The Heaven’s Jailer

"Old Li, didn't you give the needle?" Ge Zheng asked in surprise.

"No." Li Mengdong shook his head.

"Uh..." Ge Zheng was suddenly embarrassed. Before Li Mengdong came, he had already had someone inform the patient's family that there would be China's first injection of Li Mengdong's experimental treatment for the patient. Mr. Li, the leader of the hospital, took action himself, and was immediately overjoyed, but now he is temporarily replaced. If something happens, how will he explain it to the patient's family.

Of course, the most important thing was that Ge Zheng believed that Liu Lang knew acupuncture and moxibustion at all.

However, this was what Li Mengdong meant. Even if Ge Zheng didn't want to, he couldn't say anything, so he could only hold his nose and watch from the side.

As the protagonist, Liu Lang didn't have the slightest stage fright.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took out a small cloth bag from the inner pocket of the suit very professionally, opened the small cloth bag, and found thirty-six silver needles of different lengths inside.

In fact, Liu Lang doesn't have the habit of carrying needles with him at all, but Liu Lang has a dragon ball, because Ao Yuan hasn't been imprisoned yet, so Liu Lang carries the dragon ball with him, and uses it as a storage room, some miscellaneous things , including underwear, socks and toilet paper, all thrown in.

The silver needles I bought before were also in it. Just now, Liu Lang took advantage of the gap in his clothes and took out the small cloth bag containing the silver needles from the dragon ball with a thought.

The patient was injected with sedatives, and is now in a state of semi-shock, and will not move when the needle is applied, which saves a lot of trouble for Liu Lang.

He recalled the thirty-six acupoints in the blood acupuncture method in his mind, and then removed all the clothes of the patient that blocked the acupoints.

Li Mengdong silently watched Liu Lang's every move. In fact, until now he still couldn't believe that Liu Lang really knew acupuncture, but Liu Lang's words were convincing, so he had to confirm it, because after all, it was related to the inheritance of Chinese medicine and acupuncture.

Li Mengdong had already made up his mind, as soon as he noticed that there was something wrong with Liu Lang's injection, he would stop immediately. After all, he was a living patient, and he couldn't let a person who didn't understand anything mess around.

"Mr. Li, I'm going to start." Liu Lang checked one side of the needle and found nothing wrong, then smiled at Li Mengdong and said. As easy as it looks.

Li Mengdong didn't speak, but nodded solemnly.

Liu Lang took a deep breath, and with a movement of his fingers, he picked up a silver needle.

Li Mengdong was slightly taken aback,

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move. At least, Liu Lang's way of holding needles is completely correct. With the lack of inheritance of acupuncture and moxibustion, many people are not perfect even for the simplest movements such as holding needles.

The next moment, Liu Lang moved his arm, and the silver needle accurately pierced the patient's Yingxiang acupoint.

"hiss……"

This completely changed Li Mengdong's color.

The way of holding the needle just now can be learned as long as someone teaches it, but to a certain extent it depends on talent and experience. Liu Lang's needle just now can be called a master in terms of accuracy and strength, even if Li Meng Dong can't guarantee that he can do this every time.

Even if Liu Lang's injection was done by luck, Liu Lang's talent in acupuncture cannot be denied. It's like you give a primary school student a college question, even if he can get it right, it's hard to get it right.

Ge Zheng on the side had never seen acupuncture before, so he couldn't tell if Liu Lang's pricking was right, but he could see Li Mengdong's expression.

Seeing the startled look on Li Mengdong's face, he subconsciously asked, "Mr. Li, did you make a mistake?"

"Don't talk, just watch carefully." Li Mengdong frowned, displeased.

Ge Zheng didn't dare to speak immediately.

The second needle was at Tiantu acupoint. Liu Lang didn't even think about it, so he pulled out a shorter silver needle and pierced it at Tiantu acupoint.

The shock on Li Mengdong's face was even worse.

One needle can be interpreted as luck, but what about two needles? Even if Liu Lang's acupuncture technique is ineffective, it cannot be denied that Liu Lang has truly reached the level of a master in acupuncture techniques.

At this moment, Li Mengdong couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart.

The thirteen needles of the Tiangang in his hand had not been able to use the thirteenth needle for several generations. Perhaps, Liu Lang would become that miracle.

In ancient times, unique acupuncture methods like the Thirteen Needles of Tiangang were the undisclosed secrets of each sect, but now, Li Mengdong, who is dedicated to the promotion of Chinese medicine and acupuncture, has long put aside his sectarianism, and he has made up his mind. After Liu Lang completed the injection, even if Liu Lang did not join his sect, he would teach him the Thirteen Needles of Tiangang.

While Li Mengdong was thinking secretly, Liu Lang's third needle had already been inserted, and it was also accurate, followed by the fourth and fifth needles...

I saw Liu Lang's speed getting faster and faster, and finally began to apply needles with both hands. When the thirty-sixth silver needle pierced the patient's body, fine beads of sweat emerged from the tip of Liu Lang's nose.

Acupuncture emphasizes strength and accuracy. To put it simply, it is control. Even if he has reached the level of Qi refining and can control his body with ease, he still needs to be cautious, because as long as there are thirty-six silver needles, there is only one needle. If it is not tied well, the effect will be greatly reduced.

In other words, even if you have a ninety-nine percent chance of success with each stitch, the probability of success for a whole set of stitches is less than 70 percent.

"Old Li?"

After exhaling softly, Liu Lang turned around, but at this time Li Mengdong's eyes were already straight.

When Liu Lang yelled, Li Mengdong woke up immediately, and couldn't help sighing: "Liu Lang, it's hard for you to keep it from me. Last time I treated Mr. Mu, why didn't you show your ability? If you know Your acupuncture techniques have already reached such a state of perfection, I have already passed the Tiangang Thirteen Needles to you, and Mu Lao's illness will not be delayed until now."

"Uh, at that time, I didn't understand acupuncture yet." Liu Lang explained.

"Play, keep playing!" Li Mengdong's voice rose, "It's only been two or three months since the last treatment, judging by your acupuncture skills, no matter how talented you are, it won't take ten years. , and you will definitely not be able to practice to this level. You said, you didn’t know acupuncture at that time, so you lied to ghosts?”

"..." Liu Lang suddenly had the urge to hit the wall.

Just when Liu Lang wanted to explain, Ge Zheng suddenly exclaimed: "The patient has responded!"

When he called out, both Li Mengdong and Liu Lang turned their attention to the hospital bed.

The patient on the hospital bed had a sallow face and purple lips before, but now his blood color is gradually recovering, and his short breathing has gradually calmed down.

Ten minutes later, even his tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Seeing this situation, Ge Zheng's jaw almost dropped to the ground. After injecting double the normal amount of tranquilizer, it stands to reason that he would not wake up for 24 hours, but now, the patient woke up fucking, isn't this a supernatural event?