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Agreed, the old doctor snorted: "I don't embarrass you, and I don't rely on the old to sell the old. You just said that there is no before and after learning, and the master is the master. If you really have this ability, let Mr. Fang's daughter wake up, and I'll call you master, why not?"

"No," Lin Ming shrugged, "I dare not accept an apprentice like you."

The old Chinese medicine doctor is suffering from a fit of qi stagnation again.

At this time, Lin Ming didn't care whether the old doctor was willing or not. Then he took the roll of animal skin in the old doctor's hand, opened it, and took out nine silver needles from it and put them in his hand.

"This boy, after a while, I will not throw you out directly."

That's what almost every doctor thinks.

Lin Ming looks at the nine silver needles in his hand. For a moment, instead of starting to apply the needles, he is quietly carrying Qi.

The key point of this set of acupuncture is how to apply Qi strength to the silver needle, and then stimulate Fang Kexin's Qi and blood.

Seeing that Lin Ming seems to be standing still, the old TCM doctor can't help it. He is afraid that Lin Ming will throw his silver needle out of the window.

He said, "boy, if you don't know acupuncture, don't be brave. I warn you, this set of silver needles is my family treasure. Be careful."

"Well, are you going to do it or not?"

There are also several doctors who are going to drive Lin Ming out. You know, they will continue to check Fang Kexin next.

"You..."

An impatient doctor was about to start, but the next moment his eyes suddenly widened and his face was full of amazement. He looked at the palm of Lin Ming's right hand.

In addition to the doctor, all the others, including Feng Ying, who had been watching, also came up, and then their eyes widened, full of incredible color.

The nine silver needles lying in the palm of Lin Ming's right hand trembled slightly.

Lin Ming's palm did not move.

Although he knew that Lin Ming could cure his daughter's strange disease and that he was a miracle doctor with magical medical skills, Fang Yi was shocked to see such a scene.

Although he has long thought highly of Lin Ming, he still feels that he underestimates him, because with his eyes, he can see what Lin Ming is doing, and Lin Ming is using his energy to push the silver needle.

What is Qijin? Fang Yi himself is not a martial arts practitioner, but he knows clearly that it is the lifelong pursuit of a martial arts practitioner. As far as he knows, there is only one martial arts practitioner in Haizhou City, that is, Lei Mingyuan, the president of Haizhou Martial Arts Association.

"Qi Jin?"

Obviously, the old Chinese medicine doctor also had a lot of eyesight. At the sight of this situation, he immediately exclaimed.

"What is Qi Jin?"

As for others, it is not clear.

The old Chinese medicine doctor named Zhang immediately looked at Lin Ming with new eyes. He couldn't help saying in his heart that he was a martial arts practitioner, and he was also a talented martial arts practitioner. He could actually develop Qi in his body.

However, although Mr. Zhang thinks that Lin Ming is a genius in martial arts training, his medical skills must be ordinary.

With his family's acupuncture technique, there is no guarantee that Fang Kexin will wake up. Lin Ming, a martial arts practitioner, naturally can't do it.

The silver needle in the palm of his right hand is still trembling. Lin Ming picks up the silver needle with his left hand, and then slowly plunges into Fang Kexin's temple.

"Ah."

This scene made everyone exclaim.

You know, the location around the temple is a more lethal part of the human body. If you are not careful, you can kill people.

But the next moment, everyone can't help but hold their breath, because, after the silver needle into half, the end of the needle is still slightly shaking.

"Trembling needle?"

Seeing such a scene, the old Chinese medicine doctor first breathed quickly. What does the trembling needle mean? He inherited the family acupuncture, which means the highest level of acupuncture.

"God, this... This kid... Has learned acupuncture to the highest level?"

The old TCM doctor felt that his face was red and hot. He just despised Lin Ming, saying that Lin Ming was a hairy boy and a no three no four man.

Now, as soon as the Qi and the trembling needle came out, it was like a few heavy slaps on the face, and he seemed to have felt the pain in his face.

"This..."

Other doctors, especially the Western doctors who don't know traditional Chinese medicine, see such a scene, more like seeing a miracle, a look of gaping.

In particular, the doctor who suspected that Lin Ming was capable of playing tricks just now lowered his head. He seemed to want to find a crack in the ground, and then he wanted to go in.

A total of eight silver needles were put into the temples on both sides. Then Lin Ming put the last silver needle into Baihui acupoint on Fang Kexin's head.

At this time, Lin Mingcai took a long breath of relief. When he finished here, a layer of sweat came out of his forehead, which was even more exhausting than fighting against the strong.

He must control the Qi force very accurately, so that after the silver needle is inserted into the acupoint, the trembling needle will appear. Only in this way can he stimulate the Qi and blood in Fang Kexin's body, and then let Fang Kexin wake up.

Seeing that Lin Ming had finished the needling, the old TCM doctor was struggling. At last, he gritted his teeth and yelled to Lin Ming, "teacher..."

"Don't," Lin Ming immediately stopped him and said without expression, "I still said that. I dare not accept an apprentice like you."

The old doctor's face is redder.

Lin Ming said to Fang Yi with a nervous face, "Mr. Fang, your daughter will wake up in about three minutes. Don't worry too much."

"Thank you. Thank you, Dr. Lin." Fang Yi doesn't have the slightest doubt about Lin Ming's words. He takes a look at Lin Ming's face and says, "Doctor Lin, your face looks a little bad. Do you need a rest?"

Lin Ming nodded slightly.

Then Fang Yi takes Lin Ming to the guest room next door. Lin Ming takes a cross knee rest and practices the breathing method taught by the old man.

When Fang Yi returned to his daughter's bedroom, he glanced at many traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine doctors, sneered and said, "well, you've all seen it with your own eyes. Do you still doubt the ability and identity of Doctor Lin?"

All the doctors shook their heads in a hurry, showing a look of shame and a slight fever on their faces.

"Daughter, daughter." Just then a figure rushed in from the outside, shouting and running to the bedside.

When the figure was about to hold Fang Kexin, she saw the silver needles on both sides of Fang Kexin's temples. Her face suddenly changed color and yelled: "is this a needle? God, who is it? Who put the needle in my daughter's head? "

Roaring, she was going to pull out the silver needle.