Chapter 866 But how is it possible? How old is this girl?
"This golden needle technique is really amazing! No wonder he dares to compete with the acupuncturist."
"Indeed, we are inferior to him. Perhaps only acupuncturists can compete with him."
"The hand follows the eye, the eye follows the heart, the heart follows the will. This smooth and flowing method is like divine help. Has it reached the pinnacle?"
All the miracle doctors who were originally sitting in their seats came over to watch and praised Qiao Ran's acupuncture technique.
The ghost doctor looked very proud and took the opportunity to show off in front of other miracle doctors:
"I told you my master is great but you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now? Humph! My master is not only great at acupuncture, but also at other medical skills that you can't compare to. Just wait and see!"
The acupuncturist's face darkened and his heart sank as well.
To be honest, even he himself had to admire the little girl's acupuncture skills.
These hands were so fast that they left afterimages, and they could accurately hit the acupuncture points without the need for close observation with the eyes. Their level of proficiency was even better than mine.
This level of skill is simply impossible to achieve without decades of hard practice.
But how is that possible? This girl is only a teenager!
Even if you practice every day from the moment you are born, it is impossible to achieve such a level of accuracy and speed.
and……
He looked at it carefully, and his heart sank even more.
The acupuncture points, sequence, and strength of the acupuncture this girl used were all beyond what she had learned.
But upon closer inspection, he found that it had its own unique charm, which benefited him a lot.
No wonder!
No wonder the Ghost Doctor, who is so free and easy-going and willing to please everyone, would actually take this little girl as his teacher!
It seems that this little girl's medical skills are definitely not just boasted by the ghost doctor. Without real skills and knowledge, how could the ghost doctor be willing to become her apprentice?
However, when the acupuncturist looked at the little girl squatting on the ground with a serious expression, he still couldn't imagine how she had such superb medical skills at this age?
Perhaps, she is just very talented in acupuncture, or maybe she has some acupuncture secrets passed down from her ancestors, and she has become proficient in it by practicing according to the acupuncture point diagram?
Anyway, the acupuncturist was unwilling to believe that his decades of painstaking research in acupuncture was not as good as a little girl's hard practice of more than ten years or even just a few years.
Amid the acupuncturist's complicated thoughts and the exclamations of other miracle doctors, Qiao Ran was not affected by the outside world at all, and was only focused on giving acupuncture to save people.
The young man stood aside and watched nervously. When the servant who put down the stretcher wanted to wipe the blood off his face, he waved his hand to stop him. He casually wiped his face a few times with his sleeve, only wiping the blood covering his eyes, and then stared at the actions of the miracle doctor girl.
Just now when he heard the girl asking him to carry his father up to the stage, he thought the girl wanted to plead for mercy on his behalf and ask the miracle doctors for help. He never expected that the girl herself was the miracle doctor.
When he first saw the miracle doctor girl taking out the silver needles, he was shocked. He wanted to stop her but it was too late. He could only watch her quickly insert one thin and long silver needle after another.
He thought that this girl was the apprentice of some miracle doctor, and was worried that her medical skills were not good enough and she might not be able to save his father.
Fortunately, he felt relieved after hearing the discussions of the miracle doctors.
I really didn't expect that this girl, who looks younger than me, can already stand on equal footing with the miracle doctors.
As he watched dozens of silver needles being inserted, his father's originally very weak breathing gradually stabilized, and his pale face regained its rosy color, and he finally felt relieved.
My father’s life should be out of danger, right?
Just when he was expecting his father to wake up, suddenly...
"puff!"
The man on the stretcher sat up with his upper body straight, spat out a large mouthful of very smelly black blood, and then fell straight back down.
