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C957 Dial Dial

Zhou Yi looked at the old man on the bed. It was really hard to imagine that he was just a middle-aged man in his forties.

However, Zhou Yi could also clearly see that the guy's life was aging at the rate of his breath.

If he hadn't come, this person would have passed on within three days.

However, looking at the state he was in, it seemed that the other party had not fallen for him.

"Mr. Ning, believe me, this Mr. Zhou can definitely cure your illness. Also, look at your current situation, if you can't get effective treatment, then whether you can still get out of the hospital after a month is a problem!"

Ye Hee spoke seriously. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to be discussing some terminal illness with the patient, as if he was saying that the sun today was really big.

Perhaps, this Mr. Ning had been here more than once, so Ye Hee was already used to it.

Indeed, the aged Mr. Ning was not angry because of Ye Hee's words. On the contrary, he felt that what Ye Hee said made a lot of sense.

If he was going to die here, he might as well be an experimental mouse. Thus, after a moment of thought, he agreed once again.

Zhou Yi obviously didn't know what he was thinking. However, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was going all out, so he guessed the possibility of the other person thinking that he was using him to practice.

"Sir, look..." Seeing that Mr. Ning had let out a sigh of relief, Ye Hee quickly turned around and looked at Zhou Yi respectfully.

Zhou Yi nodded and didn't say anything.

Of course he knew what Ye Hee was thinking. Since he wanted to give him some pointers, he definitely had to treat Ye Hee in front of him.

This person's disease was not simple, so Zhou Yi planned to use Three-inch Needle.

He hadn't used this needle technique for many years, but now was the perfect time to teach it to this medical fanatic.

Ye Hee was about to say something, but Zhou Yi raised his hand to indicate that he had nothing more to say. Then, he took a step forward and walked to the front of Mr. Ning's bed.

"Apologies!" Zhou Yi opened his mouth. Then, before Ning Xuemo could react, Zhou Yi already …

Ye Zichen lifted the blanket on Ning Xuemo first.

Then he turned around and said to Ye Hee, "Come here and help!"

Ye Hee walked over eagerly and helped Zhou Yi take off Mr. Ning's hospital gown, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts.

"This is …" Mr. Ning said he was shocked, but he didn't have any strength left in him, so he could only let them do whatever they wanted.

"Don't be afraid, we'll treat your illness!" Zhou Yi smiled and snapped his fingers. Then, they saw a row of silver needles appear beside him out of thin air.

Under everyone's astonished gazes, he picked up one of the silver needles, which was about an inch long, and directly pierced it into his chest.

Then, Zhou Yi's unhurried voice sounded out from the ward: "I used a Three-inch Needle today. It's said that a needle from a Three-inch Needle saves lives, two needles are for the living and three needles are for the dead. There are actually exaggerated factors behind it …"

He had read about it in the books, but that book was too old to be verified. Hearing Zhou Yi's words today, he was even happier than winning a 5 million prize.

Judging from his appearance, he was indeed worthy of the title of a medical fanatic.

Then Zhou Yi continued to explain, "His illness is a rare condition in the Chinese medical field called the King of Hell's Death. Every year, the chance to get sick is different. If the treatment is not timely, there will always be danger to your life. "

Zhou Yi needed to observe the patient's reaction when he gave the injection, so he temporarily stopped.

"Then if you cure his illness this time, will you attack again in the future?" Mr. Ning could no longer make any noise on the bed, so Ye Hee spoke up for him.

Zhou Yi smiled and replied, "Since this disease is called the King of Hell's Life Inquisition, there is naturally no cure for it. However, I used a Three-inch Needle, so after three shots, I naturally ended that King of Hell's wish!"

When Mr. Ning, who could not speak, heard this, he immediately cried tears of joy.1

The one inch long needles were all absorbed into Mr. Ning's body, but Zhou Yi was still using the Spiritual Force to control the needles to flow through his body.

If he wanted to treat this disease, he would have to start from his meridians, bones, and blood.

After the first needle, it was to remove the problems in the meridian.

The second needle would remove the problem from the bones.

The third needle was the problem in the blood.

If he used this needle technique on someone at the level of Zhou Yi, he would be able to achieve the effect of 'dead man's bones'. However, with Ye Hee's talent as a mortal, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.

Therefore, Zhou Yi didn't want to talk about too many difficult issues with him.

Although the theory was simple, but compared to those theories of traditional Chinese medicine, it was still a lot more profound.

And Ye Hee was really worthy of being a doctor addict. He could actually understand everything Zhou Yi said.

In the future, if he really uses Three-inch Needle, Zhou Yi believed that he would use it very well. Of course, the prerequisite for this is that one must not think about the flesh and bones of the dead.

After the injection, Zhou Yi had cleared out Mr. Ning's meridian. During this process, Mr. Ning who was on the bed had stopped aging.

Although he couldn't feel it on his face, he could already feel that his breathing wasn't as laborious as before.

On the second shot, Zhou Yi waved his hand and the needle went straight into Mr. Ning's head. Mr. Ning then felt like his eyeballs couldn't move at all.

The duration of the second shot was relatively long. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Hee asked Zhou Yi a few questions that he couldn't understand.

Zhou Yi was also very patient, so he answered them all one by one.

Ye Hee was enlightened. During this process, he did not forget to record down everything that Zhou Yi said on his phone.

He felt that this was the national treasure. No expert in this world was as powerful as Zhou Yi.

Mr. Ning's bones had already reached the bone fragility of an old man, so what Zhou Yi needed to do was to control the silver needles to bring out the aura of death inside his bones bit by bit.

As the life in Mr. Ning's bones was being reconstructed, his hair was actually turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mei Xiangbei, who had been standing at the side without saying anything, had his eyes wide open. He really didn't know how to describe what he had just seen. He just felt that Zhou Yi was like a mysterious mage. Under his hands, nothing should be impossible.

He felt that he had already lost an opportunity at Zhou Yi's place. So, he was thinking about how he could seize the opportunity from him later on. Such a person definitely wasn't someone he could meet easily.

For some reason, Mei Xiangbei suddenly felt that the probability of encountering Zhou Yi was even harder than winning the lottery...

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