"Enough!"

Just as Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan's words were finished, Wang Qingtian roared.

Now Wang Qingtian immediately nodded apologetically to Tang Zhun, and then said solemnly: "No matter how others question, I believe in the little brother."

Tang Zhun smiled casually. In fact, Wang Qingtian’s name is a bit wrong. Tang Zhun has been practicing in the world of immortal cultivation for many years. He broke the realm gate and reversed the time again, and then came back.

"Old Wang seems you still believe in him." Old Hong knew that he had to show off his skills, otherwise General Wang would not believe in him at all, but instead believed in the liar.

Mr. Hong asked Wang Qingtian to stretch out his hand now, and Wang Qingtian did as he did. After taking his pulse, Mr. Hong said confidently: "Small things are just small things. Mr. Wang has worked hard all these years, so his body will have some small problems. Yes, it's just a small situation. In fact, he is too tired. If you take medicine, you have to take a few months and then take a rest, so your body will improve. But it will be different when you meet me. I can help you solve it within a few days."

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan both looked at each other and were very happy when they heard this.

As long as the old man is safe and sound, the Wang family will sooner or later become the first family in the imperial capital.

Mr. Hong took out a cloth bag with him, revealing rows of silver needles with cold light, and the silver needles vary in length and size.

Wang Zhan believed in Mr. Hong's medical skills, but he still asked cautiously: "Mr. Hong, are you sure?"

You should know that Wang Qingtian’s health is too important to the Wang family, and there must be no mistakes.

Mr. Hong smiled slightly, and now he took out a silver thread needle and stabbed it on Mr. Wang's Tianyuan acupoint. Then he took out a few needles and stabbed it on different acupoints such as the middle of the pond. Sometimes it was deep and sometimes it was shallow, either picking or pricking.

The movement is extremely smooth.

After these injections, Mr. Hong smiled confidently: "I wonder if you have heard of the Thirteen Instruments of the Ghost Gate?"

Wang Menghan first reacted and said in surprise: "I have seen this name in many novels!"

Wang Zhan also seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was so excited that he looked at Mr. Hong in disbelief and said, "A treasure in traditional Chinese medicine is rumored to be able to live dead people with white bones, but has 13 needles of the ghost gate that have been lost?"

Mr. Hong smiled slightly at this moment: "Yes, this is exactly the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate! After I was fifty, I rarely saved people because I spent time studying the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate, and I worked hard to live up to heaven. I finally got the information from the self-harm chapter. After years of research, I completed the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate."

Mr. Hong's Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect were not fully used, but now he pulled out a few more needles and stabbed them on Wang Qingtian's head.

Gradually, every needle is now slightly hot.

At the same time, sweat was also secreted from Mr. Hong's forehead.

Wang Menghan looked at this scene and felt that the scene in the novel was completely reproduced. She said in surprise: "Exclusive skills, this is definitely a unique skill in the history of traditional Chinese medicine."

Wang Zhan agreed very much and took a deep breath and said, "The Thirteen Injections of the Ghost Gate have been lost for a long time. I didn't expect that the world will be reappeared in Mr. Hong's hands. It seems that Chinese traditional Chinese medicine has finally had hope of rising, and the hope is on Mr. Hong."

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Hong was even more happy.

He has always felt that if traditional Chinese medicine wants to rise, a leader in the traditional Chinese medicine industry must appear.

But who is this leader?

At this moment, Mr. Hong really wanted to say something to many people... Who else can I take it as my own?

long time!

The veteran Hong pulled the needle from Wang Qingtian. Looking at Wang Qingtian, he said with a tired look: "It is really not easy to use the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. It requires a lot of energy and energy."

"But the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are invincible. Mr. Wang, under my Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, your body's vitality has recovered by 30%. I will come to acupuncture for you next week, and then it will be all cured." Mr. Hong said confidently.

Wang Qingtian nodded and sighed: "The Thirteen Injections of Ghost Gate have been lost for too long. Many famous doctors in my country's history want to make up for it, but they are powerless. Today you have completed it, and you are destined to leave a strong mark in the medical field."

"This is natural." Although exhausted, when he thought of leaving his name in history, Old Hong's face was red and proudly said: "This is my lifelong pursuit."

Then he looked at Tang Zhun and said, "Did you see my medical skills? Now you should know what real medical skills are."

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan all nodded.

Only today did I realize that Mr. Hong is worthy of being an expert in traditional Chinese medicine.

Tang Zhun looked at Mr. Hong with a smile: "Are you really saving people, not causing trouble?"

"Can I cause trouble?" Hearing this sentence, Mr. Hong was even more angry. He smiled and said, "My medical skills have always been able to save people, how can he cause trouble? Don't talk nonsense..."

"puff!"

Just at this moment.

Wang Qingtian suddenly vomited blood.

Then slowly fell down.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan were frightened.

Mr. Hong immediately supported the fallen Wang Qingtian. He immediately took Wang Qingtian's pulse. After a while, his face pale and his body shook. He felt a bolt from the blue and said in disbelief: "Die? Mr. Wang... Is the king dead? This... this is impossible."

After hearing this, Wang Zhan came to his senses and immediately rushed forward.

"Dad, you can't have anything to do. Dad, the Wang family cannot lose you."

"Grandpa, grandpa, please open your eyes and look at me."

But Wang Qingtian's eyes did not open again.

"Thirteen needles for the Ghost Gate? Haha, is the one you really completing? "

At this moment, Tang Zhun's disdainful voice continued to sound: "I used a bullshit needle technique and made me tired."

"Not only did they not save people, they also killed people."

"Your acupuncture method should be changed to the Thirteen Needles for Death."

"You..." Old Hong was furious, but now he was suffering, how could he be?

How could you fail?

Tang Zhun shook his head and said, "Have you never tried this thirteen needles on humans before, but just tested it on some small animals?"

"You are just like that, and you dare to use this needle on people, haha, just to show off your abilities?"

Mr. Hong, who was preached by Tang Zhun, even trembled and almost fainted. He gritted his teeth and said, "I...I can't save it, but you can't do anything about it. Mr. Wang is dead, it's over, everything is over."

Tang Zhun looked up at him, shook his head, got up from his seat, walked to Wang Zhan, and Wang Menghan, and said lightly: "Get out of the way, you are blocking people to save people."

Wang Zhan and Wang Menghan were stunned.

No breathing anymore.

No heartbeat anymore.
Chapter completed!