368: C368 Huang Lao's Soul-fixing Needle

C368 Huang Lao's Soul-fixing Needle

When he said that, he intentionally looked at Zhao Feng.

The meaning was obvious.

He didn't want Zhao Feng to get involved in this matter.

Nie Qianyan said to Zhao Feng with a troubled expression, "Zhao, Dr. Zhao, do you think we should go out first? Old Mr. Huang needs some treatment."

She originally wanted to say Young Master Zhao, but Zhao Feng interrupted her at the introduction. She knew that Zhao Feng didn't want others to know his identity, so he changed his name to Dr. Zhao.

Zhao Feng looked at Nie Qianyan deeply and said, "You have to think this through. If he interferes, how long will it take for Wu Chengping to get involved? Then I won't be responsible anymore."

Nie Qianyan quickly nodded.

Seeing that, Zhao Feng pulled Wu Zixia out of the ward.

Wu Zixia quickly said, "Zhao Feng, that's my father. You can't ignore him!"

Zhao Feng shook his head: "The venom in your father's body hasn't been resolved for even a second, why not let Huang Wenkang take over? Even if the treatment is wrong, with Huang Wenkang, your father will be fine."

The Huang Family had a unique acupuncture technique. Anyone who encountered other things that were on the verge of death, such as Wu Chengping, could temporarily put the other person's life on the line.

This was also the reason why he dared to let Huang Wenkang go free for treatment. Even if something happened, he would be able to hang Huang Wenkang's life.

At that time, as long as the coffin fungus of the Xu family arrived, Zhao Feng would naturally be able to cure Wu Chengping of his poison.

Wu Zixia calmed down when she heard this, but Zhao Feng knew that her heart was far from calm. It could be seen from Wu Zixia's trembling arms.

"Let's go!"

"Come with me to buy medicinal ingredients."

Other than the coffin fungus, there were many other drugs to be counted in the antidote formula. Yesterday was too late, and there was no coffin fungus, so Zhao Feng was in no hurry.

However, now that the Xu Family had already promised to deliver the Coffin Mushroom, he would have to start preparing the other medicinal ingredients.

Wu Zixia did not object. No matter what, she always trusted Zhao Feng.

When the two of them came back from the pharmacy with a few bags of herbs, Nie Qianyan's wails could be heard from the ward.

Zhao Feng was surprised for a moment. He opened the door quickly and saw Wu Chengping lying on the sickbed, spitting black blood. Nie Qianyan was crying beside him.

Huang Wenkang was flustered. "This is none of my business. The poison has been in the heart for too long. Even with the antidote, it's useless."

Zhao Feng panicked and quickly threw the herbs away, "Hurry and hang Wu Chengping! Isn't your Huang Family a medical family? What about the Soul-Fixing Needle technique passed down in his family? Why don't you come out? "

Huang Wenkang was surprised that Zhao Feng knew about the Soul Securing Needle, which was a secret of the Huang Family. Ordinary people only knew that the Huang Family had this ability, but didn't know the specific name.

"I, I don't know how to!"

The average doctor, Huang Wenkang, was simply unable to reach the level of using the Soul Locking Needle, and Elder Huang did not pass it on to him at all.

Zhao Feng was stunned, he wanted to slap himself. He really didn't expect this to happen.

"I'll call you right away to see what Elder Huang can do."

Huang Wenkang also knew that he used the wrong medicine. He stretched out his hand and shakily dialed his father's number.

"You unfilial son, why did you think of calling this old man? Did you encounter some sort of difficult illness?"

Elder Huang said with a chuckle, obviously in a good mood.

Huang Wenkang swallowed his saliva. "Dad!" I have a patient on my side who's dying and I don't know what to do, you see. "

Zhao Feng almost kicked Huang Wenkang. What's going on? He's obviously quite old, don't you know what's important?

"Elder Huang, this is Zhao Feng. Could you please video teach Mr. Huang Wenkang how to use the Soul-Sealing Spike? Please rest assured that we will all avoid it."

The Soul-Fixation Needle was a secret of the Huang Family, so Zhao Feng naturally knew the principle of avoiding it.

Hearing Zhao Feng's voice, Elder Huang was obviously stunned: "Zhao? Since where are you? How could my unfilial son have the right to interfere in the case of a patient? "

He knew about Zhao Feng's medical skills. It could be said that other than that Soul Fixation Needle technique, there was no other way that Zhao Feng could surpass him. He did not understand why Huang Wenkang would intervene in the treatment.

At this time …

Huang Wenkang was truly shocked. He never thought that his father would have such a high evaluation of Zhao Feng.

Although his medical skills weren't considered high, that was a difference of who to compare themselves with. There was a famous doctor's father who had been around him ever since he was young. He was already in his fifties.

"Dad!" Don't ask so much, just quickly hand over the Soul-Sealing Spike to me! Whether or not we can save Wu Chengping's life will depend on his luck. "

The doctor was kind-hearted. Although Huang Wenkang was fond of reputation, he still had basic medical ethics. At a time like this, he also wanted to pay for all the mistakes he made.

Elder Huang harrumphed, "You little b * stard, now that you think of it, you should hold your leg and do whatever you want. With the silver needles in your body, can you control it properly?"

"

The Soul-Fixation Needle could be said to be a needle technique used by Hades to steal someone. Naturally, the difficulty of using it wasn't low. At a time like this, Huang Wenkang was far from being able to do it.

Just when everyone thought that there was no hope, Elder Huang changed the topic on the other end of the phone.

"You can't, but Zhao can. Call the others out, and I'll tell you how to use the needle technique right now."

When he said that, not only was Huang Wenkang shocked, Zhao Feng was also shocked, "Elder Huang, I'm just an outsider! You don't have the qualifications to inherit this needle technique! "

Elder Huang on the other end of the phone snorted: "The Soul-Fixation Needle is a good thing, this old man doesn't want it to be lost in my hands. That unfilial son of mine, even if I die, he won't be able to reach the standard of using the Soul-Fixation Needle."

Huang Wenkang's face was full of shame. He knew that what his father said was true.

"… …"

In the bright ward, Huang Wenkang held his phone and pointed it at Wu Chengping.

Zhao Feng nodded after disinfection.

Elder Huang's voice came out of the phone: "First needle, enter the Giant Que acupoint, three centimeters of silver needle entering your body."

A silver needle fell from Zhao Feng's hand.

"The second needle, entering the Qi Sea, the silver needle entering the body, five centimeters."

"..."

"The last needle, enter Shang Qu Acupoint, the silver needle enter 3%."

Looking at Wu Chengping, who was covered in silver needles,

Wu Tie heaved a sigh of relief. No wonder Elder Huang didn't give the Soul-Sealing Spike to Huang Wenkang. So it was this difficult.

During the process of acupuncture, there could not be the slightest deviation. When he dropped the needle halfway, he could not hold on any longer. It was really hard to imagine how Elder Huang could execute this kind of acupuncture at such an age.0

Huang Wenkang quickly handed over a towel on the side. This was a habit he had since childhood. Every time his father finished performing this set of acupuncture techniques, his face would turn frighteningly white, not a single part of his body wasn't drenched in sweat.

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