The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

"Alright, for the sake of Elder Luo and Elder Yue, I'll stay a few more minutes and learn a bit more."

What else could Zhou Hao say?

Even if you don't respect the monk, you should respect the Buddha.

"I'm afraid you won't understand it at all."

Although Xu Zhenwu did not lose his temper or speak rudely, he did not believe Zhou Hao could cure the illness, and pushed Zhou Hao aside, saying, "Don't block Elder Meng's way."

"Young man, you need to understand that there's always someone better. Do you think you're that important?"

Meng Xiutang snorted coldly, stopped talking, and began to calmly examine the patient's pulse.

five minutes later,

He sighed softly, raised his head and said, "The pulse is like a spider's thread floating in the air, extremely weak and hesitant. The Qi is not returning to its root, and the spirit is not at rest. It is definitely a locked-in syndrome. I will give it a try."

After all,

Taking the silver needles prepared by the medical staff, she began to administer acupuncture. Her technique was skillful, her movements fluid and graceful, and her control of the movements was exquisite.

His posture was particularly handsome, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance and a grand demeanor.

It won everyone's praise.

Ten minutes passed.

Meng Xiutang withdrew the silver needles, shook his head, sighed, and said with a solemn expression:

"I have done my best. This illness can only go so far. Take good care of yourself. Your life will not be in danger for the next year or two. As for whether you will wake up, I cannot guarantee it."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Xu Zhenwu's wife threw herself into his arms and burst into tears: "Zhenwu, what should we do? Waaaaah!"

"Uh~"

Xu Zhenwu's heart sank to the bottom, and his mind went blank. Meng Xiutang's conclusion was tantamount to declaring the old man's fate as a vegetable.

He wanted to say something to comfort his wife, but his lips moved and he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes welled up with tears!

"Indeed, you are very impressive. I have learned a lot. Elder Luo, Elder Yue, farewell."

Zhou Hao waved and walked away.

"Master Zhou, please wait a moment!"

Luo Zhiyuan quickly caught up with him, smiling obsequiously, "Brother, you have to help me out no matter what. Old Xu is a respected and good cadre, with noble character and outstanding achievements."

"Yes, although Elder Xu has retired, his prestige in the military and martial arts fields remains. Since you're here, little brother, why don't you lend a hand?"

Yue Qingsong echoed this sentiment.

"The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are!"

Zhou Hao did not stop, but said calmly, "I have neither a medical diploma nor a physician's license. Practicing medicine without a license means I will be imprisoned and have to eat public food. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

Besides, the family didn't mean it that way. Would I go looking for trouble?

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiyuan's lips twitched. This little guy really does have a temper.

But that's how great people are; otherwise, they wouldn't be who they are.

He quickly coughed and winked at Xu Zhenwu and his wife, and Xu Zhenwu finally realized he might have made a big mistake. A wave of panic washed over him.

She hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master Zhou, please wait a moment. Could you please treat my old man?"

It was only then that he began to take Zhou Hao seriously, since the old man's condition was beyond saving, and having another person treat him might preserve a glimmer of hope.

Despite still not believing in his heart that Zhou Hao could cure her.

"It can be treated, but I'm not in a good mood right now, let's talk about it later."

Zhou Hao turned around and said something, then continued walking forward, almost reaching the elevator.

Xu Zhenwu's wife rushed over and knelt down with a thud, tears welling up in her eyes, saying, "Please, Master Zhou, save my father. Our whole family will always remember your great kindness."

She knew that Xu Zhenwu was a stubborn mule, unable to swallow his pride or lower his guard, and was the least popular type of person at work.

"Uh~"

This completely stumped Zhou Hao. She couldn't bear to see a woman cry, and after hesitating for a moment, she said seriously:

"Get up. This isn't the way things are these days. My consultation fees are very high, and Dean Luo and Elder Yue know that. Will you still treat me?"

"I'll sell everything I own, even my family's savings, to get my father treated! Please, Master Zhou, examine and treat my old man."

Xu Zhenwu was deeply shocked by his wife's resolute attitude. After a moment of realization, he finally lowered his proud head.

"You should have said so earlier!"

Zhou Hao swayed and entered the special ward.

The doctors and interns automatically made way for him, and all eyes turned to the excessively young man, a mixture of emotions on their faces.

There was shock, curiosity, and doubt, but most people wanted to see what made this so-called master, who put on such a grand show, so different.

Meng Xiutang, in particular, crossed his arms and looked down at people with a disdainful gaze. He wanted to see just how arrogant this nobody really was.

He dared to say that he could cure this disease, which he himself believed was beyond saving.

He was convinced that this was a huge joke.

Zhou Hao didn't care what others thought. He focused his mind, activated his spiritual vision, and extended his right hand, which trembled slightly.

The Nine Netherworld Yin-Yang Resurrection Needle, as thin as a hair, flew out silently.

The first needle, used to stabilize the soul, accurately pierced the Yintang acupoint between the patient's eyebrows, instantly tightening the lifeline that was about to break, stopping the half of the soul that was floating outside from dissipating.

Then,

The second needle, used to open the orifices, trembled as it was inserted into the Baihui acupoint. With a soft "hiss" sound, the patient's scalp instantly changed from purplish-black to white with a hint of red.

The malevolent energy immediately dissipated.

The third needle, returning to the root, is precisely inserted into the philtrum acupoint.

hum~

The silver needle trembled, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding air, and the pale golden mist that had been floating outside the body slowly returned to its interior.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

now,

The eyes of the acupuncturist Yue Qingsong were wide with astonishment!

Once again, he witnessed the awe-inspiring skill of controlling needles with qi, which was simply astonishing.

"Incredible."

Although Luo Zhiyuan's acupuncture skills were not as good as Yue Qingsong's, he was very knowledgeable and experienced. Zhou Hao's acupuncture skills, which had reached a state of perfection, still left him dumbfounded and amazed.

"???"

The most bewildered was Meng Xiutang, who was seeing Zhou Hao use acupuncture for the first time. He didn't even see how Zhou Hao controlled the needles, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

A shiver ran through me, and I suddenly remembered something.

His eyes were wide open like saucers, and his mouth was so big you could fit an egg in it.

My lucky charm!

Controlling needles with qi? A lost art passed down for a thousand years?

Absolutely impossible.

This unique skill has only been described in ancient medical books. In reality, throughout the entire country, no one has been heard of mastering its essence.

Just who is this kid?

Just as everyone's minds were reeling and they were dumbfounded,

A miracle happened!

The patient, who had been sleeping soundly without any awareness, suddenly convulsed.

Then,

The old man slowly opened his eyes, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat. A few seconds later, to everyone's astonishment,

The patient, trembling, slowly raised his right hand, and then...

He slapped himself on the chest with a "smack".

"I'm suffocating! What's wrong with me?"

The patient's voice was weak and hoarse, but he could hear it clearly himself.