Rural Shennong

In Haicheng Third Hospital, Mrs. Chang also observed Chen Ping's operation with the doctors of the third hospital.

"Professor Chen, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know, maybe... Maybe it's to surround the lungs."

"Professor Chen's medical skills are superb, so it's not surprising that we don't understand."

Chen Ping pierced Meng Qingxin's intact right lung with a circle of needles, as if he really wanted to surround the lung.

When Chen Ping dropped the last needle, deep in a certain mountain, an old man who was watching with his mobile phone showed a thoughtful expression.

"Is he blocking the meridians around the lungs?" The old man had flowing silver hair, obviously not young.

But his face was as rosy and tender as a baby's, without the slightest wrinkle, and he was obviously a successful martial arts master.

"Yes, it must be so."

"But why is he blocking the meridians of the lungs? This patient is not a warrior!" The old man's eyes were full of doubts.

It really made the old man see the way. Chen Ping was using silver needles to block the meridians around Meng Qingxin's right lung.

After Chen Ping completed the blocking of the lungs with needles, Meng Qingxin's breathing became short of breath, and his face also turned red.

On the life detector, Meng Qingxin's blood pressure soared, his heartbeat accelerated, and various vital signs were sending out red light warnings.

"Don't move, bear with it!" This time, Chen Ping's movements changed from the slow ones before to very fast.

He twisted a relatively thick silver needle like lightning, pierced Meng Qingxin's lung fiercely, and then flicked against the root of the silver needle.

"The patient's breathing is abnormal!"

"No, no, it's not abnormal breathing. It's a sign of suffocation. Chen Ping doesn't know what method he used to temporarily isolate the patient's lungs from other body organs, but he can still maintain part of the lung's breathing function. "

"miracle!"

"How is it possible that you can do this with just a few needles? I'm not dreaming!"

"Look, he stuck a hollow needle, and he moved so fast, what is he going to do?"

Chen Ping used a hollow needle, of course, to send the spiritual liquid into Meng Qingxin's pulmonary aorta.

After getting the spiritual liquid for almost two years, Chen Ping already had a certain understanding of the efficacy of the spiritual liquid.

In his eyes, the spiritual liquid is a catalyst that can greatly strengthen the functions of various organs in the body.

If it is used well, it can save people, but if it is not used well, it will kill people.

If he directly gave Meng Qingxin the spiritual liquid, all of Meng Qingxin's body organs would be strengthened.

In this way, even if his lungs will be strengthened, they will not be able to maintain the whole body's more abnormal demand for blood oxygen content.

It's like Chen Ping strengthened the tires of a car, and the car that could pull one ton can now pull ten tons.

But at the same time, the cargo on the car has increased to one hundred tons, and the car will be crushed and scrapped immediately.

So Chen Ping thought of a way to encircle the lungs separately and strengthen them individually.

This is like removing the tires of a car and strengthening them separately so as not to increase the weight of the goods on them.

The spiritual liquid had never disappointed Chen Ping, and it was the same this time.

After entering Meng Qingxin's body along the hollow needle, the spiritual liquid quickly transformed Meng Qingxin's lungs.

If Meng Qingxin's lungs were observed through surgery at this time, everyone would be shocked to find that Meng Qingxin's lungs were undergoing a metamorphosis visible to the naked eye.

The original slender capillaries in the lungs are thicker than before, and the alveoli are tighter and thicker than before, and they are still getting bigger.

The doctors didn't have clairvoyant eyes, so of course they couldn't see so many details, but they could see the changes in Meng Qingxin's body.

"Am I dazzled? Are the needles on the patient's body trembling?"

"You are blind, I can see it too!"

"What's the matter? Is one of the patient's lungs so strong?"

Chen Ping pulled out the hollow needle, pressed one hand on Meng Qingxin's chest, and felt silently with his eyes closed.

After a while, he nodded in satisfaction and began to pull out the needles one by one.

As the needles surrounding the lungs were pulled out, Meng Qingxin's vital signs almost skyrocketed.

The eyes of the doctors watching the live broadcast almost popped out.

"What's going on, what's going on here, who can tell me?"

"It's the hollow needle, I swear to God, it's the hollow needle."

"Nonsense, everyone knows that it's the hollow needle, but what's the reason? Chen Ping didn't use medicine or bloodletting, it's unscientific!"

Generally, when a hollow needle is used, it is either to deliver medicine to the patient's body through the hollow needle, or to release blood congestion.

But no one saw Chen Ping's bloodletting, let alone medication.

However, according to the indicators displayed on various instruments, the patient's lung function has obviously been greatly enhanced.

A group of doctors watching the live broadcast scratched their heads, and several experts and professors were about to pull their hair out, but they didn't understand.

They can't wait to drill in along the screen and go to Chen Ping's side for a solution.

The old man watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone was more shocked than everyone else.

He is a martial arts master, and he is also a martial arts master who is good at healing warriors.

The old man saw a little way.

"This kid must have sent some top-quality elixir into the patient's body with a hollow needle."

"But what kind of elixir, the effect will be so strong?"

"What is the origin of this kid!"

He was originally bored and wanted to kill some time, so he snatched his grandchildren's mobile phone to watch the live broadcast.

He didn't expect this live broadcast to bring him such a big shock.

The live broadcast was still going on, Chen Ping pulled out all the needles on Meng Qingxin's body, patted him on the shoulder and said, "The treatment is complete!"

Meng Qingxin looked confused: "This... Is this the end?"

Chen Ping nodded: "Well, take two deep breaths and tell me how you feel now."

Meng Qingxin took a few breaths tentatively, but didn't feel any change.

Chen Ping frowned slightly: "You are a singer, can't you even take a deep breath?"

Meng Qingxin said awkwardly: "I, I'm a little scared!"

It's not that he can't take a deep breath, but he has been ill for more than two years, and every time he takes a deep breath, he feels dizzy and has a stabbing pain in his chest.

That's because he only has one lung, and the blood does not contain enough oxygen.

So after a long time, he didn't even dare to breathe.

To put it bluntly, this is the psychological barrier formed by prolonged illness.

Chen Ping looked left and right, suddenly picked up a scalpel from the tray, and stabbed Meng Qingxin in the eye.

His speed wasn't very fast, but it wasn't very slow either, enough for Meng Qingxin to react.

Meng Qingxin's hairs stood on end in shock, his neck was thrown back, and he took a deep breath.

Chen Ping retracted the knife and looked at him with a half-smile: "How do you feel now?"

Meng Qingxin was still in shock, still breathing heavily.

Chen Ping asked him how he felt, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and raised his hand to cover his chest: "I...I don't hurt anymore!"

"I'm alright? I'm alright!"

Meng Qingxin's eyes were filled with mixed emotions of excitement and disbelief.

Two years later, his musical dreams were completely shattered.

He cried, shouted, despaired, and even thought about committing suicide.

But he never thought that he would have a return to normal this day.

He had been waiting for this day for two years.