Mu Qingyu knocked on the door and walked in with Lin Zifeng.

"Mr. Wang, this patient's family wants to borrow a set of silver needles."

Lin Zifeng smiled at Mr. Wang, "Hello Mr. Wang, can I lend you a silver needle?"

Mr. Wang frowned slightly when he heard this, "Why did you borrow the silver needle?"

"Save people." Lin Zifeng said.

"Do you know acupuncture?" Mr. Wang was a little surprised. Traditional Chinese medicine is in decline these days, and there are not many doctors who know acupuncture. .??.

"I know a little bit about it," Lin Zifeng said humbly.

Mr. Wang looked at the little boy on the hospital bed and said, "I only have two sets of silver needles. One is at home and the other is used on this child."

Lin Zifeng looked at the poisoned little boy again, and the double pupils of his heavenly eyes opened unconsciously. Lin Zifeng could clearly see the little boy's eight meridians, flesh and bones.

The little boy's poison had already entered his heart. Mr. Wang was quite powerful. Only thirteen silver needles temporarily sealed the poison and prevented it from entering his heart.

"I can cure his poison. I just hope that after I cure it, Mr. Wang can lend me the silver needle."

Although this poison has entered the heart, it is not overbearing and cruel. It is probably just a relatively common pesticide or food poisoning.

It's just that the poisoning time is too long and the poison is not treated properly, which leads to the toxin entering the heart.

"Can you figure it out?"

Mr. Wang was startled. He was an old Chinese medicine doctor for more than 40 years. The poison on the child in front of him could be cured by only five fingers of people in the entire Daxia Kingdom.

"Where did this rubbish come from? I'm not ashamed to say it. This child's poison has entered his heart veins and needs to be treated with Western medicine's electrotherapy and pulse-clearing method."

At this moment, a young man walked in from outside. Next to him was a middle-aged doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The middle-aged doctor with glasses glanced at Mr. Wang arrogantly, disdainfully

"It's really ridiculous that some people still believe in Chinese medicine now," he said.

Mr. Wang and Lin Zifeng both frowned slightly.

At this time, the young man in a suit and leather shoes spoke, "Auntie, this is a doctor of medicine who has just returned from studying in the United States. He has very high attainments in Western medicine. He is 50% sure that he can cure Xiaofang."

The optician nodded complacently and said: "Yes, 50% is my humble opinion. I am at least 70% sure."

When Li Wenya heard this, she seemed to have grasped at straws and hurriedly knelt down in front of the optician.

"Please save my child. I have money. As long as you can cure my son, I will give you one million."

Lin Zifeng's eyelids twitched, this seemingly ordinary woman could be so treacherous.

The doctor with glasses said with a satisfied smile: "Okay, send him to the intensive care unit, and I will treat him immediately. From now on, I still have to believe in Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine is just superficial."

The optician once again belittled Chinese medicine, and Mr. Wang frowned even more.

Although Chinese medicine is in decline, the opticians have gone too far.

The doctor with glasses took a step forward, looked at the silver needle on the little boy's body, and shouted: "Traditional Chinese medicine is harmful to people. They actually prick people with needles. If something happens, who is responsible?!"

With that said, the optician raised his hand and wanted to pull out the silver needle from the little boy's body.

Lin Zifeng immediately stepped forward to stop him, "You can't remove it. These silver needles temporarily suppress the toxins in his body. If the toxins are removed, the toxins will enter the heart in a short time, and then it will be really troublesome."

Lin Zifeng was just blocking it subconsciously. After all, this was about a human life.

The spectacled doctor pushed Lin Zifeng away and said angrily:

"Who are you? You delayed my rescue. If this child dies later, can you bear the responsibility?" Mu Qingyu knocked on the door and walked in with Lin Zifeng.

"Mr. Wang, this patient's family wants to borrow a set of silver needles."

Lin Zifeng smiled at Mr. Wang, "Hello Mr. Wang, can I lend you a silver needle?"

Mr. Wang frowned slightly when he heard this, "Why did you borrow the silver needle?"

"Save people." Lin Zifeng said.

"Do you know acupuncture?" Mr. Wang was a little surprised. Traditional Chinese medicine is declining these days, and there are not many doctors who know acupuncture.

"I know a little bit about it," Lin Zifeng said humbly.

Mr. Wang looked at the little boy on the hospital bed and said, "I only have two sets of silver needles. One is at home and the other is used on this child."

Lin Zifeng looked at the poisoned little boy again, and the double pupils of his heavenly eyes opened unconsciously. Lin Zifeng could clearly see the little boy's eight meridians, flesh and bones.

The little boy's poison had already entered his heart. Mr. Wang was quite powerful. Only thirteen silver needles temporarily sealed the poison and prevented it from entering his heart.

"I can cure his poison. I just hope that after I cure it, Mr. Wang can lend me the silver needle."

Although this poison has entered the heart, it is not overbearing and cruel. It is probably just a relatively common pesticide or food poisoning.

It's just that the poisoning time is too long and the poison is not treated properly, which leads to the toxin entering the heart.

"Can you figure it out?"

Mr. Wang was startled. He was an old Chinese medicine doctor for more than 40 years. The poison on the child in front of him could be cured by only five fingers of people in the entire Daxia Kingdom.

"Where did this rubbish come from? I'm not ashamed to say it. This child's poison has entered his heart veins and needs to be treated with Western medicine's electrotherapy and pulse-clearing method."

At this moment, a young man walked in from outside. Next to him was a middle-aged doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The middle-aged doctor with glasses glanced at Mr. Wang arrogantly, disdainfully

"It's really ridiculous that some people still believe in Chinese medicine now," he said.

Mr. Wang and Lin Zifeng both frowned slightly.

At this time, the young man in a suit and leather shoes spoke, "Auntie, this is a doctor of medicine who has just returned from studying in the United States. He has very high attainments in Western medicine. He is 50% sure that he can cure Xiaofang."

The optician nodded complacently and said: "Yes, 50% is my humble opinion. I am at least 70% sure."

When Li Wenya heard this, she seemed to have grasped at straws and hurriedly knelt down in front of the optician.

"Please save my child. I have money. As long as you can cure my son, I will give you one million."

Lin Zifeng's eyelids twitched, this seemingly ordinary woman could be so treacherous.

The doctor with glasses said with a satisfied smile: "Okay, send him to the intensive care unit, and I will treat him immediately. From now on, I still have to believe in Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine is just superficial."

The optician once again belittled Chinese medicine, and Mr. Wang frowned even more.

Although Chinese medicine is in decline, the opticians have gone too far.

The doctor with glasses took a step forward, looked at the silver needle on the little boy's body, and shouted: "Traditional Chinese medicine is harmful to people. They actually prick people with needles. If something happens, who is responsible?!"

With that said, the optician raised his hand and wanted to pull out the silver needle from the little boy's body.

Lin Zifeng immediately stepped forward to stop him, "You can't remove it. These silver needles temporarily suppress the toxins in his body. If the toxins are removed, the toxins will enter the heart in a short time, and then it will be really troublesome."

Lin Zifeng was just blocking it subconsciously. After all, this was about a human life.

The spectacled doctor pushed Lin Zifeng away and said angrily:
Chapter completed!