The corners of Chen Qingzhi's lips curled up slightly as he said,""Chen Qingzhi."
"Chen Qingzhi?" Wu Qiang repeated.
I've never heard of this person in the medical world. Who is he?
A cold light flashed across Wu Qiang's eyes. He frowned and reminded her kindly,
"Mr. Chen, this old man has acute brainstem blood clot. His blood vessels may rupture at any time. Even if he has to undergo surgery on the spot, he won't come back.”
Hearing this, Chen Qingzhi only smiled and said indifferently,""Let me try."
Wu Qiang saw Chen Qingzhi stubbornly wanting to show off and snorted coldly in his heart.
He really overestimated himself.
But on the surface, he shook his head regretfully and said,"
"Please."
When his subordinate saw this, he said disdainfully,
"You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth! If even the visiting professor of Imperial Capital's First Hospital, Teacher Wu, said that he could not cure it, then it definitely could not be cured.”
"Hey, let him try. This little brother looks very confident.”
Wu Qiang raised his hand and pretended to be angry to stop his subordinate.
"So you're a professor from Imperial Hospital! It seemed that this old man was really hopeless.”
"Sigh! Little brother, don't waste your energy. You can't save her.”
"Young man, even a professor from a big hospital said that you can't do it.”
Chen Qingzhi didn't take the people around him seriously.
Chen Qingzhi turned his wheelchair to the side of the old man who had fallen to the ground. He opened the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles package and took out a slender silver needle. Without hesitation, he inserted it into the old man's temple.
Hiss!
The crowd gasped.
Even though he had never studied medicine before, he knew that the temple was the most vulnerable acupuncture point in the human body. If he stabbed it in like this, even if he didn't die, he would be stabbed to death.
"This young man really doesn't know how to count. He even dares to stab into this 'dead spot!”
"This is intentional murder!"
When the major streamers saw this, they could not help but gasp.
This, this live broadcast killed someone? Would the live broadcast room be banned?
"You're playing with other people's lives, so you're a decisive fan!”
"Is Little Brother a doctor? He was steady and decisive!"
"Little brother is so good-looking. He definitely isn't the kind of person who would disregard human lives just to attract people's attention!”
"You can't judge a book by its cover. What a bunch of fangirls!”
The audience in the live broadcast room was divided into two factions. Those who supported and those who criticized were arguing fiercely.
Even Wu Qiang, who was watching the show from the side, could not help but frown when he saw this.
Although he was cold-blooded, it didn't mean that he could watch others treat human lives like grass, even if this person wouldn't live long.
"Stop!"
Wu Qiang immediately stopped him.
However, Chen Qingzhi acted as if he did not hear him. He quickly inserted the silver needles into the Yangbai, Duiduan, and Zanzhu acupoints.
"What nonsense!"
Wu Qiang looked at the silver needle inserted into the old man's head and scolded.
"Sigh! It's over, it's over."
"This child really doesn't know what to do."
"I've already called the police."
Chen Qingzhi had already entered a wonderful state. He only had eyes for the old man on the ground and was completely oblivious to the discussions in the outside world.
He placed his hand on the pulse on the old man's neck. Although it was slow, it was powerful.
Chen Qingzhi smiled in satisfaction and quickly inserted several silver needles into the corresponding acupuncture points.
Not long after, the old man's face was covered with dense silver needles.
"Sigh!"
Wu Qiang, who had been paying close attention to Chen Qingzhi, sighed deeply.
He couldn't bear to watch the old man die, so he turned around and was about to leave.
"Moved, moved, he moved."
A cry of alarm rang out, and everyone's gaze once again focused on the old man who had fallen to the ground.
"He really moved. Is he cured?”
"It can't be the last moment, right?"
When Wu Qiang heard this, he suddenly turned his head to look at the old man who had fallen to the ground.
Not only did the old man move his fingers, but he also wanted to raise his arms.
"Don't move."
Chen Qingzhi looked at the old man who was about to raise his hand and stopped him in a soft voice.
"Oh, as expected, little brother is a divine doctor!”
"He's so gentle. I also want to be pricked by him ~"
"Trolls, what else is there to say? Come out!"
"Little brother is not only handsome, but he also has a nice voice. He can cure illnesses.!”
The fans in the live broadcast room went crazy. The screen in the live broadcast room was filled with admiration for Chen Qingzhi.
"His breathing is also gradually becoming more stable and powerful. This is not the last moment of life!”
Wu Qiang looked at Chen Qingzhi, who was calm and composed, with a face full of surprise.
Who exactly was he?
He did feel a hard lump in his brain stem and a foreign body sensation in his main artery. The symptoms were indeed as he had said before.
He was absolutely not wrong!
In other words, did this young man really have a way to stop or even cure the cerebral hemorrhage that could not be cured by surgery?
Just by relying on that bag of silver needles?
A few breaths later, the old man's body trembled violently, and he kept vomiting blood.
"Heavens, he vomited blood!”
"I've long felt that it's unreliable."
Chen Qingzhi's expression remained calm as he inserted the last silver needle into the Baihui acupoint.
As if a switch had been pressed, the old man immediately stopped vomiting blood. However, the blood on his face and neck was still very terrifying.
Wu Qiang frowned and stared at the black and red blood clot on the old man's neck.
"This, this can't be a blood clot in his brain, right?”
When the subordinate behind him heard Wu Qiang's words, he said with certainty,
"Impossible, how can you spit out the things in your brain?”
"That's right. I think this kid is going to fail this time.”
Wu Qiang did not pay attention to the subordinate behind him. He turned his head and stared at the calm Chen Qingzhi.
Chen Qingzhi gracefully and skillfully removed the silver needles from the old man's face one by one.
After all the silver needles were removed, the old man still did not have any reaction. Only the heaving of his chest proved that the old man was still breathing.
"Sigh! Young man, you've really caused trouble this time.”
"This kind of person should be taught a lesson. He's simply lawless.”
Chen Qingzhi looked at the indignant and criticizing crowd and only smiled calmly. He turned his wheelchair and headed towards the cable car.
"Just like that?"
"The old man is already like this, yet he can still smile?”
"Quickly stop him. We can't let him escape.”
In the midst of the noise, Wu Qiang walked to the old man's side in a daze and reached out to touch the old man's neck.
He opened his eyes wide and searched the back of the old man's head and neck in disbelief, but he did not find anything unusual.
Was the blood clot really gone?
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