I'm a doctor, not a stick

The little white mouse fell down without warning, and the aunt's face turned pale with fright!

This... this young doctor Jiang will die if he takes an injection, who would dare to give him an injection? !

The aunt was frightened and also grateful to Jiang Huating. She remembered that he said that he could not give the needle. This is self-knowledge!But Jiang Huating can't give the needle, who will treat her old man?

Mom was confused.

Ni Tianyang frowned, "Impossible!"

He told Jiang Huating to go away, pulled out the tiny needle, squinted his eyes and measured carefully, and found that the depth of Jiang Huating's needle was the safest.

But why did the mouse die?

Is this needle poisonous? !

Ni Tianyang didn't believe it, so he came by himself, and pierced the same acupuncture point on another mouse according to the depth of Jiang Huating's needle.

Well, it's not dead, the little white mouse is still jumping around with long and thin needles.

This needle is not poisonous.

"Little Mao, come here."

Mao Gaoming was called by name, Mao Gaoming swallowed his saliva, and stepped forward.

Ni Tianyang pulled out the needle, and said: "According to this speed...Pierce it down, if you don't know which speed, just hold it until your finger touches the flesh."

Mao Gaoming tremblingly grabbed the little white mouse, but the little white mouse was still obedient, so Mao Gaoming stabbed it in.

The little white mouse is still alive and kicking.

Ni Tianyang looked at Jiang Huating, "Come on."

Jiang Huating, "..." He really didn't lie, why didn't anyone believe him?

Reluctantly took the needle, using Mao Gaoming's method, the length was neither too much nor too short.

Just when Ni Tianyang handed the little white mouse that had already tried two injections to Jiang Huating, the little white mouse suddenly struggled violently!

Ni Tianyang froze for a moment, and grabbed the little white mouse tightly.

"Could it be pain?"

Jiang Huating, "..." He didn't think so.It seems that this little white mouse knows that if it is injected by him, it will not escape death!

Who made his bad luck so tough?

Ni Tianyang firmly held down the little white mouse, "Come on!"

Jiang Huating was helpless, it seemed that he had another life in his hand.

Still fast and ruthless, the moment Jiang Huating stabbed the needle into the mouse, the mouse froze for two seconds, and then died!It is an honor to die for the medical profession!

Ni Tianyang, "..."

Mao Gaoming, "!!!" It was scary.

Aunt, "???" Then how to treat it?

Ni Tianyang pulled out the needle, and found that the depth of the needle under Jiang Huating was exactly the same as theirs, and the acupuncture point was correct, but why did the little white mouse die? !

Ni Tianyang didn't believe in evil, so he asked to send two white mice. Jiang Huating sighed, "Director, the life of a white mouse is also a life. You can't treat it as small and just spoil it!"

"What nonsense! It's a contribution to great medicine!"

Jiang Huating only saw that he had two more lives in his hands...

Thus, those two little white mice died honorably under Jiang Huating's needles!

Ni Tianyang finally believed it, he looked at Jiang Huating with a complicated face, "Oh..."

Jiang Huating, "..." He didn't even sigh, why did the director sigh?

He just can't give injections now. If one day his mold is gone, or is neutralized, or if a patient's mold can suppress his mold, he can still give injections.

"You can't give the needle, so what about this patient?" Ni Tianyang sighed. He heard Jiang Huating's words outside the door before, and he felt a sense of enlightenment.

If the epileptic had gone to see him, he might not have the confidence to cure him.

But Jiang Huating was very confident that he could cure it.

But he couldn't give needles.

Ni Tianyang seemed to think of something, and narrowed his eyes, could it be an act?

After listening to Ni Tianyang's words, the aunt is also a little worried. Is the hope that was just ignited just now turned into disappointment again?

At this time, Jiang Huating said, "I can't give the needle, but he can."

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Jiang Huating—the person he was pointing at.

Mao Gaoming, who was pointed at by Jiang Huating, was stunned for a while and didn't realize it. Seeing that everyone was looking over, he opened his eyes suddenly!

Mao Gaoming pointed at himself in horror, "Me?!"

Why didn't he know that he had such powerful medical skills?

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