Baihui point, the meeting of hundreds of meridians, is the main source of all diseases.

This means that this is the intersection of hundreds of meridians. Using needles in this acupoint can cure many diseases.

But how many doctors are really brave enough to put acupuncture in this place?

This acupoint is one of the most important acupoints in the human body, also known as a fatal acupoint! If a person who does not have enough medical skills dares to apply acupuncture here, not only will he not be able to cure the disease, but he also has a high chance of losing his patient.

"The white tiger shakes its head like a hand roar, retreats squarely and advances roundly, and goes left and right, shaking and shaking!"

This time, it was not the voice of Tang Xiaojing, but the voice of Sun Qingsong. Looking at Zhao Fan's actions, he chanted it out without realizing it, as if he had forgotten his current situation, with obsession, like a dream.

Soon, he screamed as if he had woken up from a dream: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. This acupuncture method has been lost for a long time! He is pretending, he must be pretending, and he is definitely not able to know this acupuncture method!"

"Director Sun, do you have no basic medical ethics? Can't you see the doctor inside treating him? What are you trying to do when you scream? Who is responsible for the patient's problems?"

Even though Tang Xiaojing and Sun Qingsong had some friendship, he was concentrating on watching Zhao Fan's needles being disturbed again and again, he was still a little angry. He finally turned his head and looked at Sun Qingsong, but he didn't give him any good looks, and even scolded him.

Sun Qingsong was going crazy, and the veins on his forehead jumped up.

He originally thought that the situation was very good, and with his reputation in the medical interface, he could have pinched Wen and handed him half of his property. Even if the patient could not be cured in the end, he felt that the other party could not do anything to him.

But suddenly a naughty man appeared. He didn't take him seriously at all, and he was almost furious when he said coldly.

He called Tang Xiaojing to serve as a reinforcement for him. Who knew that Tang Xiaojing seemed to have some unclear relationship with this young man. Not only did he not help deal with this person, but he also scolded him like a grandson in front of everyone? Where did he put his old face?

Seeing Tang Xiaojing looking at the room again without any delay after cursing, Sun Qingsong looked at him with resentment, then took out the phone and walked aside with gritted teeth.

This disease is too rare and is particularly troublesome to treat. After using all the Yunlong Nine Needles, Zhao Fan was already sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of water.

Wen Chenggong supported the patient's shoulder with both hands and tried his best to make her sit upright. Because of his illness, his wife was obese and slightly thin, and he stood up for more than half an hour without saying a word.

His arms were sore at first, but after half an hour passed, he had lost consciousness. His nervousness and physical fatigue made him sweat. His clothes were already wet, and sweat dripped down the frame on the glasses on the edges of the gold wire.

"Mr. Wen, why don't I change you for a while!"

The middle-aged nanny next to him glanced at the patient's face with some envy, walked carefully to Wen Chenggong, lowered his voice and said in a low voice.

Wen Chenggong could no longer speak. When he heard the nanny's words, he was exhausted and just shook his head gently, but his expression was very firm. The nanny's eyes were a little red, and he reached out to wipe the tears, took a few steps back, and sighed in his heart.

"Okay, let her lie down!"

Zhao Fan twisted his fingers and took off the silver needles from the patient's head one by one, and said softly in a tired voice.

The patient did not wake up at this time!

Wen Chenggong looked at Zhao Fan and the patient in surprise, and his already pale face became more and more scary.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to say something, but he felt like his throat was blocked and he couldn't say anything!

"What expression do you have? It's not over yet! My sister, please help me with help and let the patient lie on the bed!"

Seeing Wen Chenggong's face, Zhao Fan knew what he was worried about, so he shook his head and chuckled, and waved to the nanny who was also disappointed.

"Doctor, can you really cure her? Don't blame me for being too verbally speaking. Mr. Wen and his wife are both good people. If you are not sure, don't bother her! I have been sick for so long and I don't know how much sin I have suffered. I feel uncomfortable when I look at it!"

The nanny helped Wen successfully turn the patient's obese body with his hands and feet. Tears in his eyes kept flowing down his cheeks, and he looked at Zhao Fan beggingly and said.

"Don't worry, it's enough to take less than a lot of effort! Good people will be rewarded!"

Zhao Fan smiled and comforted him.

While speaking, the patient was already lying on the bed with his back facing up. Zhao Fan took a few tissues on the bedside table and wiped the sweat on his forehead. His left hand smoothed the patient's clothes on the back, his middle finger and index finger were raised up with his right hand, and he yelled in his mouth, and suddenly pointed to the acupoint on the back of the patient's neck.

Although only two fingers were pointed at the patient, the patient's whole body shook suddenly. The whole bed suddenly vibrated, and the patient in his sleep even let out a soft hum.

"It's Liangyi Tianxin's acupointing hand, but it's Liangyi Tianxin's acupointing hand. Does he actually have a lost art?"

When he saw Zhao Fan raise his fingers together, Tang Xiaojing outside the window was already a little surprised. At this moment, he saw the posture of his fingers and the acupoints that fell fingers, he couldn't help but exclaim again.

