The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 387
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Upon hearing this, everyone present instantly exploded.
“Son of a bitch, what did you say?”
“Are you cursing the old man to death?”
“Hua Lao is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo. He eats more salt than you eat rice. How dare you slander Hua Lao?”
“Three talents can penetrate the secluded world, and the peerless magic needle is not even familiar to us. What do you, a young boy, know about the ninth needle?
“Young man, you can eat randomly, but you can’t talk nonsense. Please apologize quickly…” Not only did the Song family’s nephew yell at Ye Fan, but Chen Jishi and the others also scolded him with straight faces, wanting to push Ye Fan to the ground and rub him.
To question national players like Hua Qingfeng is to question their group, their vision and medical skills.
Hua Qingfeng also stared at Ye Fan with a dark face, but under his anger, he still had a sense of dignity.
Zhu Changsheng frowned. Although he felt that Mark’s words were inappropriate, he didn’t say anything. After experiencing his wife’s incident, he trusted Mark unconditionally.
Ye Fan said there was something wrong with the ninth shot, so there must be something wrong with the ninth shot.
“Everyone, please be quiet.”
After Song Jinyu looked closely at Ye Fan, he waved his hand to signal everyone present to be quiet: “This is the doctor brought by Mr. Zhu. Although he is young, he must be of some standard and will not talk nonsense.”
He added: “Everyone, listen to his explanation…” Zhu Changsheng nodded slightly: “Yes, I am not a useless doctor. I have something in my hands.”
Hearing that it was the doctor brought by Zhu Changsheng, the nearly 100 people became a little quieter, but they were still full of contempt for Mark.
“You are so young, what can you do?”
“I guess Mr. Zhu was deceived by him…” “Three Talents Tongyou is something he has never seen before. He probably didn’t even know about the first shot, and the ninth shot.”
Everyone laughed at Mark in a low voice.
Several female members of the Song family also disagreed, feeling that Mark was pretending to be sophisticated and seeking the limelight.
“Mr. Hua, I respect you very much.”
Ye Fan looked at Hua Qingfeng: “I also know that you are not saving people for money, but you sincerely want Mr. Song to be well.”
“But out of responsibility for the patient, I still want to advise you to be cautious.”
“You should have an idea of whether the ninth needle is unique or something you figured out on your own.”
“One shot will make you alive, one shot will kill you. Hua Lao should think twice.”
After finishing speaking, Ye Fan glanced at the middle-aged fat woman, and saw that her dull eyes became sharp, staring at Hua Qingfeng motionlessly.
Before Chen Jishi and the others could speak, Hua Qingfeng asked coldly: “Do you know the three talents that lead to the secluded world?”
Ye Fan smiled: “Understand a little.”
“Humph, you ignorant boy!”
It’s better not to say that he understands it a little bit. As soon as he said it, Hua Qingfeng’s face suddenly turned cold: “Three Talents Tongyou is a peerless magic needle. It took me decades to find the only copy, and it took me a year to learn it before I could barely master the nine needles.”
“What kind of skills do you know?”
“Don’t come out to sensationalize just because you’ve read a few local stall novels. It will embarrass you and make you pay the price.”
“If young people want to achieve success, the most important thing is to be down-to-earth and work hard step by step instead of being arrogant.”
“Otherwise, sooner or later, nothing will be accomplished and Mr. Zhu’s trust will be betrayed.”
Hua Qingfeng scolded Ye Fan and reminded Zhu Changsheng not to be deceived.
Song Jinyu looked at Zhu Changsheng and asked, “Mr. Zhu, which hospital does this little brother come from…” Zhu Changsheng smiled lightly: “I invited him from Longdu, he can’t be a liar.”
Chen Jishi labeled Ye Fan: “If he’s not a liar, then he’s just a fledgling fool?”
“Mr. Hua didn’t believe it, even though he was cured by the injection.”
“As soon as the ninth needle falls, Mr. Song will tremble all over, his eyes will bulge, blood will spurt from his mouth, and then he will curl up in a ball and die.”
Ye Fan didn’t give Hua Qingfeng any face: “Because the eight stitches in the previous book are dredging, and the ninth stitch you figured out is blocking.”
“The blood and essence released by the eight needles were about to run wildly through the meridians of the body, but they were blindly blocked by your ninth needle.”
“As a result, the bloodline will inevitably be reversed, the five internal organs will be damaged, and life will be at risk.”
Ye Fan ignored the hostile looks of dozens of people and told the symptoms and reasons in one breath.
The female members of the Song family were stunned when they heard this. They seemed a little surprised that Ye Fan was so confident, but they soon became disdainful.
At Ye Fan’s age, let alone being a knowledgeable person, he is probably not familiar with acupuncture, so why should he question Hua Qingfeng?
“Running wildly, running for thousands of miles, talking about one thing after another, but it’s a pity that it’s of no use at all.”
Chen Jishi snorted coldly: “You are young and if you don’t learn well, you will be claptrap.”
“Xiao Chen, stop talking to him.”
Hua Qingfeng went over the acupuncture in his mind, straightened his body and looked at Ye Fan and said, “Young man, today, I want you to take a look. Is this ninth needle going to harm people or save them?”
“After this injection, if something happens to Mr. Song, I will give you the Qingfeng Hall in Longdu.”
“If Mr. Song is fine, you are not allowed to practice medicine in the future, so as not to harm others and yourself, and also bring trouble to Mr. Zhu.”
He directly made a bet with Ye Fan: “Young man, do you dare to challenge?”
Song Jinyu hurriedly spoke out: “Mr. Hua, calm down, young people are immature, forget it, forget it…” “Other things can be counted, but this question of my medical skills cannot be counted.”
Hua Qingfeng looked at Ye Fan with cold eyes: “Don’t you think that I will figure out the ninth injection by myself?
Stand up and challenge me.”
Chen Jishi and the others also sneered and stared at Ye Fan, not thinking that he had the courage to challenge him. After all, liars dare not see the truth.
Several female members of the Song family even curled their lips, convinced that Mark was going to be a coward.
How can Ye Fan challenge a national player like Hua Lao?
Zhu Changsheng frowned slightly and wanted to say something but was stopped by Mark.
Ye Fan smiled: “Okay, if nothing happens to Mr. Hua with this ninth injection, I will no longer practice medicine and go back to the countryside.”
“It’s a deal.”
Hua Qingfeng also stopped Song Jinyu from speaking, and then administered the ninth needle to Song Wansan.
After some operations, Song Wansan soon had another red line on his body, making his face even more rosy.
The hands that were originally thin and stiff also began to tremble, allowing people to feel the life on them.
Ye Fan found that the fat middle-aged nurse, who was originally tense, had returned to her original dull expression.
“Great, great, Mr. Song’s condition has improved.”
“I haven’t seen this kind of ruddy color for a long time. This is the movement of blood and vitality.”
“Mr. Song, can you hear me?”
Seeing that Song Wansan’s condition was gradually improving, Chen Jishi and the others cheered for Hua Qingfeng, and they did not forget to sneer at Ye Fan: “This kid is going home to feed the pigs.”
The female members of the Song family also looked at Mark with joy.
“Ah——” At this moment, the rosy-cheeked Song Wansan suddenly screamed strangely, his whole body trembled, and his eyes bulged like dead fish.
Before Hua Qingfeng reached out to support him, he spit out another mouthful of blood.
The next second, Song Wansan’s body curled up uncontrollably, as if he had just been a cooked prawn.
At the same time, the instrument alarm sounded loudly… beep beep beep – life was in danger.
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