Zombie Cultivation in the City

"I don't need to declare it, but I have a request. When the little brother is giving the needle, I hope I can watch from the side."

Without the expected anger, a meaningful smile appeared on Zhang Zhen's solemn face, and he looked at the calm young man with interest.

"director…"

Seeing that Zhang Zhen did not object, Zhu Wenbin anxiously tried to persuade him.In addition to worrying about Zhang Zhen, he also had the fact that once Will Sorov, the president of a large consortium, died of illness in their hospital, it would have a great negative impact on their hospital.As a major general and a master of traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Zhen may be fine, but he, the attending doctor as an assistant, may become a scapegoat. Zhu Wenbin is not sure that this teacher, who has come down halfway, will try his best to protect him.

"Director, or..."

Another middle-aged doctor who stood aside also wanted to persuade, but stopped his mouth in Zhang Zhen's eyes.As the director, Zhang Zhen has always been the same in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and those who dare to sing the opposite have gone to the clinic to register. In the PLA General Hospital, no one knows that Director Zhang is the only strong person who dares to slap the table with the director and stare.

"Mr. Li, do you see?"

After listening to Zhang Zhen's request, Claire consulted and looked at Li Zhiqiu who was sitting firmly beside the hospital bed.

"Okay, leave Director Zhang alone."

Looking directly at the old man named Zhang Zhen, Li Zhiqiu saw a trace of desire flashing in the other's eyes, and did not refuse the other's request.With golden needles in his hand, he doesn't care about others watching from the sidelines. It is said that the entry-level technique of Wudang Nine Needles is not a top secret. When he learned Wudang Nine Needles from an old Taoist, he didn't listen to the other party's reminder. It is really something that cannot be passed on to outsiders. It is the Jiuyang Kungfu that has been passed down for thousands of years in Wudang.

"Thank you Mr. Li."

Hearing Li Zhiqiu's agreement, Claire also showed a hint of gratitude.To be honest, she had great hopes for Li Zhiqiu, but she still had no idea in her heart. Having Zhang Zhen with extraordinary skills by her side was also reassuring.

Taking a full view of the beauty's expression changes, Li Zhiqiu just smiled slightly, how could he fail to see the other party's worry.

When everyone left the ward, Zhang Zhen, who hadn't communicated with him all this time, looked at the opened gold needle box and asked, "Little brother, do you want to give Mr. Will an injection?"

"good."

Sensing the kindness from this old doctor, Li Zhiqiu did not refuse him thousands of miles away.Being able to take the position of the director of the top military hospital in the Republic, his character and talent will definitely not be inferior. Letting the other side observe it can be regarded as contributing to Chinese medicine, Li Zhiqiu thought with evil intentions.

"I don't know where the little brother is from?"

Seeing Li Zhiqiu's calmness and composure, Zhang Zhen couldn't help but feel more anticipation.

"There is no school, no sect. If you want to say who you are a student of, you can count it as a Wudang sect."

After being questioned by the other party, Li Zhiqiu remembered the teachings of the old Taoists in his previous life, which can be regarded as half of his master.

"Wudang?"

"Okay, Director Zhang, I'm going to give Mr. Will an injection. Let's talk about it later."

Without continuing to argue with the other party, Li Zhiqiu picked up a golden needle, put it on the lit alcohol lamp, burned it for a while, and then inserted it directly into Will's Baihui acupoint.

When Li Zhiqiu began to administer needles to Will Sorov, a group of people in white coats rushed to the door of the special care ward. The leading old man was nearly sixty years old, and his gestures and gestures exuded a sense of heroism.

"Dean."

Seeing the leading old man, all the doctors and nurses present lowered their heads in unison and shouted respectfully.This old man is Zhu Shixiao, the director of the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army, a deputy lieutenant general at the military level, and an academician of the Republic Medical College.

"Where's Director Zhang?"

Looking around, Zhu Shixiao asked in a deep voice.

Will Sorov is a foreign guest that the leaders of the country are very concerned about. Zhu Shixiao naturally attaches great importance to it. Hearing that an outsider interfered with Will Sorov's treatment, he rushed over quickly.

"Dean, Director Zhang is watching inside."

Hearing the dean's question, Zhu Wenbin quickly stepped forward and replied, keeping his head down respectfully while speaking, and happened to hide a smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Zhang Zhen promised the young man to intervene in the treatment of Will Sorov, Zhu Wenbin quietly hinted that his assistant should report to the dean.Compared with his own future, the lack of deep teacher-student relationship is nothing at all.

"Miss Clear, can you explain to me what happened?"

Ignoring Zhu Wenbin who was answering, Zhu Shixiao turned to look at Ke Lier and asked a question directly.Even in the face of this foreign guest whom the central leadership attaches great importance to, Zhu Shixiao has enough capital to ignore the influence of the other party.

"Dean Zhu, we have hired a doctor to treat my grandfather. Please rest assured, Dean Zhu, I will bear all the consequences and have nothing to do with your hospital."

Facing this dean who had a pivotal position in the Republic, Claire's tone was respectful, but she handled it with ease.She has seen many leaders of various countries, and she is still a frequent visitor to the White House. The power of the other party has no effect on her.

"Since Mr. Will is admitted to our hospital, our hospital will be responsible to the end."

