"Doctor Lan, look at my dad, why didn't he react?"

Under the instruction of the blue sky, Chuchu fed several spoonfuls of this black lacquer and black thing in a row, but Chuchu's father still did not wake up.

Moreover, his whole body has not changed at all from before, but the Chinese medicine on the corners of his mouth makes him look even more creepy.

Lan Tian was also a little puzzled at this time. It is logical that the medicine should be cured, after all, this is poison.

But he could not increase the dosage anymore. Although the medicinal properties can be regulated, he could not really drink poison as chicken soup. Following the procedure, he was poisoned to death by the poison.

Lan Tian frowned, reached out and took his pulse, carefully sensing Chuchu's father's pulse.

Still nothing has changed.

He rolled his eyelids again to see if there was any improvement in his bloodline.

But there is no.

Is her father a legendary wooden man?

Lan Tian was a little confused. He licked his lips and asked Chuchu: "Has your father used to be like this? What's going on in Yinlin Hospital? Tell me about it."

Chuchu's eyes were a little wet, and she wiped tears on the back of her hands and whimpered: "No, this was not the case when I was in the hospital before. In the hospital, I used infusion."

After hearing this unhelpful words, Lan Tian thought about it for a while, put his finger into the plate of black lacquer Chinese medicine, dipped it, and put it in his mouth to taste it.

I squeaked my mouth a few times.

My body is indeed invincible, but the effect of the poison can still be experienced. The frequency of the heartbeat has increased significantly, so there should be no problem with this medicine.

Does that question appear on this Chuchu father?

Lan Tian looked at the old man leaning on the back of the chair and shouted, "Xiao Xuan, take me the flashlight."

Xiao Xuan found a flashlight from the miscellaneous items in the cabinet, which was the kind of bright light. This was placed here during the decoration. After using the blue sky, it was placed here casually. It was also used today.

Because Lantian examines the patient's condition and takes the pulse, he can't use this thing normally.

Lantian was like teaching children to write, teaching Xiaoxuan step by step, comparing the position, and saying, "You are holding it like this."

He adjusted Xiao Xuan's hand and let the light of the flashlight shine in the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Hiss--" Lan Tian took a breath.

Chuchu's father had yellow teeth in his mouth and his tongue coating was very white. He looked inside and his throat was very bad. His throat was different from normal people. He felt a little careless and rough.

Lan Tian thought to himself that it was not good. This disease is not an internal medicine department. When he took the pulse and took the doctor, he didn't realize it. He didn't think that Chuchu's father would have problems in this place.

That's right, the part connected to the throat and the lower part has lost most of its absorption capacity due to disease, and the medicine liquid has also been filtered.

Just like a funnel made of gauze, the filth and pathological debris filtered the medicine liquid.

No wonder it has no effect. If it does, it must be poison like the Hedinghong!

Lan Tian opened the silver needle box from the table and took out a few tiny silver needles.

Since you don’t have any absorption ability, I will help you absorb it!

Lan Tian thought to himself, then he clamped the three silver needles between his fingers, inserted three pieces in an orderly manner according to the position of the esophageal tube, and arranged them in a row in a longitudinal direction.

Then Lantian tore open the young man's sick clothes on his chest and prepare for the next injection.

This tearing doesn't matter. The three people, including Lan Tian, ​​broke out in cold sweats all over and quickly closed their eyes.

There was almost only a layer of skin left on the wide skeleton, with skinny and visible ribs, dense scars, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and different shapes, but it was very miserable, as if a giant had fallen.

But he adjusted back in a moment. He saw this situation a lot, but this time it was a bit sudden.

This skin, which is like the surface of the moon, is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Maybe this middleman has some story.

Then my medicine has no effect. I guess this heart problem is not a simple problem.

This time, I did have a mistake, and no wonder Yinlin Hospital has been unable to cure it.

They probably haven't seen this disease.

He once again investigated the condition of the middle-aged man. This time he not only took his pulse, but also tried it with the remaining silver needle on his hand, feeling like he was facing a dead body with no chance of life.

The last thing he checked was the heart, because there were too many heart problems, so he put it in the end.

Under the probe of the silver needle, it seemed that there was a connection between Lan Tian’s mind and the tip of the silver needle, and the whole scene appeared in Lan Tian’s mind.

The heart was probably very strong, but it was exhausted very thoroughly, as if it was overdrafted.

After finding the cause, Lantian slowly stabbed the silver needle along the bottom of the heart.

The three positions where Lantian first applied the needle were already at the capillary hole, and black blood flowed out, first like rice grains, and then as the blood beads grew bigger and bigger, the blood beads in the three needle holes actually flowed together and formed a blood flow.

Moreover, the color of blood was very terrifying. Chuchu covered her mouth and stepped back, and her already soft legs were even more trembling because of the fright.

Although Xiao Xuan has practiced his mental quality well these days, he will inevitably feel a certain amount of pressure when seeing this scene one after another. With the fishy smell of blood, he covered his mouth and kept retching.

Lan Tian looked serious and did not relax at all. The first three needles were used to draw blood, so the three needles in his hand should be used to allow blood to flow at high speed.

He silently recited the medical skills given to him by Old Man Nie, and then used his left hand to fumble on Chuchu's father's chest to find a location.

Suddenly, the left hand stopped, the index finger determined the final position, and the right hand immediately sent a silver needle. After this, the three needles went down, the blood flow increased slightly, but it was only a slight slight.

Not enough!

A dense bead of sweat emerged from Lantian's forehead, and his hands were moving faster and faster.

Md didn't give him any more than he had to do, and his heart beat faster first.

Since it doesn't work, I'll give you a great deal. I think it's OK!

Lan Tian took out two needles from the silver needle box!

Thicker and longer than the previous three!

He poked the last two needles in a regular pentagonal shape according to the position of the three needles on his chest.

Immediately, Chuchu's father's body trembled, and the blood on his neck stopped flowing out. I don't know if it had dried up or was suppressed.

Only the blue sky knows.

This acupuncture method was adapted from the basic acupuncture method in Old Man Nie's medical books, because he did not know many advanced acupuncture methods, and Chuchu's father in front of him did not have much time to learn it.

Although this set of acupuncture is acupuncture, it is better to say it is a poison technique that lays the foundation for acupuncture!
Chapter completed!