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Now, the whole scene was silent, everyone held their breath and silenced, stretched their necks, and wanted to see how this young man cured the "dead".

In Jiang Feng's opinion, although Mr. Zhao was lying on the cart, although his face was withered, his lips were black, and he had no breathing or pulse, he was not dead. His breathing and heartbeat stopped due to cardiopulmonary failure.

Of course, this non-intermittent respiratory and heartbeat stop will not recover on its own. If the treatment is not done in time, the patient will die soon. In this extremely dangerous situation, if the doctor cannot judge the condition and thinks that the patient is dead, then the patient will have only one way to die.

In fact, in such situations, not to mention such a Grade A hospital, even Yanjing Medical College, which is known as the capital of the national hospital, the number of people who have weak vital signs will be misdiagnosed, and patients with weak vital signs will be sentenced to "death penalty".

Only a medical master like Jiang Feng can tell through careful observation. In fact, when Jiang Feng saw Mr. Zhao for the first time, he thought Mr. Zhao was helpless. However, he carefully observed it carefully and found that Mr. Zhao's deep collarbone swelled slightly.

With just this moment, Jiang Feng had a conclusion in his mind.

Mr. Zhao is not dead yet.

There is still rescue.

Of course, even if the attending physician diagnoses the doctor, he may not be able to save his life. In the end, he can only watch a life reaching the end.

Because they have no clever means.

Jiang Feng only said that he could cure it because he knew a unique skill, "Thirteen Needles of Ghost Life", which was transformed from the master of traditional Chinese medicine Li Qingyuan. There are less than ten people in the world who know this unique skill, let alone such a unique skill is not easily circulated.

The thirteen needles of the ghost life are taken to the ghost. Even if the patient has already stepped to the gate of hell, as long as the needle is applied in time, he can still be pulled back from the gate of hell.

When Jiang Feng took the silver needle, he did not apply the needle directly, but opened a box of precious supplements they brought. In the exquisitely packaged box, there was a slap ginseng.

Jiang Feng should not care whether the ginseng is expensive or not. He tore it with his hands, cut it into a mud-like ball of juice like kneading dough, and then pinch it into a thin piece, peel off Mr. Zhao's mouth, put the thin piece of ginseng under Mr. Zhao's tongue, and then close his mouth.

After doing all this, he began to apply needles to Mr. Zhao.

Because he was treating the dying person, Jiang Feng used the needle very quickly and had reached the limit of his hand speed.

The needle was lifted and the silver needle was stabbed in Mr. Zhao's Renzhong point, Zhongguan point, Zhongfu point, Qingling point, Yunmen point, Shaoshang point, Chize point, Shaochong point, Shaohai point, He point, Tianchi point, Zhongchong point, and Quze point.

When you pull out the needle, it is as fast as lightning, and you can't see clearly at all.

Until now, the leaders of the hospital, including medical staff, believed that the young people in front of them were not making a fuss here, because Jiang Feng's acupuncture technique was a professional, and he was very skilled and superb. Such a quick acupuncture technique could not be used without twenty years of skill.

However, the hospital leaders who saw this scene were not happy or sad. If the young man in front of him really cured Mr. Zhao, how could they have their face? How should they explain to Secretary Zhao?

So, at this time, the faces of ten hospital leaders including the president Bai Lu, as well as Mr. Zhao's attending physician Wang Qubing, all became extremely solemn.

On the contrary, after seeing Jiang Feng's needle-producing technique, Zhao Shubin's originally solemn face stretched out and a happy look on his face. He stared at Jiang Feng's hands for a moment, but he still couldn't see clearly.

At this time, Jiang Feng began to twist the needle, and saw his hands wandering up and down like a butterfly, moving up and down in the tit-for-tat manner, with agile and moderate movements. He gradually increased his strength...

"Cough~~"

Suddenly, a faint cough sounded.

When the onlookers heard this sound, the bodies of the onlookers were shocked, especially the two medical staff who were pushing the cart and the onlookers. They seemed to see a ghost and looked terrified on their faces, because the cough came from the "corpse" on the cart, which was the mouth of Mr. Zhao.

"Cough...cough...cough...cough..." Mr. Zhao coughed one after another, and gasped rapidly while coughing. Without a stethoscope, he could hear the sound like a bellows. This is a symptom caused by the "qi sinking" of patients with emphysema. The so-called Qi sinking is the obstruction of the lung meridian, and the human body's qi sinking deeply and cannot be lifted up. Mr. Zhao's rapid and loud breathing is actually pulling out the qi. However, he not only has lung insufficiency, but his heart function is also in a state of failure due to long-term coronary heart disease. Where can he pull up the qi?

However, after the treatment of the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Life, Mr. Zhao saved his life and was not in danger of life yet.

"Oh my god, it's amazing, all the dead are being treated!"

"This young man is not simple!"

"Yes, what a miracle doctor!"

"Okay...the miracle doctor..."

"Baoba...baoba..."

Praise, cheers, and applause rang.

Amid the praises and cheers of everyone, the hospital staff, from the director Bai Lu to the young nurse, looked red and white, and it was so ugly that it was so ugly that they all lowered their heads, hoping to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Zhao Shubin was as excited as a child, constantly shaking his father's arm: "Dad, you live...you're fine, as long as you're fine, as long as you're fine..."

"Stop shaking, the patient is very weak, and he will be shaken to death if he doesn't die!" Jiang Feng gave Zhao Shubin a blank look.

"Ah..." Zhao Shubin's face was shocked, and he immediately stopped shaking his father. He blushed and embarrassed, but he was not angry. Instead, he held Jiang Feng's hand with joy: "Young man, you, you are so powerful, you are a miracle doctor, me, I..." Speaking of this, Zhao Shubin lowered his head ashamedly: "I have eyes but no eyes but no knowledge of Taishan. I offended you and ask for your understanding..."

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

The deputy secretary of the municipal party committee actually whispered to a young man like a sinner.

Especially Tang Wan, who was already scared, now saw that things had a huge reversal. Jiang Feng had offended Secretary Zhao, but now Secretary Zhao wants to accompany Jiang Feng.

What a contrast!

Jiang Feng once again exceeded Tang Wan's expectations.

At this time, Tang Wan's passionate gaze at Jiang Feng was actually in there something that could be called worship.

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