C39 Liu Qinghe
C39 Liu Qinghe
Using an inch and a half of a needle, three lift, three discharge.
Then, he used the Ghost Palace style needle technique.
"It can nourish the body and expel the miasma and humidity from the body."
This old man clearly had a very deep understanding of the thirteen needles.
He immediately gave Liu Qinghe a reasonable analysis as he said this.
After hearing what his old friend had said …
Li Guozheng also believed a fair bit of what Han Li said.
After all, he knew his old friend, Liu Qinghe.
However, the First People's Hospital was truly a place to be proud of.
In the past, he was the official national hand of traditional Chinese medicine, Xinglin.
However, in the past few years, because of her old age, she had gradually retired from being in a high position.
In the end, under his repeated invitations …
Only then would he be willing to come to his First People's Hospital.
Come here and put your name on, and become an honorary principal.
"However, from what I've heard, the conditions for applying the thirteen needles to the gates of hell are extremely harsh."
"I have to use my own Qi to do this."
"Now it looks like that young man isn't an inner court expert, right?"
He recalled that Zhang Xiaofan had not only mastered thirteen needles in the Ghost sect, but was also an inner sect expert.
Even the experienced and knowledgeable Liu Qinghe was deeply shocked by his own guess.
Although Liu Qinghe and Li Guozheng. He did not enter the ward.
They were also trying to lower their voices as much as possible.
However, Zhang Xiaofan still noticed their arrival at the first moment.
However, he needed to do the acupuncture for his father right now.
He simply didn't take the two of them to heart.
Besides, the hospital is a public place.
Zhang Xiaofan couldn't possibly chase away everyone in the hospital just because of him, right?
This is not realistic.
In any case, since the two elders wanted to see, they'd watch and see.
"…"
"Alright, Liying, help uncle put on his clothes."
"Also, cover yourself with the blanket."
"The patient will catch cold soon after the injection."
After saying that, Zhang Xiaofan put the silver needle back into the box. His tone was calm.
It was as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
It didn't seem like she was facing a disease called 'diabetes' by western medicine.
The seriousness, the perplexity.
And what was even more amazing was that …
After Zhang Xiaofan finished the acupuncture. His father's face was haggard and sallow.
It was also obvious that he had improved a lot at this time.
It was so swollen that his belly felt like it was about to bulge.
At this moment, it also disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, it was because his father had been bedridden for a long time.
His body was still extremely weak.
However, this sort of thing was related to the body's vitality.
Zhang Xiaofan wasn't someone that could be easily dealt with by acupuncture techniques.
After all, what Zhang Xiaofan had grasped was true.
It was Ge Hong's three most mysterious and extraordinary acupuncture techniques, the thirteen needles of the Ghost sect.
However, even if it was the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost sect, they still couldn't create something like this out of nothing.
After that, he still needed to recuperate in the future.
There is also the recovery of the recovery of the course of his own slowly.
"Uncle, how do you feel now?"
Zhang Xiaofan went up to ask after he was done.