Chapter 118 One More Sentence, Just Get Out!
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Mo Ran Gui Yu
Chapter 118 One More Word, Just Get Out!
"Mr. Mu, I'll leave it to you from now on." The doctor stepped aside, he knew Mu Yun's medical skills well, and the two nurses beside him also retreated.
When Jiang Youchu saw this, his expression was at a loss. Did he want to save someone?
But this was sudden heart failure, and it was almost impossible to cure it once after a palliative cure.
Although she had heard rumors about Mu Yun's medical skills, she had never seen it with her own eyes, and she never believed that his medical skills were so good that he could cure any disease.
"Boy, who are you?" Lao Li didn't know Mu Yun.
"Could it be that you want to use silver needles to treat Lao Zhong?" Wang Yanhai saw Mu Yun administering needles.
"Both of you, he is Mr. Mu of the Cangling Group, and with his own strength, he took a very short time to save the miracle doctor who was in a car accident."
The doctor said: "Boss Mu said he can be saved, so he will definitely be cured, don't worry."
The two old men looked at each other with disbelief in each other's eyes.
They have heard about Mu Yun, the genius doctor of good fortune, who cured people in car accidents.
However, they thought it was just a gimmick to increase the popularity of Tianhai Hospital and attract more people to come here.
May I ask, is there any young man in the world who is so powerful?
As well-known Chinese and Western doctors in China, they are unable to do it!
After all, when Mu Yun treated Xia Shishuang, the three female nurses didn't record video, and there was no camera in the room. They just spread word of mouth, saying that his medical skills are the best.
"Boy, stop!" Lao Li grabbed Mu Yun's hand, trying to stop the treatment.
A young boy who has the ability to treat his old friend, he is a fool to believe that it would be good if he didn't hasten his death.
But with his little strength, he couldn't shake Mu Yun's hand at all.
"Little brother, don't make fun of people's lives, stop." Wang Yanhai's tone was more gentle.
"Mr. Mu, you should stop, Mr. Zhong is hopeless." Jiang Youchu also said.
Mu Yun ignored them and concentrated on administering the needles. It was impossible not to save them, and there would be no Qianyue Immortal Scripture if they didn't save them.
As he mobilized the aura of heaven and earth around him, he injected it into Zhong Lao's body along the silver needles, nourishing his organs, so as to speed up the healing process.
"Old Li, stop, this little brother seems to have some kung fu."
Wang Yanhai, who is a Chinese medicine doctor, frowned. He saw something in Mu Yun's acupuncture.
"This acupuncture method seems to be the thirteen acupuncture needles recorded in ancient books!"
"What thirteen needles?" Lao Li was confused. He is a western doctor and doesn't know the ins and outs of Chinese medicine.
"Acupuncture in ancient times, and the acupuncture itself has a saying that good luck turns life and death, reverses the universe, the king of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, and the thirteen needles of good luck can stay until you die."
Wang Yanhai said slowly: "So, Lao Zhong may have been successfully treated."
"Really? Are you not mistaken?"
It's hard for Lao Li to believe that just one acupuncture method can be so powerful.
"Of course, it mainly depends on the ability of the needle performer. If the acupuncture effect can be brought into full play, it will be easy to treat Mr. Zhong."
Wang Yanhai said again, when he spoke, his eyes focused on Mu Yun, how could he get the long-lost thirteen needles?
Who is he?
"Boy, you must save Mr. Zhong, or I won't spare you!" Lao Li shouted.
"Say one more word and get out!"
Mu Yun snorted coldly, he didn't like to disturb the person who gave the needle.
"Boy, you!" Lao Li was furious, when would anyone dare to speak to him like that.
(End of this chapter)
"Mr. Mu, I'll leave it to you from now on." The doctor stepped aside, he knew Mu Yun's medical skills well, and the two nurses beside him also retreated.
When Jiang Youchu saw this, his expression was at a loss. Did he want to save someone?
But this was sudden heart failure, and it was almost impossible to cure it once after a palliative cure.
Although she had heard rumors about Mu Yun's medical skills, she had never seen it with her own eyes, and she never believed that his medical skills were so good that he could cure any disease.
"Boy, who are you?" Lao Li didn't know Mu Yun.
"Could it be that you want to use silver needles to treat Lao Zhong?" Wang Yanhai saw Mu Yun administering needles.
"Both of you, he is Mr. Mu of the Cangling Group, and with his own strength, he took a very short time to save the miracle doctor who was in a car accident."
The doctor said: "Boss Mu said he can be saved, so he will definitely be cured, don't worry."
The two old men looked at each other with disbelief in each other's eyes.
They have heard about Mu Yun, the genius doctor of good fortune, who cured people in car accidents.
However, they thought it was just a gimmick to increase the popularity of Tianhai Hospital and attract more people to come here.
May I ask, is there any young man in the world who is so powerful?
As well-known Chinese and Western doctors in China, they are unable to do it!
After all, when Mu Yun treated Xia Shishuang, the three female nurses didn't record video, and there was no camera in the room. They just spread word of mouth, saying that his medical skills are the best.
"Boy, stop!" Lao Li grabbed Mu Yun's hand, trying to stop the treatment.
A young boy who has the ability to treat his old friend, he is a fool to believe that it would be good if he didn't hasten his death.
But with his little strength, he couldn't shake Mu Yun's hand at all.
"Little brother, don't make fun of people's lives, stop." Wang Yanhai's tone was more gentle.
"Mr. Mu, you should stop, Mr. Zhong is hopeless." Jiang Youchu also said.
Mu Yun ignored them and concentrated on administering the needles. It was impossible not to save them, and there would be no Qianyue Immortal Scripture if they didn't save them.
As he mobilized the aura of heaven and earth around him, he injected it into Zhong Lao's body along the silver needles, nourishing his organs, so as to speed up the healing process.
"Old Li, stop, this little brother seems to have some kung fu."
Wang Yanhai, who is a Chinese medicine doctor, frowned. He saw something in Mu Yun's acupuncture.
"This acupuncture method seems to be the thirteen acupuncture needles recorded in ancient books!"
"What thirteen needles?" Lao Li was confused. He is a western doctor and doesn't know the ins and outs of Chinese medicine.
"Acupuncture in ancient times, and the acupuncture itself has a saying that good luck turns life and death, reverses the universe, the king of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, and the thirteen needles of good luck can stay until you die."
Wang Yanhai said slowly: "So, Lao Zhong may have been successfully treated."
"Really? Are you not mistaken?"
It's hard for Lao Li to believe that just one acupuncture method can be so powerful.
"Of course, it mainly depends on the ability of the needle performer. If the acupuncture effect can be brought into full play, it will be easy to treat Mr. Zhong."
Wang Yanhai said again, when he spoke, his eyes focused on Mu Yun, how could he get the long-lost thirteen needles?
Who is he?
"Boy, you must save Mr. Zhong, or I won't spare you!" Lao Li shouted.
"Say one more word and get out!"
Mu Yun snorted coldly, he didn't like to disturb the person who gave the needle.
"Boy, you!" Lao Li was furious, when would anyone dare to speak to him like that.
(End of this chapter)
