"Murderer - The Strongest Miracle Doctor in China" and "The Incompetent Miracle Doctor in Accidental" Once this series of news reports are out, it will be enough to push Lan Feng, who has just reached the peak of popularity, to a trough and become a despised existence. The newly established Weiyan Film Company will also be impacted.

Lan Feng looked cold and looked at Dai Feng who was rushing towards him in anger with calm eyes. He shook his head gently. He could not allow Dai Feng, who was incited by someone else's words, to continue making trouble. That would only make the situation worse and worse for him.

He knew that he had many enemies in the capital, and once the matter here was exposed, he would fall into a state of doom.

The scene must be controlled, and he must also find out the reason for the sudden death of the old man.

So, at the moment when the angry Dai Feng rushed over, Lan Feng moved.

A silver needle was taken out of the bracelet by him and quietly penetrated into Dai Feng's body, limiting his movements. A faint voice came from Lan Feng's mouth: "Sorry, now this is the only way to calm you down."

"I've hit someone... The strongest miracle doctor in China beat someone. After the doctor died, someone else's father even beat someone..."

Cheng Yu scurried among the crowd and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, call the police."

"Click click..."

Some people took photos of Lan Feng wildly, while some people took out their cell phones to make phone calls, and the whole scene became even more bastard.

"Shut up."

Lan Feng's expression was cold, and his temperament suddenly changed. An inviolable majesty spread out from his body, making the entire scene extremely quiet. Everyone looked at Lan Feng with shock.

"No one should talk. If this old man really died because of me, I would be responsible."

"Also, Qingya, call the police and let the police come."

Lan Feng said expressionlessly.

"But, Lan Feng..."

Qingya wanted to say something, but when she saw Lan Feng's expression, she could only nod her head gently, then took out her cell phone and started calling the police.

Lan Feng looked at Lei Xiushen next to him with cold eyes, then walked directly to the bed and stretched out his palm to pick up his pulse for the old man.

But Lan Feng did not feel the existence of the pulse at all. He put his finger beside the old man's nose and did not feel any breathing. Just as the needle king Lei Xiushen said, the old man was dead.

"He was fine just now, why did you say he was dead as soon as you came in?"

Lan Feng carefully checked the traces on the old man's body, turned his head to look at the needle king Lei Cultivator beside him and asked coldly.

"I'm going to ask you now. They brought me in, so I started to take my pulse for the old man. At that time, he had no pulse." The needle king Lei Xiushen looked arrogant and cold: "Now you are fine, ask me the other way around, do you mean that I deliberately killed the old man?"

"You must know that when I took his pulse for him, everyone in the room was watching, and when you took his pulse for him, you were the only one in the whole room as far as I know."

"I have learned that the old man's physical condition has been checked. Under normal circumstances, he will not die at all at this time. Moreover, I have found out the reason for the old man's death. A silver needle has been inserted into his Tanzhong acupoint. I think this is what you did, right? You dare not admit it, right?" The needle king Lei Cultivator looked cold.

"That's right, I did stab the silver needle into the old man's Tanzhong acupoint before..."

"You finally admit that you are the murderer of the old man." Lan Feng's words were interrupted by Lei Xiushen before he finished speaking: "As we all know, Tanzhong acupoint is an extremely important acupoint in the human body. You, an outsider, directly stabbed the old man's Tanzhong acupoint with a silver needle. This is the reason for his death. Young man, what else do you have to say?"

"It's amazing. It's worthy of being the senior cultivator of the needle king Lei. He analyzed the murderer so quickly."

"No, why would Lan Feng think about killing this old man?"

"They didn't say that he killed the old man, but he died of a doctor. The nature of the two is completely different."

"He's now......"

When everyone heard the words of Needle King Lei Cultivation, they were talking about it. Some admired Needle King Lei’s medical skills and inferences, while others felt sorry for the death of the old man.

Lan Feng looked cold and carefully examined the old man's body, but did not speak for a long time.

He knew that no words he said now were useful, and any explanation was redundant, and he had to find other breakthroughs to fight back.

But he carefully examined the old man's whole body, but found no strangeness. The old man seemed to die because he stabbed his silver needle into his Tanzhong acupoint.

And there was no sign of anyone else breaking into this room after he left.

If Lei Xiushen killed the old man and wanted to blame him, he would not have enough time, because he came in with these people, staring at him countless pairs of eyes, and he did not do anything to the old man.

But... why did the old man die suddenly?

Could it be that it was because of an accident that I was in trouble and the old man's heartbeat suddenly stopped?

But even so, it cannot be explained, and Lan Feng has no connection with this matter.

