Seeing Lin Feng say he wanted to give it a try, the student from the Shintoku snorted coldly and stepped aside... The reason he moved aside was not because he believed that Lin Feng could really save the young man on the ground, but just wanted to watch Lin Feng's jokes well and prove to others the accuracy of his "Declaration of Death" to others.

Lin Feng bent down and gently turned the young man on the ground. The young man was very handsome, but his pretty face was bloodless. Not only his face, but his skin became strangely white like a piece of white wax, and it was cold, completely a stiff corpse.

"What are these symptoms?" Lin Feng put his hand on the young man's cold forehead and asked Yin Yu in his heart.

"This is called hysteria, the scientific name is separatist disorder or hysteria. His body has no problems, but due to mental disorder, he has fallen into deep hints. I am afraid that his subconscious now has regarded himself as a dead person, and his various body organs will gradually fail under his own hints, but if he is sent to the hospital for examination, there will be no problems. This symptom is commonly known as hysteria. His hysteria is an unprecedented symptom, which may be related to the huge mental impact he has suffered. There is a strong spiritual magnetic field in Tianwu Pavilion, and people with weak mental health will easily be destroyed by it." Yin Yu said.

"Is there any treatment?" Lin Feng asked while flattening the young man.

"Generally, psychotherapy is used for hysteria, but his symptoms are very special. His whole body is in shock. Psychological treatment is impossible, and drug treatment is inevitable. Moreover, it is too late to get medicinal materials now. I can only let go and try the bloodletting therapy widely used in ancient China to stimulate his nerves!" Yin Yu said after pondering for a moment.

"Understood."

Lin Feng raised his head and looked around, hoping to find a sharp thing. Suddenly, a slender silver hairpin that Ling Yueyong had just worn on his head this morning came into Lin Feng's eyes. Lin Feng's face was happy and he quickly said:

"Yueyong, give me the hairpin on your head."

"Huh? Why?" Ling Yueyong blinked her big eyes and asked in confusion.

"Don't ask so much, give it to me quickly." Lin Feng said anxiously.

Ling Yueyong pulled out the hairpin from her head and handed it to Lin Feng with suspicion. Because it was not fixed by the hairpin, Ling Yueyong's long, dense black hair suddenly fell to her waist. This erotic scene suddenly made many of the boys present breathe rapidly.

Lin Feng took the silver hairpin and pressed the young man's head. Yin Yu directed:

"Find the temples and prick three needles."

Lin Feng carefully found the exact location of the young man's temple, gently pricked three needles, and then gently squeezed the skin near the temple. A few drops of blood slowly oozed out and fell to the ground.

"It's bleeding, it's bleeding!"

The onlookers immediately exclaimed a small exclaim. You should know that these foreigners still cannot accept the bloodletting therapy in China. They believe that traditional Chinese medicine is just a cult witchcraft, so they are very unaware of Lin Feng's approach.

"Hmph, I have said a long time ago that this guy is an ignorant madman. He is killing patients!" The student of the Shintoku snorted disdainfully and pointed at Lin Feng and said.

"Forget it, let him try it. Judging from his expression, it doesn't seem to be unsure. Anyway, letting it go, this child will have to die. It's better to let him try it. I've heard that the ancient medical skills of China are very magical, and I hope there will be a miracle." A middle-aged man who looked like a teacher sighed and said.

"Haha, teacher, as the management teacher of Tianwu Pavilion, you should be very clear that this symptom is beyond cure. No matter how hard this guy works, it will be in vain!" The student from the Shintoku Temple smiled contemptuously and said.

The middle-aged man shook his head and stopped talking, but turned his eyes to Lin Feng again. After Lin Feng put a needle on his temples on both sides, he pinched the young man's earlobe and pierced the tip of the young man's earlobe with a silver hairpin in his hand, squeezed out a few drops of blood, then put Qing Youth down gently, wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and stood up.

Seeing that the young man lying on the ground was still unconscious, the student in the Shintoku Temple had a stronger look of contempt on his face. He snorted coldly, pointed at Lin Feng and said to the middle-aged man:

"Hmph, after doing it for a long time, I still die? Teacher, this guy is suspected of manslaughter, I suggest punishing him!"

"Haha, don't rush to draw conclusions. Look, he's alive..."

Lin Feng smiled slightly and pointed at the young man on the ground. Sure enough, the young man slowly opened his mouth and said with difficulty:

"Water...water..."

"water!!!"

The onlookers quickly handed over a bottle of water. Lin Feng unscrewed the lid, poured a few sips of water into the young man's mouth, and poured a little water on his forehead and neck. Under the stimulation of the cool and sweet mineral water, the young man slowly opened his eyes and asked with a cough:

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"You, I told you that you are relatively weak and cannot stay in Tianwu Pavilion for more than once, and you stayed for a few days, almost causing a disaster. If this classmate hadn't been skillful and even if he helped you, he would have become a vegetable." The middle-aged man pointed to Lin Feng and said angrily to the young man.

"Oh... classmate, you saved me?" The young man held Lin Feng's hand gratefully and said excitedly.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of work. Since you're fine, I'm relieved. Yue Yong, let's go." Lin Feng smiled slightly, stood up and left.

"Wait. Classmate, what's your name?" the young man asked anxiously.

"Don't worry about it. I'm saving you to help you repay me. Since you're awake, go back and take good care of yourself. Don't do dangerous things next time."

Lin Feng said calmly, and Ling Yueyong squeezed out the crowd and walked towards Tianwu Pavilion. The middle-aged man saw that the two were about to leave, so he wanted to stop him. When he saw that the direction of the two was Tianwu Pavilion, he swallowed the words back and followed quickly.

The onlookers looked at the two people who were leaving and talked a lot. The students of Shintoku, whose faces were a little hot because of the failure of prophecy, muttered in a low voice:

"wack……"

The young man also slowly stood up, looked at Lin Feng and Ling Yueyong's backs, sighed and whispered:
Chapter completed!