Unexpectedly, Claire's attitude was so firm, Zhu Shixiao frowned unconsciously, but did not evade any responsibility.As a doctor and a soldier, Zhu Shixiao never knew what evasion was. Since Zhang Zhen had agreed to what the other party did, the hospital would take any responsibility for it.

"Thank you, Dean Zhu, we will not embarrass your hospital."

Claire is very pleased with the general hospital's attitude, and has a little more favorable opinion of the Republic.

After talking with Ke Lier, Zhu Shixiao gave Zhu Wenbin a few words, and then returned to his office.As the dean, he has to deal with a lot of things every day. Even if Will Sorov's status is important, he will not delay the work of the hospital because the hospital does not serve only one person.

Looking at Zhu Shixiao's back, Zhu Wenbin's eyes flashed an imperceptible look of disappointment.

In the ward, Zhang Zhen, who is a master of Chinese medicine, was completely overwhelmed by the scene in front of him. The nine golden needles inserted into Will Sorov's body were trembling slightly, forming a beautiful music.

Wudang Nine Needles, this is the legendary Wudang Nine Needles.

Zhang Zhen, who was trembling with excitement, never imagined that this young man was pregnant with the Wudang Nine Needles, which had disappeared hundreds of years ago. It was the unique skill of a generation of genius doctor Zhang Jingyue, who claimed to be able to resurrect human flesh and bones.

Zhang Zhen, who has only studied ordinary acupuncture and moxibustion therapy, can no longer describe his mood at the moment in words. One must know that the plum blossom nine-needle that he is famous for is born out of the legend of Wudang nine-needle.With the Plum Blossom Nine Needles, which can only be called the Wudang Nine Needles, Zhang Zhen has established his position as a leader in the field of Chinese medicine. One can imagine how powerful the real Wudang Nine Needles are.

I don't know how excited Zhang Zhen was watching from the sidelines. Li Zhiqiu was carefully wrapping Will Sorov's heart with spiritual power.

In the most important part of the human body, the heart, Li Zhiqiu dare not slack off at all. Once something goes wrong, no amount of spiritual power can save it.Fortunately, maybe he was frightened by his spiritual power before, and the Yin power entrenched in his heart did not move at all.

With the strategy of encircling the city from the countryside, Li Zhiqiu infiltrated the surroundings of the heart bit by bit, and finally there was only a little space around the yin force, forming the trend of closing the door and beating the dog.

After getting ready, Li Zhiqiu's spiritual power slowly surrounded that Yin power.

Feeling that the danger was approaching, the Yin energy began to stir, but when it wanted to take some action, it found that the surroundings were full of forces that made it afraid.

As if he could feel the trembling mood of the yin force, the corner of Li Zhiqiu's mouth curled up slightly, and the spiritual force directly wrapped the yin force.

After the initial struggle, Yin Li gave up resistance and let him be trapped obediently.

Without any hesitation, Li Zhiqiu carefully moved the yin force out of his heart, and absorbed it into his hands through the golden needle at the Zhongwan point.

To Li Zhiqiu's surprise, the moment Yin Li was trapped in his hands, he seemed to let out a cheer and disappeared with a 'swish'.

"Humph."

Thousands of miles away, in an old castle in California, USA, the man who was dangling with a glass of red wine in front of his eyes let out a muffled grunt, and looked towards the east with a pair of sky blue eyes.

"Taylor, what's wrong?"

Sensing that his companion was different, Bruce, who was hugging a blue-haired beauty tenderly, asked suspiciously.

"The divine power I left in that old guy in Will was removed."

Taking a sip of the red wine lightly, a gleam flashed in Tire's eyes.

"what?"

Hearing Tyre's words, Bruce pushed the beauty in his arms away and looked at her in astonishment.He knows Tire's strength, he has already reached the fifth level of the Marquis, and he is firmly in the top three among the younger generation in their North American God's Chosen Area. The strength of the person who can get rid of his divine power must be above the Duke.

In the entire continent of Europe and America, the Duke-level Chosen Ones are all well-known old guys, and Bruce would not think that Thiel would find him uncomfortable.

"The old fellow went to the East."

Tell is naturally well aware of Will Sorov's whereabouts.It's just that he didn't expect that someone in the mysterious eastern country could really crack his divine power. No wonder the old guys in the family strictly ordered them not to set foot in that country, which seemed reasonable.

"Eastern? If those immortals really intervene, what are you going to do?"

Hearing the word Dongfang, Bruce immediately thought of that taboo mysterious country.He knew that Thiel loved that Claire, and the wealth of the Sorov Group was just an added bonus.

"I really want to see what kind of abilities the Chosen Ones have, so that our top ten families will not step into the East for a hundred years."

After gulping down the red wine in the glass, Tyer pulled the blonde beauty sitting beside her, and kissed her fiercely.

When the blond beauty was indulging in passion, Tire's mouth moved close to the white tender neck, blood appeared in his eyes, and his handsome face looked extremely ferocious with his two fangs glowing with cold light.

"Um…"

With an intoxicated moan, the blond beauty hugged Tyre's head tightly, enjoying the heavenly pleasure without feeling the slightest loss of blood.

Watching the blonde beauty gradually turn into a bloodless body, an inexplicable light flashed in Bruce's eyes, and then he showed a charming smile.

Pressing the panicked blue-haired beauty beside him, Bruce raised his head to the sky and let out a silent roar, then suddenly lowered his head and bit that alluring neck.

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