C4 Miracle

The chief doctors and nurses in the ward looked at each other in dismay. They didn't expect Ding Yi, a mere son-in-law, would dare to gamble with Jia Yueqi, a doctor of medicine.

How could there be such a man in this world? All of a sudden, the nurses in the ward were speechless, and their impression of Ding Yi fell to the extreme.

Han Feirong had long since given up hope on Ding Yi. She just felt sad for Ding Xue. Her only hope of survival was actually taken away by her own brother.

At this moment, Ding Yi came to the bedside.

After a long period of suffering, the young girl's face turned incomparably yellow. If it wasn't for the weak fluctuation of the heart rate monitor, no one would have believed that the young girl in front of them was still alive.

Looking at the sickly young girl on the sickbed, Ding Yi was extremely worried. If he came here one day late, he probably wouldn't be able to see Ding Xue anymore.

At this moment, other than the doctor, Jia Yueqi, there were also a few middle-aged chief physicians in the ward. They were all top doctors of the First People's Hospital, representing the highest level of Jinzhou.

Like Jia Yueqi, they were not optimistic about Ding Yi. They even thought that Ding Yi was fooling around because Ding Xue's current condition was the type of situation where he could directly declare his death and send him to the morgue.

Ding Yi, a son-in-law who doesn't have much experience in medicine, is going crazy trying to save a dead man.

"Give me 27 silver needles. One inch, three inches, seven inches, nine needles each!" Ding Yi spoke in a low voice, he had already diagnosed Ding Xue's disease, it was known as "Diarrhea", it was a congenital disease, the patient's hematopoietic function would weaken with age, one day, the patient's hematopoiesis would stop, but blood was the source of life, once the blood in the body was lower than its fixed value, it meant that the patient's life had come to an end.

At the level of modern medicine, this strange disease was indeed difficult to cure.

But Ding Yi, as an old monster who had lived for more than five thousand years, had learned nearly a hundred methods to cure the bones and the dead during his long journey to life.

He had at least three ways to treat Ding Xue's sepsis, but at the moment, Ding Yi had decided to use the most efficient way — acupuncture!

Hearing Ding Yi's request, the leading doctors in the ward looked at each other. Why do they need silver needles? Could it be that this disease can be treated with acupuncture?

Jia Yueqi glanced at Ding Yi coldly. This piece of trash was already at this critical juncture, yet he was still putting on an act.

"Give him the silver needles!" He wanted to see what tricks Ding Yi could pull.

Soon, the nurses did as Ding Yi asked and prepared silver needles with different lengths.

Ding Yi didn't waste any time on words. After getting the silver needles, he immediately started to do the acupuncture.

First, it was nine silver needles, each of which were an inch long. Ding Yi pierced Ding Xue's Heaven's Spirit Acupoint, Huizhong Acupoint, and other acupoints.

"Hm?"

A soft 'eh' was heard in the ward, Jia Yueqi and the others couldn't help but turn their heads.

However, he found out that the person who spoke was Liang Bingqiu, the head of the acupuncture department of the First People's Hospital, and he was also the only doctor who knew how to use acupuncture.

"Director Liang, what's wrong?" Jia Yueqi asked. He didn't know how to use acupuncture, so he thought Liang Bingqiu's reaction was due to the problem with Ding Yi's acupuncture techniques.

"Eh …. "Nothing." Liang Bingqiu glanced at Jia Yueqi and hesitated to speak. Actually, he wanted to say that Ding Yi's acupuncture techniques were too skillful!

Compared to him, an old doctor who had studied acupuncture for thirty years, he was dozens of times more proficient! Liang Bingqiu had never seen such smooth and natural acupuncture techniques!

Liang Bingqiu suddenly felt that Ding Yi was not as simple as he looked. However, with so many people waiting to see Ding Yi make a fool of himself, Liang Bingqiu did not dare to voice his thoughts out loud.

Jia Yueqi frowned and did not take Liang Bingqiu's strange reaction seriously.

Ding Yi took out nine three-inch silver needles and started to insert them into Ding Xue's other acupuncture points.

Liang Bingqiu held his breath as he stared unblinkingly at Ding Yi, afraid that he would miss any of the details.

When Ding Yi once again used the nine three-inch silver needles, Liang Bingqiu's heart was in turmoil.

As the saying goes, an amateur would watch a show while an expert would watch a show.

As an old doctor who had been immersed in acupuncture for decades, Liang Bingqiu's understanding of acupuncture was very deep.

Ding Yi's acupuncture technique was fast and precise! This was something that ordinary people could not do tens of thousands of times.

This kind of god-like method was something that Liang Bingqiu had only seen on one person, and that was his master, Jinzhou Needle King Wu Jiuang!

But that was the Needle King, Wu Jiuang! At the bottom of Liang Bingqiu's heart, a voice was roaring crazily.

His master, Needle King Wu Jiuang, was a thirteen year old man who learned acupuncture and moxibustion from a master.

