Qin Fan was wandering in the hall alone.
A total of nine treatment rooms were allocated for this free clinic.
He passed one of the treatment rooms and took a casual look.
Suddenly, Qin Fan was slightly stunned.
The young doctor in a white coat was treating a patient with a silver needle.
And the way he used the needle was very similar to the Nine-Turn Divine Needle that Qin Fan had used.
Qin Fan couldn't help but stop and take a second look. At this glance, Qin Fan was almost certain that this was the Nine-turn Divine Needle.
However, the Nine-turn Divine Needle used by this doctor was only in form, but it did not even have one-tenth of the effectiveness of the real Nine-turn Divine Needle.
Qin Fan was a little curious and walked towards the next treatment room.
Similarly, the doctor in the next treatment room actually used a replica of the Nine-turn Divine Needle.
Qin Fan visited several treatment rooms in a row, and without exception, the doctors who came to the free clinic used nine-turn magic needles.
"Did someone deliberately use a replica of the Nine-turn Divine Needle to lure me out?"
Qin Fan wanted to know what happened.
He stopped in front of one of the treatment rooms. In comparison, this male doctor in his thirties was more skilled in acupuncture.
At the moment he is treating an old man.
"Hello, what's wrong with you?"
The old man pointed to his knee: "I've been hurting here for a few days. I've applied two plasters, but it's not getting better..."
The male doctor looked at his knee, which was not red or swollen, and said, "It's okay. I'll give you an injection and it won't hurt."
"Thank you doctor!"
"Put your legs on the stool and I'll start inserting the needles."
The male doctor sterilized the silver needle and then used a replica of the nine-turn magic needle.
There were two young doctors in white coats beside him, looking at him with admiration. They should be his assistants.
"Eldest Brother's Nine-Turn Magic Needle is truly passed down by the master, we have to take a closer look."
"Well, it would be great if I could have one-tenth of the abilities of my senior brother!"
Hearing the flattery of the two little fanboys, the male doctor looked slightly proud, and his acupuncture techniques became even more fancy.
Qin Fan smiled disdainfully and said: "Although acupuncture treats diseases, it also pays attention to speed, accuracy and stability. Your technique looks good, but it is a bit neglectful."
The male doctor looked at him displeased and blushed a little. Of course he knew that it was wrong for him to show off like this, but pretending was a common hobby of all living things. On the contrary, Qin Fan, who exposes others' shortcomings in public, is the most unpleasant.
The male doctor said angrily: "Didn't you see that I am treating people? Don't disturb me!"
The two little fans also glared at Qin Fan, sharing the same hatred as their elder brother.
Qin Fan smiled and continued: "The correct technique for your injection is three lifts and three vertical strokes to fully stimulate the patient's acupuncture points. But you only lift and vertically, which is far from achieving the effect of stimulating the acupoints."
The male doctor was furious: "Where did the little kid come from to talk nonsense here! This is the nine-turn magic needle jointly created by my master and the famous Sun Shenzhen. How can you make irresponsible remarks here!"
"That's right, my senior brother Ye Wusheng has mastered the true inheritance of Divine Doctor Ye. His Nine-Turn Divine Needle is better than all our senior brothers. What do you know!" One of the fans mocked Qin Fan.
Qin Fan smiled playfully and probably understood the origin of this replica of the Nine-turn Divine Needle.
Old man Sun must have seen that he refused to teach him the Nine-turn Divine Needle, so after he returned, he relied on his memory and worked with others to copy the Nine-turn Divine Needle.
It's a pity that he doesn't know at all that the real magic of the Nine-turn Divine Needle is to control the needle with spiritual power.
His superficial nine-turn magic needle has little therapeutic effect.
Ye Wusheng ignored it and continued to give the old man acupuncture.
Qin Fan said: "If you stick it like this, although the pain on his knees will be relieved a lot, his feet will hurt immediately."
"Shut up!" Ye Wusheng had reached the limit of his patience.
"Child, please stop saying a few words and don't delay the doctor's treatment!" The person next to him kindly advised Qin Fan.
If it were anything else, Qin Fan would naturally not bother to care about it, but Ye Wusheng used the Nine-turn Divine Needle to treat people. If something went wrong, the reputation of the Nine-turn Divine Needle would be ruined.
How could Qin Fan sit idly by and ignore it?
However, he knew that even if he said it, no one would believe him.
Qin Fan didn't speak, just stood aside and watched Ye Wushen get the needle.
Soon, Ye Wusheng finished the acupuncture and said to the old man: "Uncle, take a few days' rest after you go back and don't do heavy work."
"Okay, thank you Dr. Ye!"
The old man had just taken two steps when he suddenly staggered.
Ye Wusheng's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered Qin Fan's words just now, and asked hurriedly: "Uncle, what's wrong?"
The old man turned around, moved his feet, and said with some embarrassment: "Doctor, my knee doesn't hurt much anymore, but my foot suddenly hurts!"
"Uncle, come back and let me see your feet!" Ye Wusheng frowned for a while and said, "Maybe it's neuropathic pain. I'm going to give your feet an injection!"
"Excuse me, doctor."
Ye Wusheng started to prick the needle again.
Qin Fan said again: "If you use the acupuncture method just now, his whole leg will hurt."
Ye Wusheng couldn't bear it any longer, stood up and stared at Qin Fan coldly, with a low voice: "Boy, are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"
"Do you know acupuncture?"
Qin Fan chuckled: "If you talk about the Nine-turn Divine Needle, then I definitely know it better than you."
Ye Wusheng suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Haha, what a joke. It has only been a few days since my master created the Nine-Turn Divine Needle. Except for our senior brothers, he has not passed it on to any outsiders."
"You said you know the Nine-Turn Magic Needle better than me, but you're lying!"
"I see you clearly came here to cause trouble on purpose. You two, get him out!"
The two fans immediately jumped in front of Qin Fan, baring their teeth and claws: "Boy, get out of here!"
"Hurry up, or the police will arrest you!"
Qin Fan pushed away Ye Wusheng's two fans with one hand, preparing to let him see the real Nine-Turn Magic Needle.
At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Stop!"
Wearing a white coat and exposing the hem of a black sweater skirt, Ye Xinyi, who has a cool and cold temperament, stood outside the door with a frosty face.
Ye Wusheng's eyes suddenly turned hot, and he paid attention to Qin Fan, and hurriedly said hello: "Junior sister, why are you here?"
Ye Xinyi deliberately avoided Qin Fan's eyes and did not dare to look at him. It was obvious that she had not gotten over the last social death.
She stood at the door and said coldly: "The movement on your side can be heard a mile away."
Ye Wusheng glared at Qin Fan fiercely, and said with a flattering smile: "Junior sister, an arrogant boy came from nowhere to make trouble with me. He actually said that he knew the Nine-Turn Divine Needle better than me. It’s really ridiculous, I didn’t expect it to alarm you.”
"Junior sister, please sit down first, I will drive him away right now!"
Ye Xinyi did not move, looked at Qin Fan with some resentment, and said coldly: "He does know the Nine-turn Divine Needle better than you. Because he is the founder of the Nine-turn Divine Needle."
After saying that, he ignored Ye Wusheng who looked dull, looked at Qin Fan, and said calmly: "Doctor Qin, my grandpa wants to see you!"
Qin Fan smiled slightly: "Oh, I just want to meet him, please lead the way!"
"please!"
