Ye Yang saw Feng Zhihui's look from the side and understood immediately.
Feng Zhihui not only took a fancy to this piece of land, he even took a fancy to the fragile beauty on his bed.
"You, Master Feng, are really passionate."
"It's not enough to be courteous to Shen Qingxue of the Shen Group every day, but you also come to Uncle Wang's daughter to be courteous?"
"Which one do you like? Or is it that you, Young Master Feng, are just a playboy?"
Feng Zhihui heard that he was exposed and became angry.
"Shut up! The key now is to cure sister Lian'er's illness first."
At this time, Rong Zhu, who was wearing a robe next to him, took a few steps forward, took Lian'er's pulse, and said slowly:
"Wang Yizhou, only my master and I can cure your daughter's disease."
"You don't know something. My master, the miraculous doctor Songping, has been studying your Wang family's Nine Resurrection Needles in recent years."
"I found that there is something wrong with the last two needles of your nine resurrecting needles."
"My master, Dr. Songping, has been supplementing these two injections over the years. Recently, he finally made a breakthrough."
"Now, I have learned the real Nine Needles of Resurrection, and I will try it on your daughter."
Wang Yizhou looked strange after hearing this.
Wasn't Ye Yang master of the real Nine Needles of Resurrection?
This lineage of Songping miracle doctors has also been thoroughly studied?
Ye Yang also became interested. He wanted to see if anyone in this world could use his own efforts to research and restore the true Nine Needles of Resurrection.
"You, the Wang family, should thank my master."
Rongzhu came to the hospital bed with a silver needle in his hand.
The acupuncture is about to begin.
Next to him, Feng Zhihui said quickly: "Uncle Wang, we have agreed that after Mr. Rongzhu cures your daughter's illness, the land must be signed."
Wang Yizhou said nothing, and Feng Zhihui took him as his acquiescence.
Rongzhu began to treat him.
Wang Yizhou glanced at Ye Yang and understood the meaning in Ye Yang's eyes.
Wang Yizhou immediately felt relieved.
With Ye Yang, the holder of the genuine Nine Needles of Resurrection, present, he was not afraid that something might go wrong with Rong Zhu. Anyway, Ye Yang would definitely come to the rescue in the end.
As soon as Rong Zhu received the first acupuncture needle, Ye Yang beside him couldn't help but feel happy.
"Doctor Wang, did the first injection go astray?"
Wang Yizhou also shook his head: "It's just a hair away."
"But it should be harmless."
When Rong Zhu's second acupuncture needle went in, Ye Yang shook his head again and said: "The penetration force of this second needle is too strong."
Wang Yizhou also shook his head in disappointment.
I thought this lineage of Songping miraculous doctors had really researched something.
As a result, he hadn't seen the last two injections yet, but the previous two injections had already disappointed him.
Just based on the sparse level of the first two needles, it can be concluded that Rongzhu's level is not very good.
"While I'm treating a patient, please don't open your mouth." Rong Zhu was a little unhappy.
He was doing acupuncture here, but the two people next to him kept talking nonsense, disturbing his mind.
Wang Yizhou just said it, what happened to this other person?
Feng Zhihui cursed angrily: "Uncle Wang, this Ye Yang came here to cause trouble on purpose. Why don't you tell him to get out of here?"
Wang Yizhou was completely disappointed with Rong Zhu and stepped forward: "Stop treating him."
"Your method is totally wrong. Not to mention the last two stitches, you haven't even figured out the first seven stitches."
He didn't dare let Rongzhu continue the experiment.
After all, the patient is his daughter. What if the needle sticks out and something bad happens?
Wang Yizhou drove Rong Zhu away, and then said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, please treat my daughter's illness."
"Him?" Feng Zhihui sneered.
"If he could heal people, I would stand on my head and leave here."
Rong Zhu beside him also shook his head: "Wang Yizhou, you don't understand my Nine Resurrection Needles. The Nine Resurrection Needles improved by my master are indeed different from your original Nine Resurrection Needles. The strength and position are naturally different. You can't Look at it the old-fashioned way.”
"But if you are stubborn and insist on letting others treat you..."
"Then if something goes wrong with the patient, I won't be responsible."
He looked at Feng Zhihui again: "Master Feng, if you invite me here this time, I will not refund you the price. This is because the patient's family refuses to allow treatment, and it has nothing to do with me."
Feng Zhihui's face turned pale.
He spent a huge price to invite Rongzhu. If he couldn't get the medicine hall worth 300 million, he would be in trouble.
He wanted to say something to save it, but Wang Yizhou seemed to have made up his mind.
Ye Yang also came forward and started to apply acupuncture.
"Okay, okay, I want to see how you got off to Taiwan."
In Feng Zhihui's view, Ye Yang is a complete liar.
Acupuncture? Practice medicine?
I guess it will be revealed once you get started.
"Silver Needle."
As soon as Ye Yang stretched out his hand, Wang Yizhou quickly took out his family's silver needle.
Ye Yang nodded, and within a few seconds, all the first seven needles were inserted.
The speed of inserting the needle was extremely fast, which was completely different from Rong Zhu's careful technique of inserting the needle before.
"This...this acupuncture."
Rong Zhu is also a person who knows the goods. He knows at a glance that Ye Yang must be a master in the industry.
"The first seven of the nine soul ring needles are pretty good from your perspective."
Rong Zhu carefully looked at the effects of the acupuncture. It seemed that the surface of Lian'er's body lying on the hospital bed had begun to turn rosy. This was due to the accelerated metabolism and blood flow.
Ye Yang said: "These last two injections will let you see what the genuine version is like."
Ye Yang held the silver needle in his hand and inserted two needles easily.
Immediately, Ye Yang dictated several medicinal materials.
Wang Yizhou hurriedly cooked the medicine, then came over and sprinkled the medicine residue on his daughter's body.
About half an hour.
The daughter, who had been paralyzed and comatose, suddenly moved her fingers.
"It's moving, Mr. Ye, my daughter is moving!"
Wang Yizhou was so surprised that he almost shed tears. The next moment, his daughter opened her eyes and said weakly: "Water...Dad, I want to drink water."
Hearing this long-lost call, Wang Yizhou couldn't bear it anymore.
Tears fell directly on the spot.
For many years, he thought he would never hear this voice again.
"Mr. Ye, you are so kind and kind that I will never forget you!"
Rong Zhu, who was next to him, had already been stunned.
"This...this is the real Nine Needles of Resurrection!"
At this time, a figure hurriedly came in from outside.
"Rongzhu, our Nine Resurrection Needles have not yet undergone extensive verification, and some areas may need to be improved."
"Don't use it yet..."
Doctor Songping came in with a large group of people. When he saw the patient on the bed, especially the nine needles sticking out of his body, he was stunned.
He was dumbfounded and said: "Have you already used the imperfect Nine Resurrection Needles on the patient?"
"I've told you that the Nine Resurrection Needles are not perfect yet and have not been verified in a large number of experiments. They are absolutely forbidden to be used. How can you come out and cheat!"
