This old man in a Tang suit.
He had a head full of silver hair, yet he was a crane-haired boy, full of vitality, obviously very good at health care, but this physical quality was definitely stronger than the majority of young people.
When the people in the corridor saw the old man, they made way for him.
Even Su Hanxia took a few steps back to show her respect.
There was no other reason.
It was because this old man was very famous in the hospital world, and had the name of the Holy Hand of Returning Spring, and could be said to be the leading master of Chinese medicine in China.
When that Director Li saw this, he hurriedly just came forward, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Elder Tang, what brings you here?”
“Just happened to be pa*sing by.” This old man Tang looked at Qin Hai coldly and said, “I never thought I would hear a junior speak so wildly!”
Director Li was immediately delighted in his heart and said, “Elder Tang, don’t be angry with such a person, this Qin Hai is a notorious brute, he even tried to make a move just now.”
“He is a beast, you are worse than a beast.” This old man Tang was still somewhat domineering and scolded, “I think you should withdraw as a director, you’re tarnishing the reputation here, get lost!”
This Director Li’s face turned blue and white as he was rebuked.
But he really did not dare to refute Old Man Tang’s words, and only retreated to the side with his face ashen and defeated.
Old man Tang gave a cold snort, before looking at Qin Hai, and said, “Kid, this patient is in a coma caused by anger attacking his heart, just by you, what can you cure?”
“None of your business?” Qin Hai Hai glanced at the old man and said indifferently.
The crowd was astonished.
They couldn’t imagine that Qin Dahai would be so rude.
Song Ling hurriedly pushed Qin Hai, before busily saying, “Old Mr. Tang, don’t mind, can you?”
Naturally, she wanted Old Man Tang to help save her husband.
Because of the family changes, she really could not hold on now, and only hoped that her husband could wake up quickly to take charge of the situation.
Even Su Hanxia was winking at Qin Hai.
But Qin Hai ignored them and looked at his father, who was lying on the bed, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Old man Tang ignored Song Ling, but looked at Qin Hai Hai and said, “Kid, I think you are a filial son, if you can admit your mistake, I will help you once, how about it?”
Qin Hai raised his head and said indifferently, “Yes, I’ll admit my mistake.”
Old man Tang instantly held his face a little red.
Is this your attitude of admitting your mistake?
Su Hanxia at the side sighed slightly, with an expression that I knew was like this.
Old man Tang’s aura of dominance was stifled by Qin Hai’s words, his face was quite ugly, but what is said is water that is spilled. herbs.
Obviously, he intended to use acupuncture to clear up Old Father Qin’s brain stasis.
Acupuncture is a technical task.
Without a few decades of work, he would not be able to use it in any way.
He ordered the nurse to transfer Qin Hai’s father to a ward, and then, like a land emperor, he called all the old Chinese doctors in the hospital who could be called by name to boil the herbs, and then unceremoniously threw out the old Chinese doctors who wanted to stay and observe.
“Kid, I let you stay because I want you to understand that you can’t be too arrogant and you have to watch your words, shut your mouth for the whole time, otherwise I will never be responsible if something happens to your father.” Old man Tang said very nonchalantly.
Qin Hai nodded and walked to the side without a word.
“Kid owes a beating.”
Old man Tang scolded.
However, at this moment, his face was incomparably serious, and his entire state was in the best condition in an instant. After taking off the shirt of Qin DaTang, Qin Hai’s old man, his hands flexibly pressed and pinched at the major acupuncture points on Qin DaTang’s body, and after Qin DaTang’s pale face had become a little more rosy, he fetched a set of silver that he had just prepared, which sold well, with short and long, thick and thin needles, each of which was very delicate.
Taking out one of the thinner silver needles, Old Man Tang’s eyes shot a brilliant light, and the silver needle was quickly stabbed into Qin Datang’s head, not too deep, not too shallow, just the right amount.
Old man Tang was very satisfied with this burst.
He couldn’t help but glance at Qin Dahai, but Qin Dahai’s face was terribly calm, which made the corners of the old man’s mouth twitch.
If an ordinary person saw that his own father had been pricked in the head with a needle, he would be somewhat worried, right?
“Using Qi to control the needle?”
Qin Hai nodded silently.
With Qin Huayang’s memory of hundreds of years, Qin Dahai was not a novice. On the contrary, his understanding of medical arts was definitely deeper than Old Man Tang’s, but in actual practice, he was not as good as this old man who had been practicing medicine for decades.
He took out the silver needles one after another and stabbed them into Qin Datang’s head. After nine stitches, a fine sweat oozed from the old man’s forehead, but he didn’t have time to wipe it off. He took the paste-like ointment that had been boiled by a group of old Chinese doctors and applied it to the major acupuncture points on Qin Datang’s upper body.
Within a short time, Qin Datang’s body began to tremble slightly, and the nine silver needles on Qin Datang’s head could vaguely be seen turning dark red, while Qin Hai could clearly feel that Qin Datang’s body functions were slowly recovering.
Seeing this, Old Man Tang could not help but feel a little smug, this Nine Palace Silver Needles was his mastery, and was definitely ranked among the best in the Apricot Grove.
“How about it, kid?”
Old man Tang asked as he looked provocatively at Qin Hai.
Qin Hai said indifferently, “Very good.”
Old man Tang’s face twitched.
He felt more and more that this kid owed it to himself.
He was a divine doctor, performing this heaven-defying technique, and you only said the word “very good”? Would it kill you to say more complimentary words?
But it seemed that Qin Hai did not really want to say anything else, but came forward and looked at his old man on the bed. It seemed to be no worse than his own.
No, it wasn’t worse than his own!
It was more perfect!
