Thirty-six bright silver needles were stabbed behind Vivian, but Vivian couldn't feel any pain at all. This strange situation made Old Mike's eyes widen.

The education he received since childhood could not understand such a magical thing at all. It was like the needle pierced in the back of Vivian's head, which was ten centimeters long, and the boss suddenly stabbed it into a depth of five or six centimeters. That was the back of the head. The needle was stabbed in so straight and unconsciously. Isn't this life-threatening?

But, Vivian, who loves to prick, did not react at all. Not to mention the pain, she didn't even feel anything when she was pricked just now. She only felt a little swollen after all six needles were pricked on her body.

And all these thirty-six needles were stabbed into Vivian, but she still had no sense of anything. This simply subverted the knowledge that Old Mike had known for more than 60 years!

Of course, if an old Chinese doctor who is proficient in acupuncture sees Yang Jing's acupuncture, he will definitely be surprised to even fall off his chin. Because when Yang Jing applied the acupuncture, most of the silver needles were stabbed into Vivian's body through a layer of sheets. In other words, Yang Jing inadvertently showed his skill of "recognizing the acupoints through clothes". This skill in Chinese acupuncture is the legendary skill!

Yang Jing moved his arms and ten fingers, and a "crackling" sound came from between his bones.

"The following is the most critical moment of acupuncture. Mike, no matter what incredible situation you see, don't bother me. OK?"

At this time, Old Mike seemed to have seen God's devout believer. Apart from nodding desperately, how could he dare to break out?

Yang Jing held his breath and concentrated, his arms suddenly stretched out, and began to move quickly above the thirty-six silver needles, while his hands turned into a phantom, either bounced, twisted, disc, scraped, shake, or flew...

A series of needle-wiring techniques were used by Yang Jing to the extreme. When he stopped breathing slightly, Old Mike only saw the thirty-six bright silver needles that seemed to come alive in an instant, and they seemed to be grass blown by the breeze. Anyway, the thirty-six silver needles were shaking violently in different postures.

"Yo... a little sour... Oh, a little numb and a little itchy..." Old Mike couldn't even say a word, but Vivian, who was lying down, finally reacted. After all, in the short ten seconds just now, Yang Jing inputted a large amount of energy into Vivian's body through these thirty-six silver needles.

Seeing that Vivian reacted, Yang Jing smiled.

Yang Jing has never used this method of using the Five Elements to Replenish the Heaven's Thirty-Six Needles before. According to the Taoist Medicine, if the needle is used to transport the needle, once the needle recipient has different reactions, it means that the needle is successfully transported.

Obviously, the energy he had now entered has begun to work in Vivian's body.

It is a good thing to react. If there is no response, it will directly indicate that acupuncture has no effect on Vivian's disease.

Seeing this situation, Yang Jing was naturally full of joy. The needle movement and needle movement just now, although it took only a few dozen seconds, Yang Jing consumed a lot of energy, even more than the energy consumed for the grandfather to condition his body. The one in front of him is Old Mike's wife, otherwise, if it were an ordinary person, Yang Jing would really not be willing to spend so much energy.

As Vivian hummed for several minutes, a foul smell accompanied by some dark brown sweat began to emanate from Vivian's body.

This smell is so pungent that those who don’t know think it’s like a corpse that has been rotting for dozens of days.

Old Mike covered his nose and asked Yang Jing: "Cole, is this normal?"

Yang Jing nodded quietly, and then said, "When Vivian stops sweating, you can take her to the bathroom to clean it. This smell is not very pleasant, but this just means that my acupuncture technique has already worked."

Hearing this, Old Mike didn't dislike the smell of bad smell. He lay on the head of the bed and held one of Vivian's hands tightly.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Yang Jing said: "I'll go out and avoid it first. After you wash Vivian, don't put on clothes first. There is no needle in front of you, but now it's only half done. After washing, cover the sheets, just say hello to me and I'm outside the door."

As he said that, Yang Jing's hands started to dance again. In just a few seconds, all the thirty-six silver needles were put away. Then Yang Jing walked out the door.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door with a very good sound insulation effect, Yang Jing saw that there was chaos outside.

