"Sir, this is a hospital. The dead are the most important. You are not allowed to do whatever you want."
The bald middle-aged doctor blocked Ye Chen's way and said coldly.
In the final analysis, Ye Chen's quack words were too harsh and made him a little embarrassed.
"Get out of my way. If anyone dares to stop him, don't blame me for being ruthless and dying with him."
Xia Xue suddenly exploded, like an angry tiger, showing a ferocious face.
She didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed the bald middle-aged doctor aside, and then glanced at everyone present with cold eyes.
The bald middle-aged doctor was immediately frightened. Xia Xue was very beautiful and had a very easy-going temperament.
But when she gets angry, she really has the power of thunder, which is frightening.
Ye Chen sighed in his heart, knowing that Xia Xue had been holding a breath deep in his heart.
It’s just that I didn’t have the right opportunity to vent it out now, and the momentum is quite terrifying.
Gently pressing on Xia Xue's shoulder, Ye Chen transferred a trace of pure energy into her body to help her calm down.
"There's no need to get angry with them. They're a bunch of little losers. They can't stop me." Ye Chen said with a slight smile.
A breathtaking majesty emanated from him and enveloped the entire hall.
The medical staff trembled, and then looked at Ye Chen, their eyes involuntarily filled with awe.
Walking to the cart, Ye Chen lifted up the white cloth.
A little girl of six or seven years old had her eyes closed tightly, her face was pale, and her heartbeat was apparently gone.
"It's no use, we have confirmed her death multiple times."
The balding middle-aged doctor frowned and couldn't help but sneer.
"Shut up."
Seeing that Xia Xue was a little excited again, Ye Chen scolded the bald middle-aged doctor.
His voice was not loud, but it had an extremely terrifying penetrating power, which made the doctor's heart beat faster.
His body was shaken, and the bald middle-aged doctor stood over there, but he didn't even dare to fart.
"It's just that his breathing and heartbeat have stopped. His vitality has not been completely cut off. He can still be saved."
Ye Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as there is still life, he can bring the other party back to life without spending too much energy.
If the life is really cut off, it will be a bit difficult. Even if Ye Chen takes action, he will have to pay a huge price.
They are a lineage of evil doctors with unparalleled medical skills. There are only people they don't want to save and there are no people they can't save. This is their self-confidence, no matter life or death.
With a pinch of his hands, a large handful of golden needles appeared out of thin air in Ye Chen's hand.
Under the curious eyes of everyone, he stuck all these golden needles into the little girl's body.
It looked like there were nearly a hundred of them, covering the girl's entire body.
After doing all this, Ye Chen brushed his hands over the tip of the golden needle, bringing up white mist.
Then he stretched, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said with a smile: "We're more than half successful."
Having said that, in everyone's eyes, the little girl has not changed at all.
"Sir, please stop messing around. People can't be resurrected after death. This is an eternal law of nature. It's better to grieve and accept changes." The bald middle-aged doctor couldn't help but say.
"People cannot be resurrected after death. This is just a natural law for us ordinary people. Some people are born to be detached from the world and cannot be judged by common sense. Xiaofu, it is better to be more rigorous when speaking in the future."
An old voice sounded, with earnest instructions, and said to the bald middle-aged doctor.
"Dean, why are you here?"
When he saw the visitor appear, the balding middle-aged doctor was suddenly startled.
This is an old man with white beard and hair and a red face. He has a kind face and kind eyes, and there is an inexplicable majesty all over his body.
Ye Chen looked at him and couldn't help but admire him: "Old man, you have a good eye."
Hearing Ye Chen's words, all the medical staff present were stunned.
You know, their dean hates people who are rude.
But unexpectedly, the old dean's reaction was very abnormal.
Instead of being angry, he showed a big smile, which was obviously a sign of Ye Chen's appreciation.
"Nine needles go against the sky, rob the destiny, seize luck. Legend has it that it can heal even the dead. I have seen a few words of explanation in an ancient medical book. I never expected that I would be lucky enough to see it here today."
The old dean's words made everyone present feel confused.
They feel as if their worldview is about to collapse, not to mention that they cannot believe that there is such a mysterious acupuncture method in the world.
Even Chinese medicine practitioners have always been skeptical, believing that it has no scientific basis and is just feudal superstition.
"Dean, I don't believe that Chinese medicine and acupuncture are so miraculous, and..."
The bald middle-aged doctor looked at Ye Chen and continued: "Even if it is true, I don't believe that such a young guy can master such a magical skill."
He is stubborn, even if it is the leader's words, he still refuses to believe it, his face is full of doubts.
"Fu Ping, you have forgotten my teaching again. The existence is reasonable. Traditional Chinese medicine has existed for thousands of years, which can be traced back to the period of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient times. Western medicine was only born a few hundred years ago, and you regard it as a guideline. Little do you know that the traditional Chinese medicine in our country is the real The art of living people."
"It's just a pity that in modern times, our countrymen themselves don't recognize this knowledge."
The old dean kept talking, but his expression was a little dazed. It was obvious that he felt helpless and sad about the decline of traditional Chinese medicine.
"It doesn't need anyone's approval. The art of Chinese medicine will never cease. Those great doctors who are accomplished in medical skills are just too lazy to compete with your so-called Western medicine for fame and fortune."
Ye Chen's tone was calm, and there was an aloofness about him.
"I'm too lazy to argue, so maybe I am."
Fu Ping sneered and was about to continue saying that he couldn't compete, but suddenly he saw a flash of golden light in front of his eyes.
Later, Fu Ping discovered that he had lost control of his body.
"Since you are full of doubts about Chinese medicine, you definitely don't believe in the acupoint sealing in Chinese medicine. Let me open your eyes." Ye Chen said casually.
He glanced at Fu Ping, then turned away and ignored him.
Everyone was in a daze and stood still. Only their eyes could move. They wanted to laugh, but they couldn't.
Obviously, Ye Chen's method completely shocked them. It turned out that the acupuncture skills on TV were real.
"Look, Director Fu has a golden needle in his chest."
At this moment, a sharp-eyed head nurse pointed at Fu Ping's chest and shouted loudly.
She walked over, obviously wanting to help Fu Ping pull out the golden needle.
Ye Chen didn't look back, as if there were eyes on the back of his head. He said coldly: "If you want his life, then pull out the golden needle."
As soon as these words came out, the head nurse's outstretched hand suddenly froze.
The old dean also shuddered and said: "Little Ma, don't act recklessly, be careful because his energy and blood will flow freely and he will go crazy and die violently."
He has dabbled in Chinese medicine, but he is far from proficient.
When they heard the old dean's words, everyone couldn't help but secretly smacked their lips, and then looked at Ye Chen with awe.
