"Do I have the right to speak to you?" Old Tang glared at him.

Song Ling was a little excited, and was busy winking Qin Dahai. Mr. Tang had a reputation as a saint in Penghai City, but he had always been unable to see his head. He just had a name in the city hospital. If Mr. Tang really took action, Qin Datang's life would have been saved. Her spirit has been tense these days. She could hardly hold on to her husband's life and the whereabouts of her son.

Qin Dahai raised his lips slightly and said, "Okay, I admit my mistake, you can take action."

Everyone's faces became very exciting. Even Mr. Tang didn't expect that the guy in front of him would admit his mistake simply. Seeing that this kid was domineering and full of confidence, he was a lord who would rather die than surrender. How could he admit his mistake so shamelessly?

Mr. Tang's domineering aura was forced to hold back by Qin Dahai, which made his face look ugly, but the water splashed out of the words he said was not as shameless as Qin Dahai. He directly ordered the medical staff around to marry a set of silver needles, and at the same time wrote more than ten Chinese herbal medicines and told people to get the medicine.

Acupuncture is a technical job, and you can't do anything without decades of immersion.

Mr. Tang ordered the nurse to push Qin Datang into a special ward, and then like a local emperor, the number-one doctor in the city hospital made the prepared medicinal materials into a pitch black paste. Then he was unceremonious to drive out the group of guys who wanted to observe. After all, this time he had to apply acupuncture to the brain, and there was no room for any mistake. Although he was very confident, he was responsible for the patients.

Only Qin Dahai was observed in the whole room, and even Song Ling was driven out by Mr. Tang without hesitation.

"Boy, I asked you to stay to make you understand that you should not be too crazy. Keep your mouth shut for me throughout the whole process, otherwise I will never be responsible if your father has an accident." Old Tang scolded bluntly.

Qin Dahai just nodded and sat aside without saying a word.

Seeing his attitude, Old Tang was discouraged, glared at him, then took a deep breath to adjust his condition to the best. After taking off Qin Datang's top, he flexibly grasped the major acupoints of Qin Datang's body with both hands. After Qin Datang's pale face became rosy, he opened the medicine box and took out a set of silver needles. The silver needles were extraordinary, short and long, thin and thick, each one was extremely thin and soft, and they were held in his hand and shaking.

Taking out a silver needle, Old Tang's eyes trembled with his eyes, and the silver needle quickly penetrated Qin Datang's brain, neither deep nor shallow, and just three points.

"Using Qi to control the needle, you are indeed capable."

Qin Datang nodded silently.

With the memory of Qin Huayang’s old antique for hundreds of years, he is not a novice. Besides, the old antique has a lot of experience in medical skills. When the silver needle penetrates Qin Datang’s brain, it becomes as hard as an embroidery needle. This is impossible without decades of qi cultivation.

Old Tang was not in the mood to observe Qin Dahai. He took out silver needles one after another and stabbed them into Qin Datang's brain. After nine injections, a trace of sweat also oozed out of his forehead, and he didn't care about wiping his sweat. This was the perfect period when the patient's physical potential was stimulated and developed. He took the paste made of medicinal materials and smeared it on various acupoints on Qin Datang's upper body.

After a while, Qin Datang's body began to tremble slightly. You could vaguely see that the nine silver needles on Qin Datang's brain began to turn dark red, and Qin Dahai obviously felt that Qin Datang's body functions began to gradually recover.

Seeing this, Mr. Tang couldn't help but feel a little proud. The Nine Palace Silver Needle was his specialty. In the formation, he thought he could rank in the top few in China.

"Boy, how?"

Seeing Qin Dahai silent, Mr. Tang couldn't help but say sternly. He wanted to make this shameless boy bow his head.

But the result still made him a little helpless. Qin Dahai's face did not change at all, and his voice was very dull: "Use the Nine Palace Silver Needle to lock the brain's life gate, and apply twelve major acupoints to stimulate blood vessels with Shengji San. It can not only restrain the burden on the patient's weak brain of Shengji San, but also awaken the self-resuscitation ability and repair brain trauma without losing a single point. From the current level of traditional Chinese medicine, you are considered a miracle doctor."

Old Tang was very happy: "You kid still have some vision and know that your vitality is gone. You are pretty good at this age."

But I soon woke up again. There were only a few people in China who called me a miracle doctor and could make me happy. What can I be proud of when I praise this shameless boy?

"It's just a pity that's still almost done."
Chapter completed!