The strongest little magician

Chapter 909 Bloodletting and Detoxification
Without Huang Minghai's obstruction, Zhang Yangguang devoted himself to treating Mr. Taylor's illness.

He looked up and down with the golden needle in his hand, and without a moment's hesitation, he accurately positioned the golden needle directly above Mr. Taylor's forehead.

After confirming the position of the main needle, he drew out a full nine golden needles. On this basis, his technique was extremely ingenious.

Gently insert the needle tip, swinging from side to side like the rudder of a boat, slowly sinking deep into the flesh.

In this process, the speed is extremely fast, but the treatment of such details is completed in a short time.

Waiting for the nine golden needles to finish, but it only took more than ten seconds, the technique is dazzling, like magic.

"Isn't this too extreme?"

"Although I don't know if it will work or not, but judging from this posture, there should be two brushes!"

"Of course, you don't want to think about the reputation of Wanfu Medical Center in Jiangcheng!"

……

Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

But it didn't take long, even after the acupuncture, Mr. Taylor still didn't wake up.

Seeing this scene, Huang Minghai raised his head and let out bursts of wild laughter.

"Haha, big guy, look at this kid, he's a fucking liar, Mr. Taylor hasn't woken up at all!"

Regarding Huang Minghai's words, no one answered, and everyone spurned him.

"Who the hell are they? The patient is still awake, why is he happy here?"

"Haven't you heard what he meant? I wish Mr. Ted would be buried here forever."

"Tsk tsk, I guess it's because of the little bit of winning and losing, not even a little bit of compassion. How can such a person be qualified to be a doctor?"

……

Everyone stood aside, spurning Huang Minghai one after another.

Huang Minghai's face was ugly, and he was about to refute when Mr. Taylor, who was lying on the ground, moved.

I saw his eyelids fluttering slightly, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes!

"Wake up!" the translator said excitedly.

Seeing this, Zhang Yangguang smiled even more, reached out and quickly pulled out the gold needle.

As for Huang Minghai, as if he had been hit hard, he kept shaking his head, unable to believe the scene in front of him.

He is a young director of a dignified tertiary hospital, how could he be defeated by a small Chinese medicine doctor?

And he has always been the focus, but now, Zhang Yangguang has robbed him of all the limelight, and he has been ignored in a small corner.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of Mr. Taylor's awakening, and all their eyes were on Zhang Yangguang, as if he was the most dazzling existence.

On the other hand, Zhang Yangguang was very calm in the face of the blowing praises, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

From the small hole left by the gold needle, a few drops of black blood came out, Zhang Yangguang pressed all the black blood away until bright red blood flowed out of the small hole, that's all.

He was as calm as if he didn't pay attention to anyone. Even in his early twenties, he exuded a burning aura of superiority all over his body.

The translator quickly stepped forward and greeted Mr. Taylor cordially.

Facing the greetings from the translator, Mr. Taylor was obviously a little powerless, and stretched out his hand to rub his aching forehead.

"This..." The translator looked worried and subconsciously looked at Zhang Yangguang.

"This is a normal situation. After the bloodletting and detoxification just now, Mr. Taylor is bleeding heavily, so his mental strength and body are very weak." Zhang Yangguang said lightly, and then saw him take out a pill from his pocket.

(End of this chapter)