He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

After parting with Yanchen, Yuehuai went to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he discovered that the old man Bai had given him a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, which was very famous in Shanghai.

It's just that since Western medicine became famous many years ago, Chinese medicine has gradually declined and become inferior to Western medicine.

However, even if it is not as good as western medicine, the income of this traditional Chinese medicine hospital is still very considerable, and the annual profit is about 5000 million.

5000 million, plus the previous 1000 million in Cary, this gift is really big.

Yue Huai thought silently, walked around the hospital, and slowly went up to the dean's room on the second floor.

He clasped his fingers and knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Come in."

A voice with a touch of majesty and displeasure came from inside the door.

Yue Huai pushed the door open and entered, her tone was light and emotionless, "I'm Yue Huai, I'm here to find Dean Wang."

The person in the room was Dean Wang, and when he saw Yuehuai, he frowned.

He had been notified yesterday that the hospital would parachute an expert today.

But...the person in front of me probably doesn't even have [-]. It's still a question of whether the Chinese medicinal materials can be recognized completely. What kind of expert is he?

Maybe it was a relative of Mr. Bai who came to gild it.

Dean Wang has always been displeased with this kind of incompetent person who still leads the way with a shy face. He looked at Yuehuai with even more displeased eyes, and his tone was very impatient.

"Are you the expert that Mr. Bai said? The things are here, and I don't have time to entertain you. You should leave as soon as you finish taking them."

He bit the word "expert" very hard, with a sense of mockery.

After finishing speaking, Dean Wang took out a stack of financial statements from the drawer and threw them on the table.

Yue Huai didn't seem to hear the disdain in Dean Wang's tone, and slowly took the report, turned it over with a glance, and put it back on the table.

Seeing this, Dean Wang looked even more contemptuous, and was about to open his mouth to bang Yuehuai and leave, when the door was pushed open from the outside.

A little nurse ran in panting, with an anxious expression on her face, "President Wang, it's not good, something happened to the patient in the eighth bed."

Dean Wang's expression changed.

The 8-bed patient is a distinguished guest in the hospital, and he once promised to give him a reward of one million as long as he cured him.If something happens to the patient, he won't get the reward.

He couldn't care about Yuehuai anymore, and hurriedly followed the little nurse to the ward.

Yue Huai closed her eyelids, and followed in a calm manner.

In the ward on the fifth floor, there was a panic.

The thin patient was lying on the bed, covered with silver needles, almost breathless.

Seeing the dean coming, the doctor hurriedly stepped aside, "President Wang, take a quick look, the patient suddenly went into shock and is almost out of breath now."

Dean Wang glanced at the patient, his heart sank to the bottom, he hurried forward and began to administer the needles.

Yue Huai glanced at the acupoint that Dean Wang planned to insert, his eyes moved slightly, and he said slowly, "You pierce his Tanzhong acupoint, once the needle is inserted, his life will be gone."

Dean Wang trembled, looked up and saw that it was Yuehuai, he was immediately displeased, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? Are you able to save him?"

What a joke, he came from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners and has practiced acupuncture for decades, so he needs a little doll who doesn't understand anything to teach him?

The patient's family members were also there, and when they heard Yuehuai's words, they were furious, "Who are you? President Wang's medical skills are well-known in Shanghai, so it's your turn to point fingers?"

"That's right. A little doll, I'm afraid I haven't even seen acupuncture before, and I still want to guide President Wang."

"Dean Wang, hurry up and save people, we trust you."

"Yes, Dean Wang, you will definitely save my father with your wonderful hands and rejuvenation."

Yue Huai's eyes were light, "Whether you believe it or not, this injection will kill him."

Dean Wang said contemptuously: "Then I will show you what is rejuvenation."

After he finished speaking, he moved his fingers slightly, and the silver needle fell steadily into the patient's acupuncture points.

After about 1 minute, the patient suddenly gasped and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Live! Live!"

"Principal Wang is really rejuvenating! Everyone has been rescued like that!"

"Miraculous doctor! Dean Wang is really a miracle doctor!"

Everyone applauded one after another, looking at Dean Wang with shining eyes, with expressions of admiration on their faces.

Dean Wang triumphantly smiled provocatively at Yuehuai, "What else do you want to say?"

Yuehuai's eyes were pale, and she didn't say a word.

Dean Wang became more and more proud, and ordered the nurses and other doctors, "Get him out of here."

Those who had been named were about to do something when suddenly, the patient who had just opened his eyes started to twitch, and within a few seconds, he stopped breathing.

The situation happened so suddenly that no one could react.

Dean Wang's complexion changed drastically, and he subconsciously looked at the monitor. The wave lines on the screen had become flat.

This means the patient's heart has stopped.

The crowd who were cheering were suddenly dumbfounded.

"Dean Wang, what... what's going on?"

"Didn't you live just now? Why did it suddenly happen again?"

"Dean Wang, please, please save my dad, I will give you money."

Dean Wang frantically pushed the patient's son away, his face flushed, "As you can see, I have saved him, but...he is really very sick."

At this time, he had already begun to wonder if he had given the wrong needle, but thinking of his decades of experience, he suppressed this idea again.

There is nothing wrong with him, he has been practicing medicine for so many years and has saved so many people. Pricking the Tanzhong acupoint is the best treatment method.

Correct.

That's it.

The patient's family members burst into tears, "President Wang, is there really no other way?"

Dean Wang nodded, "I have tried my best, you should prepare for the funeral."

Although the patient's family members were grieving, they could only accept the result and began to cry bitterly around the hospital bed.

At this moment, as if intending to hit Dean Wang in the face, a faint voice sounded.

"There's no need to prepare for the funeral, he's still saved."

Dean Wang turned his head and saw it was Yuehuai again. He who was ashamed and angry suddenly burst into anger, "Save, okay, how do you save?"

He doesn't believe it, what can he do for people who even he can't save.

Yue Huai raised her eyes and glanced at Dean Wang, with a calm expression, "Acupuncture tremor method."

Dean Wang laughed angrily, "Acupuncture tremor method? What are you kidding?"

Acupuncture and moxibustion tremor is a technique in acupuncture, which uses inner strength to move the silver needles and open the acupoints to save the patient's life.

But this acupuncture method has been lost for hundreds of years, and even people in the ancient medical field do not have this kind of skill. How could he be able to do it as a child?

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he can, does he have the inner strength that only ancient warriors have?

The more Dean Wang thought about it, the more funny he became. He glanced at the family members surrounding the patient, and rolled his eyes, "You will? Then you come to save me."

Anyway, it is impossible for people to be rescued, since this ignorant brat is so rushing, then he will let him take action, just in time to take the opportunity to drive him out of the hospital.

Yue Huai didn't seem to see the calculation in Dean Wang's eyes, a silver light flashed on his fingertips, and the silver needles glowing with cold light quickly plunged into the patient's acupoints accurately and ruthlessly.

His technique was extremely fast, and the silver needles in his hand became an afterimage. In just a few seconds, seven silver needles pierced into the patient's acupuncture points.

After the needle was inserted, he bent his finger and flicked lightly on the needle.

hum-

A continuous, buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the silent ward.