Chapter 252 Turtle Breathing Technique

The middle-aged woman shouted again: "What else is there to say? It's my man you killed!"

After saying that, she burst into tears: "Husband, your death is really tragic. You died at the hands of this quack doctor just at the age of 45. What will I do after you die?"

Ye Bufan said calmly: "The prescription I mentioned was prescribed by me, but I didn't say I was the one who killed the person."

The middle-aged woman shouted: "My husband is here, and it was you who prescribed the medicine. Why should I deny it?"

Cao Xinghua walked over and put his hand on the middle-aged man's wrist. Soon his expression became extremely gloomy. This man had no pulse at all, and his body was cold, without any body temperature. He was indeed dead.

He turned back and whispered: "Brother, this man is indeed dead."

Although the voice was very low, the middle-aged woman still heard him. She immediately shouted: "Did you see it? Your doctors have confirmed that my husband is dead. You must pay with your life today."

He turned around and shouted to the young adults: "Everyone, take action and destroy this hospital that is causing people to die!"

"Let's see who dares!"

Tang Kui and others blocked those people aggressively. If they hadn't felt wronged, they might have taught them a lesson.

"You want to destroy my medical clinic, but you're still far away!"

Ye Bufan said, "Your man is not dead at all, I can save him now."

The middle-aged woman's expression changed slightly, "It's impossible. Your old doctor has already confirmed that my man is dead. How can a dead person be resurrected?"

Ye Bufan took out a silver needle and said, "Don't worry, I can bring him back to life with just one needle."

"No, my man is dead. I can't let you destroy his body anymore."

The middle-aged woman stood in front of the stretcher as she spoke, and her body emitted an aura that belonged to a warrior.

He Pengfei saw something was wrong and stepped forward and said, "Get out of the way quickly and don't affect Mr. Ye's treatment."

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the middle-aged woman's wrist. According to his previous experience, the woman should be vulnerable and can be easily taken away.

Unexpectedly, this time was different from the last time. The middle-aged woman flipped her wrist and grabbed He Pengfei's hand. Then she pulled and gave away. He Pengfei's body suddenly flew out and hit the wall behind her with a bang. superior.

The little grappler is clearly a warrior.

Tang Kui and others were furious and rushed forward together, but together they were no match for this middle-aged woman.

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, and soon flew out one after another.

Ye Bufan looked at the middle-aged woman and smiled slightly, "A middle-level yellow-level warrior actually dares to come to me and act wild."

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and the silver needle in his hand flew out instantly, and silently sank into the Tanzhong point on the woman's chest.

The woman was originally extremely arrogant, but after her acupuncture points were sealed, she immediately stood there like a wax statue, unable to even move a finger.

"Hit her!"

Tang Kui and the others were not gentlemen to begin with. They had just been beaten, and they were so angry that they immediately rushed forward and punched and kicked the woman.

Ye Bufan ignored them and took out a silver needle again and walked towards the middle-aged man on the stretcher.

Those young men tried to stop them, but were knocked away by He Pengfei with three punches and two kicks. They were just ordinary young men, not warriors at all, so how could they withstand them.

Ye Bufan stood in front of the young man and said jokingly: "I'll give you one last chance. I'll count to three. If you don't get up, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

The people around him looked puzzled and whispered to each other.

"What is Dr. Ye doing? How can he talk to a dead person?"

"I don't know, maybe that person is not dead yet..."

"How is that possible? Mr. Cao has just checked his pulse and confirmed that he is dead."

But the middle-aged man was still lying motionless on the ground, as if he was dead.

"If you don't take the opportunity when I give it to you, then you must suffer the consequences."

As Ye Bufan spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the silver needle sank into the middle-aged man's Dantian acupoint.

"ah!"

As soon as the silver needle penetrated, the middle-aged man screamed and jumped up from the ground. The people around him were so frightened that they all ducked back, thinking that it was a fake corpse.

"Oh my god, it's a fake corpse, run away..."

"What kind of corpse fraud? I didn't listen to what Doctor Ye said. This guy wasn't dead before. He was just pretending to be dead..."

"Oh my god, why does this guy pretend to be so similar? He even deceived Mr. Cao. It's Dr. Ye who is so powerful..."

"Of course, haven't you heard that Mr. Cao calls him Dr. Ye? His medical skills are very high..."

The man reached out and pulled out the silver needle from his lower abdomen. The expression on his face was extremely complicated, with anger mixed with shock, and he shouted: "You...what did you do to me?"

"What a warrior at the Huang-level Dzogchen realm, he actually used his turtle breath to run up to me.

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Pretending to be dead, people like you are not suitable to be a warrior at all, so I will let you be an ordinary person. "

The middle-aged man felt that the true energy in his Dantian was empty, and the strong feeling he had in the past no longer existed. He shouted angrily: "How dare you destroy my cultivation?"

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, "You dare to come and trouble me, why don't I dare to destroy your cultivation? It's already good that I didn't take your life."

"I'll fight you!"

The middle-aged man said and rushed towards Ye Bufan. Unfortunately, he no longer had any energy at all. As soon as he rushed over, he was kicked away by He Pengfei.

Seeing that these people were just collecting money to do things, Ye Bufan didn't bother to ask them. He just waved his hands and said, "Okay, break your hands and feet and throw them out."

No matter how people are treated, the previous two waves were ordinary people and they were all handed over to the Public Security Bureau. These two are warriors, so they should follow the rules of martial arts.

After all, there were a lot of people here, so Tang Kui and others did not take action directly and dragged the middle-aged men and women out of Xinglin Garden.

Just as Ye Bufan was about to go back to continue his treatment, he heard several sudden bursts of applause from outside the crowd, "I didn't see it, but you are still somewhat decent."

As soon as the words fell, Jolina walked in from outside.

Next to her were eight bodyguards in black suits and a thin middle-aged man in gray.

Ye Bufan glanced back at her, "It's quite on time. Today is the seventh day since your man got sick. The pain should have spread to the whole body. It's like being cut by a knife when touched, and life is worse than death."

If I guessed correctly, you should have already been to the Imperial Capital and consulted the great experts in traditional Chinese medicine in China, but they still have no solution. The most they can do is help relieve the pain. "

Qiaolina's expression changed slightly. Ye Bufan was right. Gao Jiajun went to the imperial capital and hired several well-known national players with huge sums of money.

But these people, like Lin Pingtao, can only help him relieve the pain, but cannot completely eradicate it.

This morning was the 7th day. Gao Jiajun's previous pain in his lower abdomen and heart quickly spread to his whole body, and the pain was unbearable. A slight touch with his fingers felt like a knife cutting him.

Thinking of what Ye Bufan said before, Gao Jiajun was a little scared. Now the first two sentences have been verified. Three days of heartache, seven days of pain spreading to the whole body, and ten days of vomiting blood, and half a month later, he bleeds from all seven orifices and dies.

He did not dare to try to verify the vomiting of blood on the tenth day, and hurriedly asked Jolina to come over and ask for treatment.