The Strongest Immortal Cultivator In City

The greatest taboo in the treatment process is interference, which can easily cause medical accidents. Yang Jingtian did not care about these things. Because he was not a person who relied on medical skills to make a living, but medical skills were one of his auxiliary skills, and it was also one of his ways to open up connections. At the beginning, he naturally couldn't make any mistakes.    

    

Besides, he didn't want to disgrace his master's reputation. If his master could never fail in his entire life, he would do the same.    

    

It seemed unrealistic to chase Bai Yueming out of the ward. Therefore, Yang Jingtian could only warn him again and again.    

    

"I know. " Bai Yueming had no choice but to reply. After that, he stood beside Yang Jingtian. He had to keep an eye on him the whole time.    

    

The family had entrusted the responsibility of treating the old man to him. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes.    

    

As long as the other party did not interfere, Yang Jingtian did not care. He just wanted to see!    

    

"I will explain while I do it. There are not many opportunities like this. You have to remember it well. " Yang Jingtian said to Tang Guosheng.    

    

Usually, he did not have time to teach his opponent half a move. Now that he had the chance, he would give Tang Guosheng some advice. An old man had called him Master for so many days, which made him feel a little embarrassed.    

    

"Okay, master, I got it. "    

    

Yang Jingtian picked up a silver needle and held it in his hand, saying: "The position of the condition this time is special, so you must be precise when you attack. First step, we need to stop the blood in the surroundings to prevent the condition from expanding further. "    

    

Tang Guosheng quickly nodded and remembered all of this.    

    

Yang Jingtian inserted the silver needle in his hand into the forehead of the old man.    

    

"Remember the order, position, and strength of each needle. " Yang Jingtian said as he inserted the needle.    

    

His hands did not shake, and his hands were accurate. The silver needles were inserted into the old man's head one by one, and very quickly, they were inserted like iron hedgehogs.    

    

A total of 36 needles, including the hemostatic needle and the paralyzing needle, were inserted into the old man's head.    

    

After doing all of this, Yang Jingtian picked up the thickest and longest silver needle.    

    

This needle was as thick as a match stick and was about ten centimeters long. It did not look like a silver needle, but more like a nail.    

    

"This needle must be inserted from the Baihui acupoint. It must be inserted to the bottom. Its speed must be fast. After inserting it, immediately pull it out. " After Yang Jingtian finished explaining, he prepared to make his move.    

    

Bai Yueming had been watching from the side. The process in front of him was still going smoothly. Because Yang Jingtian was explaining, he more or less understood what was going on. However, when Yang Jingtian picked up the thickest one and was about to insert it into the Baihui acupoint, he could not stay calm anymore.    

    

That was an f * cking fatal acupoint! If he inserted such a thick and long silver needle into it, would he still be able to live?    

    

"Wait! What do you want to do!?" Bai Yueming stopped Yang Jingtian.    

    

"Did you forget what I just said?" Yang Jingtian asked plainly.    

    

"I didn't forget. However, even a layman like me knows that the Baihui acupoint is a dead acupoint. You will kill my grandfather if you do this. "    

    

"I won't harm him. How long do you think he'll live?" Yang Jingtian asked plainly. "If you don't trust me, you can do it yourself. "    

    

Yang Jingtian handed the silver needle to Bai Yueming.    

    

Bai Yueming was stunned. Even Tang Guosheng could not remain calm. However, he couldn't ask. This was a critical moment.    

    

This was the first time he had seen the acupuncture point. Although he had heard of some strange treatment methods before, he had never seen it with his own eyes. Ordinary people would never try such a method, it was too dangerous. The patient's life might not have been in danger, but he might have died.    

    

"Nonsense. If I could treat him, would I need you?" Bai Yueming said angrily.    

    

"Then don't talk nonsense. Stand aside. If we delay the treatment later, any problems will have nothing to do with me. "    

    

Currently, Bai Yueming was also in a dilemma. There were already so many silver needles inserted into his head. He also knew that the treatment had reached a critical moment. If he was affected at this time, there would really be an accident. However, he was also worried about letting Yang Jingtian continue.    

    

After hesitating for a long time, he could only clench his teeth and stand to the side. At this time, he had to check until the end.    

    

Yang Jingtian turned around and aimed at the Baihui acupoint and inserted it quickly. Without any hesitation, he stabbed the needle to the end and then immediately pulled it out. There was no trace of blood on it. It was so fast that it only took a blink of an eye.    

    

The moment Yang Jingtian pulled the needle out, the instrument suddenly made a sound. All the numbers dropped rapidly. In an instant, it became zero, and his heartbeat became a straight line.    

    

Only a dead person would have this kind of situation!    

    

Bai Yueming was instantly dumbfounded. His grandfather was dead. He was so angry that he immediately pulled out the pistol in his pocket and aimed it at Yang Jingtian's head.    

    

"What the f * ck are you doing?! My grandfather is dead!"    

    

Yang Jingtian ignored the muzzle of the gun behind him. His hand did not stop moving. He slapped the spot where the needle was. After about a second, blood flowed out along the seams of his fingers. There was blood, and there was also blood clots.    

    

"This. . . " Tang Guosheng was so scared that he did not dare to move. According to Western medicine, the old man lying on the hospital bed was a dead man. Did Yang Jingtian fail?    

    

But if he had failed, why was he still continuing? Was there any meaning in continuing?    

    

After a moment, the blood stopped flowing. Yang Jingtian immediately used the medicine to clean the position of the needle.    

    

"You better put the gun away. Otherwise, I promise I will cut your throat before you shoot me. "    

    

Bai Yueming really broke down. Did this kid think he wouldn't dare to shoot? At such a time, he was still putting on makeup.    

    

"Don't force me!"    

    

Yang Jingtian ignored Bai Yueming. Instead, he stood by the bed and circulated his Qi. Then, he punched the old man's chest.    

    

The force was so great that both of their bodies bounced up. Then, they fell heavily onto the bed.    

    

Seeing this scene, Bai Yueming couldn't stay calm anymore. He really wanted to kill Yang Jingtian with one shot. What was the difference between this and whipping a corpse?    

    

He really wanted to shoot, but there was a voice in his heart reminding him not to act rashly before the end!    

    

"Enough!"    

    

Yang Jingtian did not bother with Bai Yueming's angry roar, but still quickly smashed twice.    

    

Drip. Drip. Drip! . . .    

    

After Yang Jingtian finished all of this, the numbers on the instrument started to show a reaction. The numbers started to slowly rise from zero to zero.    

    

Bai Yueming and Tang Guosheng were really stunned. Was this the legendary resurrection?    

    

Yang Jingtian turned the old man over and slapped him on the back.    

    

"Wah. . . Puff. . . " The old man spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

Yang Jingtian turned the old man over and laid him flat on the bed.    

    

"Why aren't you wiping his mouth? Why can't you, a grandson, do anything?" Yang Jingtian said with an indifferent tone.    

    

Bai Yueming quickly went forward and wiped the blood from the corner of the old man's mouth.    

    

"Little Ming, where am I?" The old man suddenly said. Bai Yueming, who was wiping his mouth, was so scared that his hand trembled and he almost shouted.    

    

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