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Chapter 932

The patient was so excited that he knelt down in front of Ye Zunlong and said gratefully: "Miscellaneous Doctor, he is such a miracle doctor!"

"I thought I would spend my whole life in a wheelchair, but I didn't expect the miracle doctor to let me stand up again. miracle doctor, you are my reborn parents. Please accept my worship!"

The patient's reverence was fine, but he slapped hard in the face of the person who questioned Ye Zunlong before.

"Don't do this. Saving lives and helping the wounded is the duty of a medical practitioner. If you don't have good skills, you can pretend to be an expert professor, as that will only harm people!"

"Get up!"

Ye Zunlong's words were to those who question him.

I saw those who questioned him before, including Yang Jiming, all blushed and their heads lowered and they didn't dare to say a word.

Then, Ye Zunlong began to treat a second mentally ill patient.

For mental illness, the general method of routine treatment is to use drugs to relieve mental stress and to add psychological counseling.

But Ye Zunlong's method was completely different. He took out the Dragon Roar's Divine Needle and stabbed it directly into the central nervous system of a mentally ill patient!

This operation directly made the people in the audience widen their eyes and shocked!

Because in clinical experience, the central nervous system is not easy to touch, and this place is relatively fragile. If one is not done well, he can directly turn a fool into a person.

In severe cases, it is possible to die on the spot.

Moreover, it is unheard of to give a needle to treat mental illnesses in this place!

Many people sweated coldly about this!

At the same time, there are very few people who still have doubts about Ye Zunlong's ability.

These people are nothing more than some second-generation medical practitioners. They cannot stand out as good as them and are so powerful.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Although I don't know how he cured the paralyzed patient just now, there is no injection to treat mental illness. If someone dies, there will be some."

"That's right, I still think this guy doesn't understand medical skills at all. He's clearly messing around and has no professional knowledge at all."

"You know, no, they are called masters. If you can understand what's going on, you will be the ones standing on the stage now."

"You're not ashamed to question others? You're simply a group of guys who don't know what they mean."

"Damn, who did you say?"

"I'll just say you, how about it?"

"You... are you looking for a blow!"

Just as they were arguing, a miracle scene appeared.

After Ye Zunlong put away the silver needle, the mental patient immediately recovered his consciousness.

Before, Yang Jiming only let the patient return to normal for a short time, while Ye Zunlong really let the patient return to normal.

In order to determine whether the patient is really normal, the judges also specially diagnosed the patient.

As a result, the patient's thinking was clearer than that of normal people, and all the problems were normal, without any mental problems.

The patient bowed to Ye Zunlong on the spot.

One time was accidental or luck, but the patient was cured twice in a row, and it was in such a short time.

That's not something that luck can explain.

But it represents true strength!

You know, even Yang Jiming can only temporarily relieve the patient's condition, or just get better.

Not to mention the ordinary medical skills in the audience, they have no choice but to do anything, let alone cure the patient.

Moreover, the patient was found by Yang Jiming himself, and everything was done in front of everyone, so this game was definitely the most fair and just game ever.

Therefore, the very few people who had questioned Ye Zunlong before were completely impressed by Ye Zunlong's medical skills.
Chapter completed!
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