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Chapter 44 The Lost "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate"

As soon as Tan Wanzheng's words fell, Ye Jiaqi's bloody face turned pale again in an instant.

Standing by the bed, Tan Wanzheng felt a gust of cold wind.

I couldn't stop shivering.

"court death!"

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Just as Tan Wanzheng finished speaking, she picked up the silver needle that had already been placed beside the bed.

Align the acupoints and start applying the needles.

At this moment, if anyone who knows Tan Wanzheng's stitches saw her, they would definitely be surprised.

"The thirteen needles of the ghost gate?"

Isn't this a long-lost acupuncture method?
The acupuncture books left by the ancestors are no longer complete, and now there are very few people who know the first three stitches of the "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate".

Such a person is already considered the Taishan Beidou in the field of Chinese medicine.

Many people have never even heard of "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate", let alone know it.

When Tan Wanzheng started to use the fifth injection, her body was already crumbling.

That little face was paler than Ye Jiaqi's.

His forehead was filled with cold sweat, and his posture seemed to be about to pass out in a second.

But even though her condition was very bad, she was still very stable when the needle was given.

Impartially piercing the acupoints.

After the last injection, Tan Wanzheng took a few steps back and bumped into the sofa next to her.

The whole body slammed down on the sofa.

At this time, Ye Jiaqi on the hospital bed still didn't wake up, but her face was already bloody.

Waking up is only a matter of time.

The yin energy in the room dissipated after Tan Wanzheng finished applying the needles.

Instead of feeling a little cold, the whole body began to heat up.

Yang Qi gathers in the room little by little, making people feel comfortable.

Outside the corridor of the hospital, Grandpa Ting leaned against the wall, staring at the closed door of the ward from time to time.

He held a cigarette in his hand.

That way, the whole person is extremely indifferent, but has a bit of monstrous handsomeness.

Look carefully, the sexy and beautiful lips are trembling with smoke in them.

Those who are familiar with Ye Junting will definitely find that he is abnormally irritable at the moment.

That Grandpa Ting who had never changed his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes was also starting to get emotional now, with low air pressure lingering all over his body.

However, such emotions will only show up when they meet Tan Wanzheng.

After finishing a cigarette, Ye Junting lowered his head and lifted his sleeve to check the time on his wrist.

From this point of view, it was still 5 minutes before midnight.

Originally lazy, he stood up straight in an instant, and his whole body regained his energy.

Those red phoenix eyes were full of killing, staring at the door of the ward.

Ye Jin, and Ye Shui were also affected by Master Ting's emotions, and they became extremely nervous.

Their hands were placed on their lower backs at the same time, and when they touched the cold thing, they felt a sense of security.

Ye Junting obviously felt a chill, and the fierce aura in his body became stronger.

But he didn't make any movements, just looked at the door of the ward.

"Father"

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Ye Junting didn't speak.

Ye Shui and Ye Jin were extremely nervous.

What's going on here?
Is someone coming to attack tonight?
Someone is targeting Missy?
Otherwise, it's targeting Lord Ting.

Looking around, who in Yanjing dares to do anything to Master Ting, does that mean he doesn't want to live?
But something happened to the eldest lady, something happened right under their noses, and the eldest lady had to be transferred to another hospital.

Combined with Ye Junting's reaction at this moment, Ye Jin and the others became even more nervous.

There is an enemy attack?
Ye Junting didn't speak, Ye Shui nodded to Ye Jin.

Ye Jin took a deep look at Ye Shui, walked towards the corridor, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

All of a sudden, the whole of Yanjing began to be in turmoil.

Master Ting's people began to rush to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine one after another.

That night, those high-level officials in Yanjing stayed up all night, and all the people under their hands went out to collect information.

Is something going to happen?

The Ministry of National Security, which is as stable as Mount Tai, has also begun to be restless. Didn't something happen?
It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that Ye Junting didn't hear any noise, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He strode towards the ward.

The room was silent, filled with the ticking of instruments.

Ye Jiaqi on the hospital bed was still unconscious.

On the sofa, Tan Wanzheng's small body curled up into a ball, and she fell into a coma.

Master Ting took a tight breath and stepped cautiously, fearing that he would wake her up.

Walking over, gently lifted Tan Wanzheng from the sofa.

Tan Wanzheng squinted her eyes and saw that it was Ye Junting who had fallen asleep again.

The commotion outside had no effect on the people in the ward.

Ye Jin and Ye Shui stayed outside overnight.

At dawn, not only did they not relax their vigilance, but they centered on the ward, and there were more and more people guarding the room openly and secretly.

Layers of security.

Under such siege, it is difficult for even flies to fly in.

When Tan Wanzheng opened her eyes, she rolled over and got out of bed.

Get out of the side room.

Ye Junting sat on the sofa, fiddled with his mobile phone with his head down.

On the hospital bed, Ye Jiaqi had already woken up, but she was extremely weak.

Hearing Qingwei's footsteps, Ye Junting raised his head to see Tan Wanzheng, and got up to meet her.

"Wait a minute, Yejin is going to buy breakfast."

"Ah."

Ye Junting supported Tan Wanzheng, and she naturally leaned on him with all her strength.

Seeing that Ye Jiaqi woke up, Tan Wanzheng was not particularly surprised.

Logically, he should have woken up.

Ye Junting helped Tan Wanzheng to sit on the sofa, and then said weakly, "Let the dean come over."

"it is good!"

Ye Junting turned around and ordered Ye Shui to call the director of the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine over.

When the group of them walked in, Lord Ting was serving Tan Wanzheng for breakfast.

"Master Ting, what do you need from me?"

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The director of the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine is an old man in his 60s, with a standard Chinese character face, and he looks very energetic.

He is the famous Dean Luo, the Taishan Beidou in the field of Chinese medicine.

Ye Junting nodded lightly.

"Well, my wife is looking for you."

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Tan Wanzheng glanced at the leader, Dean Luo, and said calmly, "Wait a minute, wait until I finish eating."

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As soon as Qin Wanzheng said these words, the atmosphere in the whole ward suddenly became deserted.

The assistant beside Dean Luo's face turned ugly in an instant.

Waiting for her to finish breakfast?

Although she is Master Ting's daughter-in-law and a superior existence, she shouldn't be so unreasonable.

Does she know that Dean Luo's time is counted in seconds.

Waiting for her to eat breakfast for 10 minutes, Dean Luo can save many people.

After waiting for 10 minutes, Tan Wanzheng still didn't finish eating.

Instead, he drank the porridge slowly, ignoring the waiting group of people.

Except for Dean Luo, who didn't change anything, the rest of the eyes on Tan Wanzheng became angry.

After a while, Tan Wanzheng lazily leaned on the sofa after eating.

Casually said: "Principal Luo, give Ye Jiaqi a set of five thunder yin and yang needles."

"Use the Nine Suns method."

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After Qin Wanzheng's voice fell, Dean Luo's assistant finally couldn't help it: "Miss Tan, do you know medical skills?"

"Do you know that Miss Ye's current situation can only be vented first?"

(End of this chapter)