Chapter 368

When he said this, he took a special look at Zhao Feng, the meaning is self-evident.

He didn't want Zhao Feng to get involved in the matter.

Nie Qianyan embarrassed to Zhao Feng said: "Zhao, Dr. Zhao, you see, is not to go out first, Mr. Huang to treat."

She wanted to say Zhao Shao, but before the introduction, Zhao Feng interrupted her. She knew that Zhao Feng didn't want others to know his identity, so she called Dr. Zhao instead.

Zhao Feng took a deep look at Nie Qianyan: "you have to think well, if he interferes, when Wu Chengping is out, then I won't be responsible."

Nie Qianyan quickly nodded.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng took Wu Zixia out of the ward.

Wu Zixia quickly said: "Zhao Feng, that's my father. You can't ignore it!"

Zhao Feng shook his head: "the bacteria in the coffin can't get rid of your father's poison for a moment. It's better to let Huang Wenkang take over. Even if the treatment is wrong, with Huang Wenkang, your father will be OK."

The Huang family has a unique needling technique, such as Wu Chengping, who is on the verge of death in the face of other things before the deadline, can temporarily hang each other's life.

This is why he dare to let Huang Wenkang let go of treatment. Even if something happens, he can still hang Huang Wenkang's life.

At that time, as long as the coffin fungus dragged to the Xu family is delivered, Zhao Feng will naturally be able to detoxify Wu Chengping.

As soon as Wu Zixia heard this, she was quiet, but Zhao Feng knew that her heart was far from so calm, which could be seen from Wu Zixia's shaking arms.

"Let's go! Follow me to buy medicine. "

In addition to coffin bacteria, there are many drugs to be included in the antidote prescription. Yesterday was too late, and without coffin bacteria, Zhao Feng was not worried.

But now the Xu family has promised to send the coffin fungus, and he has to prepare other medicinal materials.

Wu Zifeng didn't trust her any time.

When the two came back from the drugstore with a few bags of medicinal materials, there were bursts of crying of Nie Qianyan in the ward.

Zhao Feng was stunned and quickly opened the door of the sick room. Wu Chengping was lying on the bed, spitting black blood. Nie Qianyan was wailing.

Huang Wenkang was flustered: "it's none of my business. The poison has been in my heart for a long time. Even if there is an antidote, it's useless."

In a hurry, Zhao Feng threw the medicine away: "hurry to hang Wu Chengping's life! Isn't your Huang family a medical family? What about the family's soul fixing acupuncture? Why don't you come out? "

Huang Wenkang was stunned. He was surprised how Zhao Feng knew about soul fixing needling. This is the secret of their Huang family. Ordinary people only know that their Huang family has this ability, but they don't know the specific name.

"I, I won't!"

Huang Wenkang, with mediocre medical skills, could not reach the level of exerting soul calming needle, and Huang did not pass it on to him at all.

Zhao Feng a Leng, want to hit oneself a slap in the face, he really didn't expect to be this kind of result.

"I'll call Mr. Huang right away and see what he can do."

Huang Wenkang also knew that he was using the wrong medicine. He held out his hand and made a call from his father.

"You unfilial son, how did you remember to call me? Did you encounter any intractable disease?"

The old Huang on the other end of the phone said with a smile that he was obviously in a good mood.

Huang Wenkang swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Dad! I have a patient dying here. I don't know what to do, you see. "

Zhao Feng almost didn't kick it. What's the matter with Huang Wenkang? He's very old now. What's important? Don't you know?

"Mr. Huang, I'm Zhao Feng. Can you teach Mr. Huang Wenkang how to use the soul fixing needle? Please rest assured that we will all avoid it."

Soul fixing needle is the secret of the Huang family, and Zhao Feng naturally knows how to avoid it.

Old Huang on the other end of the phone was stunned by Zhao Feng's voice: "Xiao Zhao? Since where are you, how can my unfilial son have the right to intervene in patients? "

He knows Zhao Feng's medical skills. It can be said that except for the soul fixing needling technique, there is nothing better than Zhao Feng. He does not understand why Huang Wenkang intervened in the treatment when Zhao Feng was present.

At this time, Zhao Wenkang did not think of his father's high evaluation.

Although his medical skill is not high, it's who he is compared with. There is a famous doctor father who has been influenced by him since childhood. Now he is more than 50 years old. The medical skill of ordinary doctors is not as high as that of him.

"Dad! Don't ask so many questions. Give me the soul fixing needle! Whether he can save Wu Chengping's life depends on his own fortune. "

Although Huang Wenkang is greedy for fame, he still has some basic medical ethics. At this time, he also wants to pay for his own mistakes.

Huang laoleng on the other end of the phone snorted: "little beast, now I think of embracing Buddha's feet when it comes. What did I do earlier? The silver needle goes into the body, a few centimeters. Can you control it clearly?"It can be said that the soul fixing needle is a kind of needling method that grabs people from the hand of the king of hell. Naturally, its difficulty is not low. At this time, Huang Wenkang is far from the heat.

Just when everyone thought that there was no hope, Huang Lao on the other end of the phone changed his voice.

"You can't, but Xiao Zhao can. You call everyone else out, and I'll tell you how to use the needling technique."

I was shocked by an old man, Huang Wenkang! I'm not qualified to inherit this needling technique! "

Huang laoleng on the other end of the phone snorted: "the soul fixing needle is a good thing. I don't want to lose it in my hand. I'm afraid that my unfilial son will not be able to use it when I die. I can't let this unique skill lose its transmission."

Huang Wenkang was full of shame. He knew that what his father said was true.

...

in the bright ward, Huang Wenkang points his mobile phone at Wu Chengping.

Zhao Feng disinfected the needle and nodded.

Huang Lao's voice came from the mobile phone: "the first needle, into the Juque point, silver needle into the body three li three milli."

A silver needle fell from Zhao Feng's hand.

"The second needle, into the Qihai acupoint, silver needle into the body 1.5 mm."

....。

"The last needle, into the Shangqu point, silver needle into the body three li."

Looking at Wu Chengping with silver needles in front of him, Zhao Feng breathes a sigh of relief. It's no wonder that Huang Wenkang doesn't hand over the soul fixing needle to Huang Wenkang. It's so hard.

In the process of needling, we can't deviate a millionth. When he drops the needle half way, he can't hold it. It's hard to imagine how Huang used this kind of needling at his age.

Huang Wenkang quickly handed over the towel, which was a habit he had developed since he was a child. When his father finished this set of needling, his face was almost frightening white, and his whole body was not soaked with sweat.

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