Chapter 582: Build a hospital for Baishi Village?

After paying, everyone left.

In the infirmary, only Zhang Fan and Han Jing were left.

"Brother Xiaofan, you are so awesome."

"There are twenty or thirty patients. I only saw three or four of them in the morning. You are fine, and you will be all done in one afternoon."

"There are the thirteen needles of Qihuang, are they really that powerful?"

After everyone left, Han Jing transformed into Zhang Fan's little fan and looked at Zhang Fan with admiration.

"The thirteen needles of Qihuang are in line with Zhuyu, but they are not the same."

"Vihuang is more realistic than Zhuyu's approach to deceitful means. Once a thirteen injection is released, it can basically cure most diseases."

"It's really amazing."

Zhang Fan looked at Han Jing very seriously.

He hopes that Han Jing can also learn this set of acupuncture methods.

Not only can it reduce the frequency of Zhang Fan coming to the infirmary to help, but it can also help Han Jing improve himself.

A kill of two birds with one stone.

"I want to learn, too."

"I also want to be as powerful as Brother Xiaofan in the future."

Han Jing expressed her excitement.

"Okay! I'll teach you."

Zhang Fan smiled and took out the silver needles.

"You have always learned traditional Chinese medicine, but the infirmary is a combination of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, so this is the first time I have taught you to apply acupuncture."

"You have to remember the basic method."

Zhang Fan pinched a silver needle with two fingers to demonstrate to Han Jing.

"is that so?"

Han Jing copied the words and pinched the needle according to Zhang Fan's posture.

It just looks a bit awkward.

"No, it should be like this. The silver needle fell into the gap between the two fingers and pinched two-thirds of it."

Zhang Fan smiled, held Han Jing's jade hand, and moved the position of the silver needle a little between Han Jing's fingers.

It immediately looked much more suitable.

Feeling the warmth coming from the back of his hand, Han Jing's pretty face showed a blush.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhang Fan, with autumn waves in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Looking at Han Jing's gaze, Zhang Fan showed suspicion.

What does this girl do?

"Ah? No, it's okay, I... I'm listening, you, you continue to teach me, I'm learning seriously."

Han Jing hesitated.

The pretty face, which was already blushing, is even more redder now.

It looks like ripe peaches, and they can pinch out water.

"Okay! Then I will continue to say, listen carefully."

Zhang Fan didn't know what Han Jing was thinking, but he just felt that this girl suddenly became strange.

"Um!"

Han Jing nodded obediently.

Zhang Fan stood up, walked to the mannequin in the infirmary and said, "You must remember the posture of holding the silver needle, and I will teach you how to apply the needle next."

It doesn't matter whether you can correctly grasp the silver needle.

There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand readers.

It’s not that you can get silver needles, but that is the best medical skills and the acupuncture method is excellent.

The most important thing is to correct acupuncture points and excellent acupuncture methods.

Each acupoint is marked on the human body model.

Han Jing stays in the infirmary every day, so she has long been familiar with the acupuncture points above.

With a perfect foundation, Zhang Fan believes that Han Jing will get started quickly.

"Look, among the people, Shaoshang, these two acupoints can only fall by one-sixth when they are put into the needle with the thirteen needles of Qihuang."

"But Yinbai and Lingliang, these two places are different. You need to drop two-thirds of the needle when dropping the needle."

Zhang Fan grabbed Han Jing's hand and taught step by step.

And Zhang Fan will give a detailed explanation of the depth of each needle drop.

Han Jing nodded in a vague way.

"Okay, you can try these four needles first."

Learning and selling now is the best way to remember.

"First among the people, then Shao Shang, and one-sixth of the needle fell."

Han Jing remembered what Zhang Fan said and at the same time, he took the needle as Zhang Fan's request.

"The needle is crooked."

Zhang Fan looked at Han Jing with amusement and tears, stood behind her, held Han Jing's hand again, and straightened the falling silver needle.

"The needle should be straight."

Zhang Fan reminded.

"I'll grab you, and you continue to drop the needle."

Zhang Fan had no intention of letting go, but just grabbed Han Jingyu's hand and the strength was much smaller.

"Um."

Han Jing's voice was weak and weak, almost undetectable.

The pretty face of the blushing face is hot at this moment.

If Zhang Fan and Han Jing hadn't been almost facing each other, he wouldn't have heard what the other party said.

Han Jing led Zhang Fan's hand and steadily dropped the needle.

"This is very good. People and Shaoshang have settled well. You have already succeeded by one-sixth of the success."

Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

He could feel that Han Jing's breathing had become a little rapid at this moment.

Realizing that the posture was too intimate, Zhang Fan smiled awkwardly, quickly let go of his hand and stood a little further.

"Brother Xiaofan, why... why did you let go?"

Han Jing asked in confusion.

She felt that she seemed to like this feeling very much.

Especially when Zhang Fan grasped his hands, it felt like they were holding hands.

"ah?"

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her hand again.

Continue to drop the needle.

The whole process lasted for an hour.

The sky outside the infirmary was completely dark.

Zhang Fan then said, "Let's go home, let's go home, the rest are teaching you later. Sister-in-law and the others must have prepared the meal and waited for us."

"good!"

Han Jing obediently agreed, sorted out the infirmary and locked the door with the key.

Then he left with Zhang Fan.

On the way back to the villa.

Han Jing was shy like a newly married girl, following Zhang Fan silently without saying a word.
To be continued...