Wu Jiuang had been immersing himself in acupuncture for more than 60 years, so his understanding of it was close to Dao. Even some of the provincial leaders were proud to be able to get Wu Jiuang to help.

In Liang Bingqiu's life, the person he respected the most was his master. He felt that no one could surpass his master in the field of acupuncture.

But today, a young man who was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old had displayed a needlework that was not inferior to his master's. How could Liang Bingqiu not be shocked?

Moreover, the most unacceptable thing to Liang Bingqiu was that a talented youth like Ding Yi would actually become his son-in-law?!

If you have this kind of godly ability, why don't you go and save him?! Liang Bingqiu shouted in his heart, he believed that as long as Ding Yi displayed his needle skills, within a year, he would become the second Jinzhou Needle King!

It was even better than that!

Because Ding Yi was still very young, being young was an advantage!

But unfortunately, Ding Yi's current identity was a son-in-law, and looking at Han Feirong's appearance, Ding Yi was not well liked in Han Family.

At this moment, Liang Bingqiu couldn't help but feel pity for Ding Yi's precious gem, which was covered in dust. Liang Bingqiu even thought about how to poke Ding Yi out of his Han Family and make him become the second Jinzhou Needle King.

However, Ding Yi would never know about all this. He had already entered the final and most crucial part of acupuncture and moxibustion.

The remaining nine long needles were related to Ding Xue's life.

Ding Yi took out nine long needles and his expression became serious.

After all, he had just obtained this body, it was just a mortal body. He had not trained in it yet, so there was no feeling of Qi coming from it.

The long needle, on the other hand, had a very high requirement of strength. Ding Yi wasn't sure if he could control the long needle with his current strength.

The slightest mistake would cause irreversible damage to Ding Xue.

Therefore, Ding Yi had to go all out!

Seeing that Ding Yi started to get serious, Liang Bingqiu's heart jumped to his throat. He suddenly felt that he might be able to witness a miracle today.

A miracle that saved a dying man!

Liang Bingqiu took out his phone and secretly turned on the video recording function …

At this moment, Ding Yi still didn't know that his every move had been captured by someone on his phone. He focused all of his attention on controlling the needle.

As the needles entered different acupuncture points, Ding Xue's pale face gradually turned red. The heart rate monitor also started to fluctuate.

Seeing this scene, the nurses in the ward were all surprised. This son-in-law seemed to have some skill?

A hint of doubt also appeared on Han Feirong's face. Could it be that Ding Yi didn't lie to her? In this half month, he really went to find a way to save Ding Xue?

Jia Yueqi was still calm on the surface, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of unease that was hard to detect. It was impossible, impossible! This piece of trash can't save Ding Xue, Jia Yueqi kept comforting himself in his heart.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

After Ding Yi pierced the ninth silver needle into Ding Xue's Baihui acupoint, Ding Xue's face suddenly turned red. His breathing became rapid and his heart rate monitor also showed some violent fluctuations. It was obvious that his heart was beating too fast.

Seeing such a situation, the leading physicians in the ward frowned and sighed. They had been doctors for many years and naturally knew that such a situation meant that the rescue had failed. They could already prepare for the future.

"Ding Yi, is this the 100% success rate you were talking about?" Jia Yueqi was ecstatic. However, he did not show it on his face. After all, Han Feirong was still beside him.

This time, Han Feirong did not even look at Ding Yi again. She was already completely disappointed in Ding Yi, and for the first time, she was even a little disgusted with Ding Yi. She would not live another life with such a self-righteous man, so Han Feirong decided to kick Ding Yi out of Han Family after going back.

Han Feirong pushed through the crowd and prepared to leave without saying a word. However, just as she reached the door, a weak voice sounded behind her. Is that you? "

Han Feirong's footsteps suddenly stopped. Her pretty face showed an expression of disbelief. Ding Xue... He woke up?!

Jia Yueqi also turned his head in shock. When he saw Ding Xue hugging Ding Yishi with a reddened face, Jia Yueqi almost fell to the ground.

How could he possibly wake up?

Jia Yueqi's expression froze, as if a sharp sword was stabbed into his heart. His face also turned red.

The other chief physicians had also fallen into a petrified state. To save someone on the verge of death in just ten minutes, that was no longer a medical miracle. What kind of freak was Ding Yi?!

"Xue'er, how do you feel?" Wu Junwen caressed the young girl's black hair as he asked gently. Although his acupuncture technique was perfect, it was hard to guarantee that anything would happen to Ding Xue.

"It's very comfortable, big brother. I don't feel dizzy at all. It's as if I've recovered from my illness." The young girl didn't know what had happened while she was unconscious. She only felt a warm current flowing within her body, as comfortable as the spring wind blowing on her face.

"Idiot, I don't think so. Your illness has indeed recovered." Wu Tie smiled lovingly. As long as he continued acupuncture Ding Xue a few more times, Ding Xue would be completely healthy again, and he might even be stronger than a normal person.