Super Student's Three-realms Army

However, song Changlong and Wei Changxu didn't say what they said.

Zhang Xiaofan took out the silver needles from the wooden box, disinfected them with genuine Qi, and then held four silver needles in his right hand.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan's right hand was like a dragonfly skimming water. He twisted a silver needle and found the right acupoint to stab it directly.

Then there was the second, the third, the fourth, without a break.

Only a breath less time, this box of silver needles is all finished by Zhang Xiaofan.

On the other hand, the old man, from shenting acupoint at the top of his head to Yongquan acupoint at the bottom of his foot, was all covered with silver needles. He looked like he was full of silver.

After finishing all this, Zhang Xiaofan took a long breath and stood up slowly.

"All right, it's done!"

"This... This is done? No

Wei Changxu and song Changlong look at each other face to face. They both see the deep surprise from each other's faces.

You know, my old man is suffering from advanced liver cancer. He is incurable!

Originally, in the view of Wei Changxu and song Changlong.

Even if Zhang Xiaofan really has two brushes, he can cure the old man's incurable disease.

But it's a long and difficult process.

Moreover, not to mention Zhang Xiaofan's own identity, he is still a slow acting TCM.

Even if they change to western medicine, they will take 4-5 hours after a major operation.

If, in the course of a large-scale operation, a series of emergencies occur, the time may continue to be postponed.

However, what about Zhang Xiaofan?!

From beginning to end, he just prepared a box of silver needles.

As a result, I just put the needle on my old man, and then... There will be no more.

All this is over before everyone can react.

Wei Changxu and song Changlong calculated the time. I'm afraid they didn't even have a minute?

Even if it is, at the beginning, the two brothers spent more than twice as much time taking off their clothes in banglaozi as Zhang Xiaofan, OK?!

"Well, it's over!"

Compared with song Changlong and Wei Changxu, Zhang Xiaofan's expression is more calm.

He simply told them not to touch the silver needle on the old man's body at will. Then he went to the bathroom, turned on the tap and began to wash his hands.

It seems that for Zhang Xiaofan, he wasn't applying acupuncture for a terminally ill old man who had already stepped into the gate of hell with half his foot and the lamp was dry.

Instead, I went out and turned left, ate a set of pancakes and washed my hands by the way.

"Oh?"

"What else do you two want? It's hard. I have to use a scalpel to cut your stomach on your old man. "

"Then, take something from your old man, is that ok?"

Zhang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

"No... no... Mr. Zhang, that's not what we mean. I just