Chapter 127: Yellow Inferior Silver Needle

"In that case, then you come in with me." Dean Li said looking at Jia Siwen.

"Okay." Jia Siwen nodded and followed Dean Li into the intensive care unit. In this intensive care room, an old man was lying quietly on the bed.

The old man was full of silver hair and wrinkled on his face, looking like a ravine.

At this time, the old man closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep, but Jia Siwen could feel it after a glance. The vitality of Ye Old Man is slowly dissipating. If he is not treated in time, he will wait until the vitality is completely dissipated. Only eight stitches can save his life.

"How? Can it be saved?" Dean Li on the side asked when Jia Siwen was silent.

"It can be saved, but I need high-quality silver needles, do you have?" Jia Siwen looked at Dean Li and asked.

"Is it a high-quality silver needle? Let me ask Lao Wang." Dean Li frowned and left.

It didn't take long before he walked in with a rolled up cloth bag. Although the cloth bag looked a bit tattered, the first time Jia Siwen saw this cloth bag, he was able to put it on the cloth bag. Feel the sharp breath in it!

He knows that the contents of this cloth bag are not simple!

Dean Li handed the cloth bag to Jia Siwen and said: "This is the lifeblood of Lao Wang, a set of yellow-level inferior silver needles. Don't break it by him, otherwise he will definitely find you desperately!"

"Yellow rank inferior?!" Jia Siwen was stunned, he didn't expect to encounter a silver needle with a rank!

The doctor's silver needle is as important as the weapon in the hands of a warrior, so in ancient times there were blacksmiths who specialized in making doctor silver needles.

The top silver needles are extremely sharp, yet soft as fine hairs. They are very suitable for acupuncture and moxibustion, which is impossible for ordinary silver needles!

It is said that once a doctor with high medical skill used acupuncture and moxibustion with a substandard silver needle, and abruptly rescued a dying person!

However, with the passage of time, many methods of making silver needles have been lost, so now it is extremely difficult to see a set of silver needles with grades. That set of yellow grade silver needles is already a rare treasure!

Dean Li nodded slightly and said, "I think this set of silver needles should be enough for you to show the effects of the magic needles?"

Jia Siwen nodded solemnly and said: "Don't worry, Dean, I will give my all!"

With that, Jia Siwen walked to the hospital bed and quietly looked at Elder Ye.

In order not to disturb Jia Siwen, Dean Li quietly retreated, and stood with a few other people in front of the glass window outside and stared at the situation inside.

As long as there is something wrong, they will immediately rush in.

Doctor Zhang looked at Jia Siwen, who was sluggish inside, and his eyes were full of disdain and said: "Dean, why did you let this kid in? Can he cure Elder Ye? I think he is a magic stick! Nothing, just to try your luck."

"There are very few people who know the eight needles of the gods and ghosts in the world today. This little guy doesn't know where to learn the eight needles of the gods and ghosts?" Dean Wang ignored Dr. Zhang, but muttered to himself.

"Could it be the old man on Nanshan?" Dean Li frowned and asked.

"It's possible, but you forgot? That old man swore not to accept a disciple, how could he break his vow based on his character?" Dean Wang shook his head helplessly, "Otherwise, we haven't learned it long ago." Eight stitches?"

"Hey, maybe one of the top medical masters came out to teach." Dean Li sighed and said, "Otherwise, what will happen to Elder Ye and other people can't eat us up?"

Ye Siruo looked nervously at Jia Siwen inside and muttered: "Come on, you must cure my grandfather! Please!"

Jia Siwen inside slowly adjusted his breathing, and finally stabilized his breathing.

He opened his eyes and looked at the old man Ye who was lying on the bed. He grabbed the silver needle bag on the side and raised it lightly. The silver needle bag instantly unfolded and threw on the bed like a beautiful picture!

Seeing this hand, Dean Wang outside was a little relieved.

This is called scrolling, and it is also a compulsory subject for learning acupuncture and moxibustion. If you can't do this well, then acupuncture and moxibustion are probably not so good.

Jia Siwen looked at Old Man Ye on the bed and muttered: "Old man, I am offended. I will definitely make you better."

After speaking, he dipped the silver needle roll with his hand, and several silver needles were pinched between his fingers.

Seeing this scene, not only Dean Wang, even Dean Li and Ye Siruo were surprised.

"This kid has a strong feeling for Silver Needle." Dean Li exclaimed, "The technique is so skillful, it seems that he has practiced for a long time."

Dean Wang nodded slightly and said: "Yes, there is no ten years of experience that can't be done so easily. This is not easy."

Hope arose in Ye Siruo's heart, as long as Jia Siwen could rescue her grandfather, she was willing to give everything.

Doctor Zhang looked at Jia Siwen with a gloomy expression. He originally thought that Jia Siwen was just a joke. Who knew that Jia Siwen was really capable!

"Huh, it's just embroidering the legs, what's the point? It's the best criterion to save talents. The doctor is not an acrobat. What do you need these fancy skills for?" Doctor Zhang said disdainfully.

Of course Jia Siwen didn't know everything outside, his attention was all focused on the brain of Old Man Ye.

Immediately afterwards, the palm of his hand was raised, and the silver needles in his hand plunged into the various acupuncture points on the head of Old Man Ye like it was raining, locking the spot of that mass of blood!

"Yes, yes, this technique is really powerful, no wonder this kid is so confident!" Dean Wang exclaimed, "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves forward. I didn't expect to have such superb medical skills at a young age. I told his teacher More and more curious."

"Maybe it is the disciple of which old ghost from the Celestial Dynasty came out of the mountains to collect? The size of the Celestial Dynasty is nothing strange, and such things are normal." Dean Li said casually.

Even though they said that, their eyes kept falling on the silver needles on the head of Old Man Ye, observing the acupuncture points.

At this moment, Jia Siwen doesn't care about anything else. His attention has always been on Old Man Ye. He stared at Old Man Ye's head and muttered: "That blood clot is here! I want to see, you are in God's mind. How long can it be supported under Ghost Eight Needles!"