Traditional Chinese medicine acupoint therapy is not a clumsy method of making fools people with reputations. Although it is not as magical as shown in martial arts novels and films, it does have extraordinary features in treating diseases.

But if this method is truly effective, it must have an orthodox inheritance. Otherwise, it will be blind and not save people. Not only will it be harmful to people. How mysterious the acupoints on people's bodies can be clicked at will?

This is not counting. This acupoint-clicking technique itself is the same as martial arts. It takes a long-term hard practice and can only be truly used after achieving the skills. This is the biggest source that hinders the development of this technique.

Therefore, most of this technique has been lost to this day. Only those who know some of the basics and even have only heard of the name of this technique, fooling people under the banner of acupoints, but it is not the case at all.

Tang Xiaojing was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Although he learned Western medicine himself, he had heard these things from childhood to adulthood. He could see that Zhao Fan was definitely an authentic acupoint technique, and he used a lost masterpiece, Liangyi Tianxin acupoint technique.

"With such ability at a young age, his medical skills are definitely not coming out of thin air! How smart is the person who teaches him?"

Tang Xiaojing's curiosity about Zhao Fan had reached an unprecedented peak at this time, and he was even more curious about the origin of his medical skills. He murmured in his mouth, and his eyes were shining and staring at Zhao Fan's movements, for fear of any omission.

Compared with Zhao Fan, Tang Xiaojing was at least more than a round older. But at this time, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, standing by with admiration and watching his grandfather curing his illness and saving lives.

Since the first click, Zhao Fan did not stop. His fingers fell quickly, and he heard a sound in his mouth. Sometimes he used two-pointers, sometimes he used one-pointers, and occasionally he used his palms to slap them.

In just five minutes, he had already clicked at least a hundred times.

When he took back his hands and stood aside to regulate his breathing, the patient on the bed was already covered in sweat, and the sheets under him were soaked in sweat. The back was steaming, and it was lingering in the air-conditioned room, which seemed to add a bit of mystery.

"Let her lie flat for a while, I'll take a break, she should be awake in a few minutes!"

Zhao Fan's feet were a little vague, so he sat on the rattan chair beside the bed, waved at Wen Chenggong with a tired face.

"You mean, she, she, is she already ready?"

Wen Chenggong was so tired that he struggled to turn the patient over again with the help of the nanny. As if he had just come back to his senses, he stuttered at Zhao Fan and asked.

"It's not that easy. I'll give you a few doses of medicine when I'll take a break. It will take some time to get rid of the root! Moreover, she has been in a long time sleep, her physical function has been affected, and her muscles have a little atrophy. You have to contact the rehabilitation center to help her with recovery treatment!"

Zhao Fan nodded gently with a smile on his face. After saying these words, he ignored Wen Chenggong and leaned against the rattan chair. After a while, he snored.

Seeing Zhao Fan nodding and hearing words like "root cut off" and "recovery treatment", Wen Chenggong's body kept trembling, and he didn't react for a while.

He stood for a full minute before his neck was a little stiff, expectant, and a little scared.

Then he saw his wife's eyelashes tremble, and he opened his eyes gently, his eyes clear and he was extremely awake. Only then did he realize that this was not a dream, everything was true.

The middle-aged man's feet became soft and he slapped on the edge of the bed and started to cry.

Who says a man doesn’t cry? It’s just that he hasn’t reached the sad place!

Wen Chenggong can be said to have done everything he can to treat his wife. He has long ignored the consumption of time and money, but no one can understand the torture and torture in his heart that he has never experienced.

At this moment, he saw that what he was begging for finally came true. He felt like his whole body was hollowed out and had no strength at all. He supported the edge of the bed with both hands, looked at the not-so-beautiful woman on the bed, and felt that he was the happiest person in the world now.

"Success, I'm sorry, I've worried you, I fell asleep again by accident! It's okay, it's just a sleep, it doesn't hurt, you don't have to worry about me!"

The woman's gentle voice came, but it was like the sound of nature in Wen Chenggong's ears.

You should know that his wife would never be so awake when she woke up after a while. She was talking nonsense lightly, and sometimes she would smash things and beat people when she saw them. Once, she even rushed out of the community, took off her clothes while running, and shouted to take a shower. Wen Chenggong was crying and carrying her back with a few bodyguards and nanny.

Zhao Fan thought that Wen Chenggong brought two bodyguards to protect his safety, but in fact he was completely misunderstood. A large part of the role of these two bodyguards was to prevent this situation from happening.

"Good people will be rewarded, and good people will be rewarded!"

The nanny's tears were constantly dripping down, with a happy smile on her face, and she kept wiping her tears, but she couldn't wipe them dry.

"Dad, dad, what's going on with my mom? You get out of the way and let me in! If something happens to my mom, I will never let you go!"

Wen Zuoxian's roar sounded outside the door. He was already restless and could not hear what Zhao Fan and Wen Chenggong said through the window. Hearing Wen Chenggong's crying loudly, he thought something big had happened to his mother, so he rushed into the room like crazy.
Chapter completed!