Zhao Yizhi turned pale with fright and his eyes were filled with terror. He knew he was hit and he didn't dare to move. His hands were suspended in the air, maintaining the acupoint-pressing posture, like an ice sculpture.
Yue Zhuoqun saw Ye Feng's fingers pinching Zhao Yizhi's wrist, and knew that Zhao Yizhi had suffered a loss, so he hurried over and shouted coldly: "Ye Feng, what are you doing? Human life is at stake. What is your intention in stopping Zhao the Divine Doctor from saving Yun Xin?"
Zen Master Zhikong looked like he was going to eat Ye Feng. His white beard stood up straight and he took the huge Buddhist beads around his neck and said, "Ye Feng, do you want to kill someone?"
Ye Feng gave them a disdainful look: "How stupid! I want to save people."
"You are killing people by stopping Dr. Zhao from saving people."
Du Zhong quickly stopped Master Zhikong and said, "Everyone, please be patient. I have seen Ye Feng's medical skills. If he wants to kill someone, he must have found something wrong. Please listen to his explanation."
Mr. Mo Da looked at his brothers and continued to watch calmly.
Ye Feng let go of Zhao Yizhi's wrist and sneered: "You are really blind. You thought he wanted to save people but didn't know he was killing people. I want to save people, but you said I want to kill people. If I really want to kill people, who of you can stop me?"
As soon as Ye Feng said this, no one in the room dared to refute him.
Ye Feng took a bottle of unopened mineral water from the table, walked to Yun Xin, and gently placed his fingers on the Baihui acupoint on the top of Yun Xin's head, pinched and tossed it, leading the black air that was blocking the blood vessels into the bottle of mineral water.
The originally clear mineral water suddenly turned as black as ink, with a hint of dark purple.
Throwing the mineral water bottle on the ground, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Okay, now he can survive."
Yue Zhuoqun looked at the mineral water that had turned as dark as ink in surprise, and sneered in disbelief: "Is this medical skill or magic? How did the water change color? How can it be a magic trick?"
Yue Zhuoqun was obviously trying to instigate him. Taoist Chongxu also leaned over with a fake smile on his face: "Sect Master Ye, you turned mineral water into ink. This technique is really mysterious. However, if you say that you saved Yun Xin in this way, I'm afraid no one will believe you."
"I saved you, so I saved you. Why should I ask you to obey me?"
Zen Master Zhikong once again put on a desperate look and sneered: "You think you can save people by performing a magic trick? Do you think we are idiots? Are you easy to fool?"
Suddenly, the nurse next to him screamed, "Ah, he's starting to bleed again."
The onlookers' hearts tightened when they heard this. They saw that black and purple blood was constantly gushing out of Monk Yunxin's nose like a fountain, and the smell of blood filled the tent.
Yue Zhuoqun was just hoping for chaos in the world, and he screamed, "How can this be called saving people? This is clearly killing people. The brains are all sprayed out."
Taoist Chongxu covered his eyes with a look of dismay, "It's over. He was already losing blood, and now I'm afraid all the blood will come out of his body. He's dead this time."
Seeing so much blood spurting out of Yun Xin's nose, Zen Master Zhikong roared, and the Buddha ball in his hand made a clattering sound, obviously having injected internal force into it: "Evil man, you committed murder and murder, and yet you still speak so righteously. Today, I must..."
Seeing Yun Xin spurting out so much blood and looking like he was dying, Du Zhong, who was speaking for Ye Feng, was also dumbfounded. Could it be that Ye Feng had failed
It's impossible. Ye Feng's medical skills are unprecedented and unparalleled. I have seen him save many people. It is impossible for him to fail.
But the situation was no longer under Du Zhong's control, and Zen Master Zhikong was about to take action.
Ye Feng was the only one in the audience who looked indifferent, as if the situation had nothing to do with him.
Although Yun Xin blew a lot of blood from her nose, she slowly opened her eyes. Her face looked better than before, and she groaned, "Ouch, my legs hurt so much, ouch."
Hearing Yun Xin talking, Zen Master Zhikong was stunned. Everyone could see that Yun Xin's condition had improved.
Taoist Chongxu still teased with a smile on his face: "Alas, it's over, the last rays of light have returned."
Du Zhong glared at Taoist Chongxu coldly and said, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Shut up."
Ye Feng said to Zhao Yizhi nonchalantly, "That quack, you start setting his bones. You are a famous quack surgeon in the country, so setting his bones is no problem, right?"
Being called a quack by Ye Feng, Zhao Yizhi gnashed his teeth in hatred, his face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it, but he did not dare to refute a single word.
He understood that Ye Feng was right when he said that Monk Yun Xin had blood clots in his brain. If Ye Feng had not stopped him in time, as long as he pressed the Xuehai point to stop the bleeding, the blood would have rushed up and would have definitely burst the blood vessels and killed Yun Xin.
Unconsciously, he felt powerless in front of Ye Feng, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
He stretched out his index finger, secretly used his internal energy, and pointed at the Xuehai point on Yun Xinhedong to stop the bleeding.
He said to his nurse, "Give me the hemostats."
Zen Master Zhikong looked at Zhao Yizhi with doubt, and understood a little: "Amitabha, Doctor Zhao, is there really blood clot in my disciple Yunxin's brain?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Yizhi didn't want to admit that he was wrong, but he had no choice. He said gloomily, "It seems that the situation is like this. I have to treat his leg. Please leave."
Yue Zhuoqun was the first to know how to adapt to the situation. He quickly said with a sinister smile, "I've heard that Sect Master Ye's medical skills are extraordinary. I always thought that what the outside world said was false. It turns out to be true. I admire you. I admire you."
Du Zhong rolled his eyes at Yue Zhuoqun, as if to say, you were just trying to stir up trouble, saying that it was not medical skills but magic, but now you are praising others for their superb medical skills. How shameless.
Mr. Mo Da, who had been watching from the side, narrowed his eyes and a look of curiosity became even stronger. This kid could see the patient's most serious injuries at a glance. It was indeed unusual and interesting.
Taoist Chongxu returned to his chair without saying a word, sneering in his heart: I wanted to wait for that old monk Zhikong to take action, so that I could follow suit and kill this kid with a legitimate reason to avenge my junior brother, but he actually let this kid escape.
Zen Master Zhikong's face turned red and then pale. He bowed to Ye Feng and said, "I'm so sorry. I wronged Sect Master Ye. Please forgive me..."
Ye Feng ignored Master Zhikong's apology and returned to his seat. While eating melon seeds, he said disdainfully: "You are an idiot. Next time I won't treat him. Let him die."
Suddenly, a burning smell filled the air, as if something was on fire.
After a while, someone shouted: "The Five Elements Formation is on fire, on fire."
Sure enough, a thick smoke suddenly rose from the Five Elements Fire Array, accompanied by a pungent smell of burning, and the direction of the smoke was the south, the position of fire.
Ye Feng's heart suddenly tightened and he stood up from his chair.
(End of this chapter)