Murong Xue: "..."
The poison made by Sunanxiang is so clever that people can't feel their pulse. No wonder she is so confident in harming people...
The pulse signs of the doctors are that they have plague, so naturally they don’t want to follow her method of using silver needles to detoxify the elderly, so let’s just say, “Let’s take a closer look first.” Let’s see whether the old people have the plague or are they suffering from a stroke. Poisoned...
Murong Xue said with a slight smile, took out six silver needles, and pierced them on the six big acupoints on the old man's chest, holding the silver needles with her plain white hands and twisting them gently.
The doctor, the guards, the old man's children all opened their eyes wide, and saw that with Murong Xue's gentle twisting, the red spots on the old man's neck, arms, and face slowly receded, the pale lips gradually returned to blood, and the old man's eyelashes trembled. , slowly opened his eyes...
The surrounding audience opened their eyes wide in shock, and exclaimed stutteringly: "He, he, he... he woke up, he woke up..."
"Father, how are you doing?" The old man's children were the first to come back to their senses, scrambling forward to help him up with beaming faces.
The old man was at a loss: "I feel good, what happened?"
"You got it... Cough, something is wrong with your body..." The old man's son coughed unnaturally, pointed at Murong Xue, and said, "This girl saved you..."
"Thank you, miss." The old man sincerely thanked Murong Xue.
Murong Xue smiled slightly: "You're welcome."
The clear female voice brought the doctors under the awning back to their senses, walked quickly to the old man, grabbed his wrist tightly, rested his fingertips on the pulse, and clearly felt the strength of the pulse under the fingertips , The complexions of the doctors also became flickering, very exciting.
"Doctor, how is my father's condition?" Seeing that the doctors had been pinching his father's wrist without speaking, the old man's son couldn't help but ask, with a trace of anxiety and anticipation in his deep voice.
The doctors withdrew their hands, looked at each other, and said in a deep voice: "Return to this son, your father's body is fine..."
"Really?" The old man's son's eyes lit up suddenly: "My father's plague... has been cured?"
"Yes." The doctors nodded, their faces were a little unhappy: they didn't want to believe it, but they had to admit that the old man had recovered and was fine...
The little girl revived the old man with the method of detoxification. It can be seen that the old man was indeed poisoned, and the old men lying here like him must also be poisoned...
The doctors looked up at Murong Xue, and the eyes of the elders and children also fell on Murong Xue, begging earnestly: "Please save my father (mother)."
Looking at everyone's earnest eyes, Murong Xue smiled softly: "I will do my best."
While talking, Murong Xue got up and walked in front of another old man.
The doctors' eyes flickered, and they scattered around without a trace. They each walked up to an unconscious old man, took out the silver needles they carried with them, and glanced at Murong Xue quietly. Which acupoint Murong Xue pierced? No matter which acupoint is pricked, they will twist the needles as Murong Xue twists them...
An hour later, the second old man treated by Murong Xue woke up, and the poisoned patients treated by the doctors also woke up in twos and threes...
The doctors secretly breathed a sigh of relief. While happy, they were also a little bit tangled. The old men were indeed poisoned, but they didn't get the pulse. The medical skills are really not good...