Special Forces: I, SSS class war criminal

He Qiu suddenly felt a feeling of happiness, as if at this moment, he touched a mysterious realm.

After the old senior's trembling body stopped, his breathing began to gradually become steady.

The data on the various instruments nearby also began to stabilize.

Drip..Drip..Drip.
On the electrocardiogram machine, the graph symbolizing the heartbeat became more and more regular.

Along with the ups and downs of this ECG curve, the old man's heartbeat became stronger and stronger.

Starting from the state of an old man with a dying body, he gradually improved.

Lu Hong and the others widened their eyes in surprise.

Even though they had previously estimated He Qiu's medical level in their hearts, and imagined how far he would be able to cure the old man's illness in the end.

But they obviously underestimated the ability of top Chinese medical masters.

Now seeing the electrocardiogram of the ups and downs of the elders, they feel that the worldview they knew before has been completely subverted.

This can no longer be described as a medical miracle, it is completely a fairy method!
Otherwise, how could an old man who was on the verge of death recover in just half a day? !
"This ancient medical technique is even more miraculous and unbelievable than I imagined!" Lu Hong was very excited: "It is indeed the top medical technique handed down by our ancestors!"

He looked at He Qiu's back, his eyes were full of fiery look: "No way! He Qiu's ancient medical skills must never allow him to return to the combat team!"

"He has such a medical method that is almost miraculous. If he returns to the combat force, it will be a waste of talent!"

"It is a loss to our medical community and our country!"

Lu Hong made up his mind that after this matter is over, he must fight for it with the head of the headquarters, and must keep He Qiu in the Military Medical University!
"I don't care anymore, even if it's a face-to-face confrontation with Gao Shiwei and the others!"

His eyes were firm; "If I can't keep He Qiu, I will feel sorry for the medical profession and the ancient medical skills left by my ancestors!"

The heads of other medical units also had the same idea, and their eyes on He Qiu were already completely hot.

It's like seeing some rare treasure.

"Such talents, such precious ancient medical skills, we must do our best to obtain them!"

"We must carry forward the inheritance left by our ancestors!"

He Qiu didn't know that the other chiefs had already had countless thoughts in their minds within a short period of time.

He just pulled out those silver needles from the old man's body step by step: "Old man, how do you feel now?"

Supported by the old man, he sat up from the hospital bed.

In the next second, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"This, this, my body is actually getting better?!"

He sat up straight effortlessly, felt the warm current flowing in his body, and was shocked.

After so many years, his original body has gradually become numb, and he can only feel the biting cold and pain all day long.

But now, he felt the long-lost vitality and exuberant energy.

It was as if he had rejuvenated in the short period of time just now.

But after all, he is a veteran who has experienced the baptism of life and death on the battlefield, so he quickly stabilized his emotions.

Senior Jing looked at He Qiu with burning eyes.

"Young man, what kind of medical technique are you doing?"

"How can there be such a miraculous effect?!"