Farming Boy With A Magic Ring

0Not only were the doctors stunned when they saw Yang Hsingchen and his leisurely stride into the operating theater, even Tang Yuvyuv's mother, Qing Yue, who had just been pulled up by the doctor, had a surprised look on her face. She pointed at their backs with tears streaming down her face. " It's the New Year, this, this..."    0

    

Tang Danian let out a long sigh, "Let her do as she pleases. If she doesn't make a move, she will fight us to the death. She had a deep relationship with her brother and sister. Sigh!"    

    

Yang Hsingchen knew that with his current strength, there was no way he could save the dead. Although the Five Soul Chasing Needles could save the dead within 48 hours. However, the prerequisite was that he had to refine some spiritual energy in his body. Now, not to mention spiritual energy, even his Genuine Qi had just broken through. It was pitifully little.    

    

However, it wasn't like there was no way out. There was no spiritual energy, but there was spiritual water in the Ring Space! Although spiritual water was very expensive, saving people was more important. It was worth sacrificing a little bit of spiritual water.    

    

"Youyou, you block me here without my permission. Don't let anyone come in to avoid disturbing me." After walking into the operating theater, Yang Hsingchen did not close the door. He just casually gave an order. He then took out a needle from his pocket.    

    

It was not that he did not want to keep it a secret, but the key was that there was a probe in the procedure. Since it could not be kept a secret, he might as well not even close the door.    

    

At this moment, the doctors and nurses all walked to the door. They looked at Yang Hsingchen as if they were looking at a fool. It was not just them, but also Tang Danian, his wife, and Tang Yan's comrades. They temporarily stopped their sadness and looked at Yang Hsingchen in confusion.    

    

Geniuses and lunatics were usually only one step away from each other. This kid was either a genius or a madman, but judging from the current situation, he was definitely a madman!    

    

This was what everyone at the entrance thought.    

    

Inside the room, Yang Hsingchen secretly felt lucky. Only now did he realize that his Genuine Qi had improved by a lot, which made him very happy in his heart. He never thought that he could improve his cultivation by driving a car. There was no one else who had such good luck.    

    

Holding the five needles, he suddenly shouted, "Five Soul Chasing Needles!" His wrist seemed to have moved, but it also seemed to have not moved. By the time the crowd at the door saw it clearly, the five needles had already taken the shape of a plum blossom. They firmly stabbed Tang Yan in the chest. This move had stunned everyone outside the door.    

    

"This kid must be a godly doctor!" A medical practitioner muttered.    

    

My god, blame me for blocking him just now. If I had let him make a move earlier, maybe my son can really be saved. I, I actually blocked my son's path of survival. God! What did I do wrong? You want to punish me like this? Tang Danian clenched his fists tightly, his face full of remorse and heartache.    

    

As the saying goes, a husband should never be a wife. Qing Yue, who was beside him, saw his current condition. Of course, she knew what he was thinking. She gently held his hand and comforted him, "Danian, don't blame yourself too much. Everything is fate. Maybe there is still hope." His voice became softer and softer. In the end, tears flowed out again.    

    

Inside the room, after Yang Hsingchen had inserted the five silver needles, he began to massage the side of each needle. In fact, he secretly pulled out the spirit water from his hand and let it flow along the silver needles into Tang Yan's heart and acupuncture points. He did not know whether this action would be useful or not, so he could only treat it as a doctor.    

    

Three minutes later, Yang Hsingchen clearly felt Tang Yan's heart beat.    

    

There was a door!    

    

Yang Hsingchen felt happy in his heart and continued to secretly pour in some more spirit water.    

    

"Cough cough, cough cough!" All of a sudden, Tang Yan opened his eyes and coughed.    

    

"Wow! My brother is awake! My brother is awake! Tang Yuvyuv, who was standing at the door, screamed with tears streaming down her face. She did not care to block the crowd and rushed in screaming. She hugged her brother and burst into tears.    

    

"Little Yan, Little Yan, mother's good son..." Tang Yuvyuv's parents also shouted and rushed in.    

    

"Oh my god, this is a godly doctor! He really came back to life? I, I'm not dreaming, am I? " The group of doctors were all in a daze, as if they had seen a ghost. Their faces were filled with disbelief.    

    

"Leader..."    

    

"Brother..."    

    

Hula, the people outside rushed in as well.    

    

"Godly doctor, did you save me?" Tang Yan touched his little sister's head with one hand and held his mother's hand with the other. His eyes were fixed on Yang Hsingchen's face.    

    

"Hehe, don't call me Godly doctor. You and I are good friends. Seeing Youyou crying so sadly, he boldly gave it a try. He didn't expect that he would succeed. "    

    

" Brother, there's no need to thank me. From now on, we will be brothers for the rest of our lives. Tang Yan, soldier. " Tang Yan stretched out his hand towards Hsingchen.    

    

"Yang Hsingchen, vegetable seller."    

    

Cough cough. Cough cough...    

    

This shout from the vegetable seller not only caused Tang Yan to cough loudly, but also caused the group of top experts behind him to cough non-stop with red faces.    

    

A group of doctors were roaring in their hearts, 'F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck!' If you're selling vegetables, then we might as well go and beg for food. Kid, I know you have a lot of medical skills, and I know you're a godly doctor. But you don't have to be so pretentious, right? If you really print that old saying, 'too low-profile is posturing!'    

    

"Hey, leisurely. Auntie, can you guys talk to Mr Yan later? His brain injury hasn't healed yet. I'll also cure his brain injury on the way."    

    

"Okay, okay, thank you, Hsingchen. You really are my family's benefactor!"    

    

The tears on Qing Yue's face had yet to dry when she smiled brightly. The gaze she used to look at Yang Hsingchen was gentle and kind. There was familial affection in that warmth. What did it mean when a mother-in-law looked at a son-in-law? It was completely reflected on her face at this moment.    

    

Looking at the wound on Tang Yan's head, Yang Hsingchen knew. This was the fatal part of him. Although Tang Yan had been saved, in order to not leave any sequelae behind, while Yang Hsingchen was massaging his head, he secretly mixed a few more drops of spirit water into his wound.    

    

In less than a minute, the fist-sized wound quickly healed at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.    

    

F * ck, did he have too many spirit water drops? To stutter so quickly, isn't this too monstrous? I don't want to be famous!    

    

After thinking for a moment, Yang Hsingchen massaged as he whispered into Tang Yan's ear, "Mr Yan, I don't want to be famous. Please give the order later. Don't tell anyone about what happened today. En, I'll give the credit to these doctors. "    

    

Tang Yan was a very smart person, so he agreed immediately. Two minutes later, Yang Hsingchen stopped massaging and took out the needle from Tang Yan's chest. Tang Yan jumped off the operating table and bowed to Yang Hsingchen solemnly. He did not care about hugging his mother and sister anymore. He pulled his father aside and whispered something to him.    

    

Tang Danian nodded repeatedly. He turned around and called the doctors and nurses out of the room. He whispered a few words to them.    

    

With Tang Danian's current status, in front of these people, he could say whatever he wanted. Although the doctors felt itchy in their hearts, they wished they could pull Yang Hsingchen aside and ask him for guidance. However, the chief had given a death order, so all the doctors could only cast resentful glances at Hsingchen.