Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

The cup fell to the ground. At this moment, Zhou Zhiwei who was on the bed heaved a sigh of relief, as if the nightmare in his eyes had disappeared.    

    

"President Zhou, if I'm not mistaken, your son must have been provoked. He was hallucinating and had intermittent memory loss." Dean Ma quickly walked to the bedside and looked at the sleeping Zhou Zhiwei. He said to Zhou Jianguo.    

    

Wu Lai also walked over and looked at Zhou Zhiwei who was still twitching on the bed. He shook his head and said, "What should I say? It seems to be a little miserable."    

    

Zhou Jianguo fell into silence and asked Dean Ma, "That is to say, my son might have seen the person who attacked him, but because of his intermittent memory loss, he could not remember."    

    

"Yes, it is very likely so. Looking at how Master Young Master Zhou looked just now, I have always seen that person's face." Dean Ma took a deep breath and said.    

    

Wu Lai slowly pulled out the silver needles from Zhou Zhiwei's legs and took out a lighter to disinfect the silver needles. He said while disinfecting the needles, "I can let him recover his memory."    

    

"You can?!" Zhou Jianguo quickly asked.    

    

"Of course, it's just intermittent memory loss due to the stimulation. It's not a big problem. It's very simple." As he said that, he began to put the silver needles in his hands back into the silver needle bag one by one.    

    

"Then hurry up!" Liu Huilan said with a sharp voice at the side.    

    

Wu Lai glanced at Liu Huilan and said lightly, "I came to help because of my medical ethics. Seeing that Fei Fei felt bad about it, no. You invited me here. If you still have the same attitude, then... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold myself back and break your son's other leg as well."    

    

"You!"    

    

"Huilan! Stop talking!" Zhou Jianguo took a deep breath. "I don't want things to get worse."    

    

Liu Huilan snorted and looked at Zhou Zhiwei on the bed. She tactfully shut up.    

    

Seeing Liu Huilan shut up, Wu Lai did not bother to say anything. He walked to the bedside and looked at the unconscious Zhou Zhiwei. The silver needle in his hand that was not kept in the silver needle bag fell into Zhou Zhiwei's hands.    

    

Seeing this needle, Dean Ma's eyes lit up!    

    

"Could this be..." He muttered to himself as he stared at Wu Lai's actions.    

    

The second needle landed on the Shaoshang acupuncture point on the outer side of his thumb.    

    

"That's right! It's the Ghost Gate's 13 Needles!" After seeing the second needle, Dean Ma was sure that it was the ___'s 13 Needles. He couldn't help but shout out.    

    

Wu Lai gestured for him to keep quiet, telling him not to be so noisy.    

    

"Ghost Gate's 13 Needles? To deal with the man who bumped into Evil?" Zhou Jianguo naturally knew nothing about these things. When he heard Dean Ma's words, he asked subconsciously.    

    

"No, no, no. President Zhou, those are feudal superstitious. The Ghost Gate's Thirteen Needles is not used to deal with devils or ghosts. It is a kind of acupuncture technique that helps the patient cure mental disorders. They are used to treat mental diseases. " Dean Ma looked at the rogue's needles and kept nodding his head.    

    

The acupuncture technique and the acupoint search were all very precise. Furthermore, he was sure that since he knew how to use qi to control the needles, then the essence of the Ghost Gate's 13 Needles would definitely appear in the hands of the rogue!    

    

Very quickly, 13 silver needles landed on Zhou Zhiwei's body.    

    

They were about to arrive!    

    

Dean Ma focused his attention and stared fixedly at Wu Lai.    

    

Wu Lai took a deep breath and said to Zhou Jianguo, "Uncle Zhou, I think I might need to charge."