The Strongest Doctor

Lynch touched his nose. Did he really look like a third party?

LAN Yun seriously explained: "Rambo, things are not what you think. I just want to thank him. Besides, Tian Zefu is not a good man. He has several women outside!"

"Aunt, are you sure you didn't cheat me?" Rambo hesitated.

Lynch opened the car door, walked down directly and said, "the Qing Dynasty is clear. Do you know that you are talking nonsense now, I can sue you for slander?"

"Well, even if you're not a third party, you can't be with my aunt! You don't want to see who you are. Get out of here! "

Rambo glanced at Lynch with disdain and showed no mercy.

In fact, he has heard about Tian Zefu. It is said that he often indulges in extravagance, but he did not see the rumors with his own eyes, so he did not dare to jump to a conclusion.

But now when his elder sister said it, she couldn't help believing it.

But when he looked at Lynch, he looked like a student. How could he match his sister?

Lynch frowned and was about to speak. At this time, a cry came from the gate of the herbal Hall: "doctor, help! My friend is dying!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man fell to the ground, unconscious, and next to him was a thin fellow of the same age, shouting for help.

"I'm a doctor. Let me see what's going on?"

Rambo is the doctor of baicaotang, immediately rushed into the crowd, squatted beside the comatose man to investigate the situation.

"Doctor, please help my friend." The thin man grabbed Rambo's arm.

Rambo was about to get rid of the man when he suddenly wrinkled his nose and said, "how much wine do you drink?"

"not much, I drank only three jin of Baijiu with my friend." The thin man said with a hiccup.

only drank three jin of Baijiu?

People around suddenly burst out a cry of surprise, Rambo asked is straight face twitch. Exceed the standard of

Baijiu, the average adult drink 32 alcohol can bear, as long as a catty, the blood alcohol content is absolutely exceeded, to the viscera has increased a great burden.

And these two people drank three Jin altogether, that body has no time to metabolize at all, viscera still can cause serious injury.

"Your friend may have alcoholism. Help him lie down and let me give him some injections." Rambo said immediately.

"Just a few stitches? Doctor, are you reliable? " Thin some doubt, these needle is not the work of old Chinese medicine do? This boy is too young.

"Don't worry, young man. His name is Rambo. He is the grandson of LAN Yiqian, a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Your friend must be saved."

"Family of traditional Chinese medicine? But he's still so young. He's just over eighteen. Is that ok? "

"You don't know that. Rambo has learned his grandfather's true biography. He has excellent medical skills. Everyone in this area knows it."

There are obviously many people who often come to see a doctor in the crowd. Most of them know Rambo, and he really has some skills.

"Your nephew is also a traditional Chinese medicine?" Lynch took a look and asked LAN Yun around him.

"Well, although he has a bad temper, he is very smart to learn medicine from my father." LAN Yun nodded, quite appreciative.

At this time, Rambo took out the needle bag, took out the silver needle, quickly disinfected, then stabbed the patient's liver.

His technique is skilled, the needle is extremely fast, between the wrist turnover, three needles have gone down.

"That's right. Three flower needling." Lynch nodded.

When Rambo heard this, he glanced at Lynch with pride: "you still have some insight. This is my ancestral three flower needling method."

But Lynch shook his head with a smile and said, "it's a pity that you can't save him..."

"Ha ha, you'll see." At this time, Rambo had finished the needling. He opened his hands and said, "three flowers come out, life goes back to Yangguan, Qi!"

He yelled with great momentum, and the people around him were stunned and widened their eyes.

However, the fainted patient did not wake up at all. He still lay on the ground and did not move. On the contrary, his face became darker and darker.

"He's not alcoholic!"

Lynch came up and pulled out the silver needle.

"What are you doing?" Rambo was surprised. How could he pull out the silver needle? Did he agree?

"Your medical skills are almost ready. Let me do it." Lynch took the patient's pulse and handed the silver needles to Rambo.

"Are you a doctor, too?"

Rambo takes a glance at Lynch's way of feeling the pulse, which is extremely professional and even has the style of his grandfather LAN Yiqian.

"It's not the doctor, it's not the mouth!"

Lynch snorted coldly, looked at the skinny companion in a twinkling of an eye, and asked, "I ask you, did your friend drink so much before, but today he went to the toilet and suddenly fainted?"The skinny man sniffed and nodded: "yes, you're right. We usually drink like this, and we've never been drunk before. But he just came to the roadside alley and had a pee, but he fainted."

"That's right. It's called urination syncope after drinking. When people urinate, their abdominal pressure and blood pressure will rise, and their heart rate will speed up. Alcohol itself has accelerated their heart rate, which leads to insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, so they will faint." Lynch explained.

"it turns out that way, it seems that after drinking Baijiu, you can't urinate at will." The thin man said with a lingering fear.

"You're wrong. You should drink less. In the final analysis, you are too weak." Lynch glanced at them and found that the man who fainted was thinner than his thin companion. Obviously, he had been short of Qi and blood for a long time and had been consumed by wine.

The thin man turned red, but glanced at his companion who fainted on the ground and said anxiously, "I know, doctor. You'd better save my friend first."

"It's not a serious illness. Don't worry. Just a few injections." Said Lynch, taking out his pocket and spreading it out.

"Needle again?" The thin man couldn't help being stunned.

Seeing that Lynch had to put a needle, the people around him were stunned.

Rambo's face was even more livid. Just now, he didn't wake up the patient by needling. Now Lynch also needs needling. Didn't he hit him in the face?

"Boy, don't brag here. You'd better not move. Who is responsible for anything?" Rambo yelled.

"When something goes wrong, I'm in charge." Lynch road.

Rambo saw that he had all kinds of silver needles, and his face sank slightly. "Well, tell me, what kind of needle do you use?"

"Just use seven needles of Bingpo." Lynch said that when he touched the needle bag, there were seven silver needles in his fingers.

"What, you, you want to use seven needles of ice spirit?" Rambo was surprised.

This kind of needling is the best one in the family of LAN. It's so mysterious that even his grandfather can't do it. It's impossible for Lynch to say that he can.

"Then you'll see."

Lynch smiles calmly, and the silver needle in his hand falls suddenly. His speed of needling is faster than that of Rambo. The Hunyuan Zhenqi Jue in his body surges and injects the genuine Qi into the silver needle. The silver needle, which could not move, trembles spontaneously.

His seven needles fell into Shuigou, Neiguan and Hegu respectively

A total of seven acupoints, almost completed at the same time.

When the needle fell on the patient, the patient's skin seemed to condense a thin ice mist, and the seven silver needles were even more quivering and lasting.

Rambo took a cold breath and was shocked.

He once secretly turned over his grandfather's ancestral secret script. At this time, the technique and phenomenon of acupuncture were exactly described in the ancestral secret script.

In less than a minute, Lynch stood up. The comatose man's face returned to normal. He coughed a few times and sat up slowly. He glanced around blankly: "Er, what's wrong with me? Is he dead? "

"That's good!" The thin companion immediately exclaimed with joy: "you are not dead! You are not dead yet

Say thin companion and patient firm embrace together.

And the crowd around suddenly burst out a burst of cheers, at the same time, some looked at Rambo contemptuously.

"The doctor's skill seems to be no worse than Rambo."

"Yes, Rambo just diagnosed alcoholism, and this doctor diagnosed drunk urination syncope!"

"I think that if Lan Bo learns a little from his grandfather, he can only pretend to be forced."

Hearing these words, Rambo only felt a slap on his face. He hated to find a way to drill down on the spot.