In any case, the situation is extremely unfavorable for Lan Feng.

The only way to break the deadlock is to save the old man, but can he do it?

Lan Feng had no confidence at all, nor had he tried it.

"The only way at the moment is to try it."

Lan Feng thought in his heart.

The old man was still alive before, and he was afraid that his actions would cause mistakes.

Now that the old man is already a dead person, Lan Feng has no psychological pressure. All he can do is try it.

No matter what, you have to give it a try.

Dead horses are treated as live horses.

In just a moment, Lan Feng made a decision in his heart.

"Qingya, get me a basin of water and get a towel."

Lan Feng said with a serious expression.

"Um."

Ruo Qingya did not ask Lan Feng what he wanted to do with these things, but directly executed Lan Feng's orders.

After a while, Ruo Qingya walked to Lan Feng with a basin filled with hot water and came with a towel.

Lan Feng wet his wool and helped the old man wipe his body carefully, wash his hands, and then took off a longer healing silver needle from his bracelet.

This silver needle and blue tip has never been used before, and now we can only try it with it.

"What are you going to do?"

Looking at Lan Feng's actions, Lei Xiushen asked coldly.

"Save people."

Lan Feng answered calmly.

"How can you save everyone if you die?"

"How can you know if you don't try it? Are you not the Holy Hand Needle King's unparalleled medical skills? Don't you know there is an idiom called "Miao Hand Rejuvenation?"

“…”

"Don't worry, I will do what you can't do, so watch it."

...

Lan Feng swept a few words of intentional Qi Needle King Lei Cultivation, and then he unbuttoned the old man's shirt when everyone looked at him, revealing his chest, and holding the silver needle quickly penetrated into the old man's chest Tanzhong hole.

"Nothing..."

Seeing this, Needle King Lei Xiushen couldn't help but curse: "Tanzhong point is the human body..."

"He is dead. And... I am now treating the disease. Please shut your mouth and just look at it."

Lan Feng turned his head and looked at the damn old man Lei Xiushen, the needle king, and said coldly.

Then, Lan Feng slowly closed his eyes and gathered all his energy on the silver needle he held. The tip of his index finger holding the silver needle trembled gently, and an invisible air was released from his body again, and penetrated into the old man's body along his index finger and silver needle.

The Nine Changes Soul-Stationing Needle was activated again, and the scene in the old man's chest appeared in Lan Feng's sight again like a projection, but this time it became clearer.

Lan Feng could clearly see and feel the blood in the blood vessels in the old man's body moving at an extremely slow speed. This discovery made Lan Feng happy. The old man was not dead yet, or he was not dead yet and was in a state of fake death.

"call!"

Lan Feng took a deep breath, took off a silver needle from the bracelet with his other hand, and inserted it directly into the old man's heart in the astonished and horrified eyes.

The sharp silver needle directly penetrated the old man's skin and penetrated into the blood vessels raised on the edge of his heart. The dark purple blood began to flow from the place where the blue silver needle penetrated.

Lan Feng looked solemn. His hands were holding a silver needle, his fingers trembled rhythmically, and a stream of majestic aura continued to penetrate the old man's body along his silver needle.

This aura is colorless and tasteless. Lan Feng cannot see it, but he can feel it. He can not tell the truth and obey his control without saying it. Lan Feng has long known that this aura is full of vitality.

And now he is pouring these anger into the old man's necrotic heart, constantly repairing its injuries...

Lan Feng didn't know if this method would work, but he had to give it a try.

As the air continued to pour into the old man's body, Lan Feng's face gradually became pale, and bean-sized sweat appeared on his forehead, and then it continued to remain along his cheeks.

Obviously, doing such a thing consumes a lot of energy and energy. Even Lan Feng is strong and physically unable to withstand it. The shirt he was wearing was soaked in sweat, and his face became paler, looking like a patient, but he still straightened his back and persevered.

Everyone watched this scene quietly, and no one spoke.

Looking at Lan Feng, whose face became extremely bad when sweating, Ruo Qingya felt sorry for her. She picked up a towel and gently wiped Lan Feng's sweat on her forehead and cheeks...

Among the reporters in the room, a middle-aged man in a black suit next to Cheng Yu looked at this scene, with a hint of sneer on his face, then slowly picked up the camera hanging around his neck and pointed it at Lan Feng and was about to press the shutter, as if he wanted to record this scene.

Suddenly, a strong life and death crisis filled Lan Feng's heart, who was being treated with acupuncture, causing his face to change suddenly.

"Dadada..."

The next moment, the harsh gunshots like machine guns echoed in the room.

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