close his eyes to sleep. After Xu Yang inserted a few needles, not only did he show no signs of closing his eyes, but he began to breathe rapidly and made strange sounds like "drink, drink..." from his mouth.

"Doctor, I, I feel so uncomfortable." The patient's face began to turn purple, his expression was painful, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Xu Yang raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to take the patient's pulse. After a moment, he said to himself with a heavy face: "That shouldn't be the case. Why has the pulse become so messy..."

"His condition is not caused by mental disorder. If you give him an injection, it will only be counterproductive."

Fang Lin said and walked over there: "If my guess is correct, his pulse has changed from a heavy pulse to a slippery pulse, right?"

Xu Yang glanced at Fang Lin in surprise. This Fang Lin had never been in contact with patients. How could he judge the patient's pulse?

While the two of them were talking, the patient's condition became worse and worse. He had shortness of breath and silent pupils, like a drowning person about to suffocate.

Seeing the patient's crisis, Fang Lin stopped talking nonsense and strode to the patient's side. He raised his hand and put it on the patient's forehead, immediately injecting a trace of vitality into the patient.

Then, without saying a word, he quickly pulled out all the needles Xu Yang had inserted!

"Stop! What are you doing?" Xu Yang looked gloomy and was extremely dissatisfied. Even if there were mistakes in his diagnosis and treatment, he would still be able to make up for it.

This is Baohe Hall, and this is a patient of Baohe Hall. It is not the turn of an outsider to do anything here!

Fang Lin shook his head in disappointment: "Earlier, I thought that Uncle Xu was a good doctor because of your superb medical skills. Unexpectedly, you were just a narrow-minded person who couldn't listen to opinions.

From this point alone, you are not even as good as Xu Qingsong. "

Xu Yang's face turned cold and he was about to speak when he suddenly looked at the patient in surprise.

The patient's adverse reactions quickly subsided after Fang Lin gently touched his forehead and pulled out the silver needle.

However, Fang Lin scolded him for being narrow-minded and inferior to his own son, which made him even more dissatisfied. He sneered and said, "Then tell me what caused this patient's symptoms and how to treat him?"

After that, Xu Yang continued angrily: "Young man, although you are a guest invited by the old man, if you can't explain why, don't blame me for issuing an eviction order!"

"I was invited by Mr. Xu Mofu. I didn't take the initiative to visit him. I hope Uncle Xu can understand this."

Fang Lin's expression became much colder. He came here because Xu Mofu would spend his whole life helping the world.

Otherwise, a so-called traditional Chinese medicine family would not allow him to become popular.

"But doctors are kind-hearted. Since I have seen this patient, I will not let you, a quack doctor, continue to diagnose him." Fang Lin shook his head, said no more, and looked at the patient.

He decided to treat the patient, but not to show off in front of Xu Yang. It was just that saving a life was better than building a seven-level pagoda. He couldn't just ignore the situation and refuse to save him.

"Am I a quack?" Xu Yang's face turned blue and white, and finally snorted coldly.

When Fang Lin is unable to do anything about this patient later, he will let Fang Lin know that to treat diseases and save people, you need to show your true skills, not just rely on a hurtful mouth!

Fang Lin looked at the patient and said quietly: "The neck is dislocated and the eyes cannot be closed. It is caused by the blockage of the meridians."

As he spoke, Fang Lin raised his hand and picked up a few needles.

Seeing Fang Lin planning to perform acupuncture, Xu Qingsong's eyes brightened and he whispered: "Do you want to use Huangdi Jingtian Acupuncture?"