A gray-haired old doctor was negotiating with Nathan Brown there, while two nurses and two security guards stood aside and looked at the six bodyguards who came with Yang Jing with angry eyes.

Seeing Yang Jing walk out, Nathan immediately got rid of the doctor, walked up and whispered: "The nurse wants to enter, but I didn't let him in. Then she called the doctor and the security guard, but they were all blocked by me."

Yang Jing patted Nathan on the shoulder and said, "It's a good job." After that, Yang Jing walked towards the doctor.

"You are their boss? Why did you let your people block the door and prevent us from entering? This is a hospital, not your company!" The doctor looked angry. Although he lowered his voice, he could still hear the anger in his words.

Yang Jing shook his head slightly and whispered: "Doctor, don't be so impatient first, listen to me explain it to you."

After pausing, Yang Jing pointed to the door of the ward and asked, "I guess you should know the identity of the patient inside, right?"

The doctor nodded and said, "I know that Mrs. Vivian Ale's identity is very noble, and I also know that Mrs. Ale's husband is a rich man, but here, identity cannot represent anything. No matter what her identity is, there is only one identity here, that is, the patient!"

Yang Jing nodded slightly and asked, "Then you should know that after Mr. Mike Aller was hospitalized, he would donate 10 million US dollars to your center, right?"

The doctor was stunned and his face calmed down, "We are very grateful to Mr. Aler for his donation to our center, so our center will use the best resources to treat Mrs. Aler. Please don't worry about this."

Yang Jing smiled slightly and said, "Tell you the truth, I am the boss of Mike Aller. I am here to visit Vivian. Moreover, I will take up about an hour of your time. During this period, you'd better not try to enter this ward. After I leave, you can check it any way you want."

As he said that, Yang Jing raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's just about ten minutes passed, so you need to wait about fifty minutes before you get in. I hope you can understand what I mean, and if you can follow what I just said, then after I leave, I will instruct Mr. Al to donate another five million dollars to your center. So, whether your center can get these five million dollars depends on whether you can wait quietly for fifty minutes."

Yang Jing didn't speak loudly when he said this, but the doctor was stunned.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then turned around and left very happily. Of course, when he left, he also called the two nurses and the two bodyguards away.

Nathan and Yang Jing were familiar with each other, and when they saw this, they couldn't help but whisper to the boss, and then asked in a low voice: "BOSS, would that if that doctor really waited patiently for fifty minutes, would you really ask Mr. Aler to donate another five million?"

Yang Jing said with joy: "That depends on Vivian's situation in fifty minutes. I just said it casually. As for whether to donate or not, it depends on Mike's mood."

Nathan was stunned by one sentence. Yang Jing laughed twice, patted the guy on the shoulder, then walked to the couplet chair next to the door of the ward and sat down, leisurely crossing his legs.

More than twenty minutes later, Old Mike pushed open the door of the ward and nodded at Yang Jing. Only then did Yang Jing walk into the ward again. Several tall and powerful bodyguards blocked the door again.

Not far away, the families of several patients and some doctors and nurses pointed at the scene, but no one dared to come here at all.

Yang Jing, who walked into the ward, saw Vivian lying on the hospital bed covered with a thin sheet, with a very good face. She no longer had the pale face when she saw her just now, which made Yang Jing feel more relaxed.

"Hey, Cole, Mike told me your magical acupuncture technique just now. Thank you really."

Yang Jing smiled slightly, "Vivian, I will give you an acupuncture next time. As for whether my acupuncture can completely cure your disease, I will have to wait until I finish the acupuncture this time to confirm. So, don't be excited now, relax, just treat it as preparing to go to bed."

Vivian nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Jing moved his arms and hands again, and then disinfected, carried the needles, and finally accompanied by dark brown sweat and the strong stench, he pulled the thirty-six bright silver needles off Vivian's body.

And compared to the needle transport just now, this time it was obviously more magical, because just on Vivian's face, there were four silver needles, one of which was pierced between his eyebrows.

You should know that there is a hard forehead bone between the eyebrows, but this silver needle, which is seven or eight centimeters long, has been stabbed in more than half...

If it weren't for the experience just now, I'm afraid that Old Mike would have jumped up now.
Chapter completed!