"The young man who just entered should be that Zhuang Lin, Doctor Zhuang?" Zhuang Lin is now quite famous in Quancheng. Many people have recognized him by the manpower present.

"Well, it's Dr. Zhuang. At the front end, he even saw me when he held a free clinic."

"Doctor Zhuang is here. With his medical skills, he may be able to save Xiaoqing." Although many people were very convinced of Zhuang Lin's medical skills, they did not have much hope at this time, because Xiao

Qing was so hurt.

"Hey, I don't think the hope is too big. Xiao Qing is so hurt." Someone sighed heavily and said sadly.

Hearing this sigh, the corridor became quiet again, and everyone's eyes looked at the closed gate of the intensive care unit. Now, they can only hope that the miracle will be born.

"Director Qiu, among the people present, you should know Dr. Zhuang the best. Do you think Dr. Zhuang can save Xiaoqing's life?" The beautiful female anchor Ye Qian walked to Dean Qiu and asked.

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Facing the female anchor's inquiry, Dean Qiu did not answer immediately, but looked at the gate of the intensive care unit. After a long time, he turned his head back and nodded affirmatively.

At this time, he had to believe that Zhuang Lin could create miracles because there were too many miracles in the hands of this young man. Perhaps today, he could still create a miracle.

Miracle, everyone is waiting for its arrival.

In the intensive ward, Zhuang Lin's arrival injected hope again into the doctors who had lost hope. Under Zhuang Lin's command, everyone continued to be busy.

Zhuang Lin took a deep breath and walked to the bedside.

Just on the white hospital bed, the little girl was lying motionless, and all her clothes had been cut off. On her thin body, there were shocking scars everywhere.

Among all these scars, some were left a few years ago, some had just scarred, and some were still covered with blood. They should have been left not long ago, and the most shocking thing is the circle on the arm

The shape of the scar, the size of the fist, and the muscle folds near the scar should be directly sold by some kind of red-hot iron instrument.

Looking at the crisscrossing scars, a fire of ignorance surged from his heart. If any woman was still here, he wouldn't mind and use a scalpel to cut this woman who is no longer human.

"Doctor Zhuang"

An anxious call awakened him from his anger.

Zhuang Lin shook his head violently and suppressed the anger in his heart as much as possible. At this time, it was the most dangerous moment and no more time could be wasted.

He quickly took out a pair of silver needles from the medicine garden, put them away, and stabbed the longest silver needle into the little girl's Renzhong point.

At this time, the little girl's breath of life began to quickly lose. Only a trace of anger was left in her entire body. He had to leave this trace of anger. If even the last trace of anger was lost, then the little girl would be really

There is no rescue.

The first silver needle fell into the Renzhong point, and the vitality flowed into the acupoint through the silver needle, and under the urging of Zhuang Lin, it started to run counterclockwise.

His fingers left the silver needle, took out two silver needles again, and pierced them into the little girl's Tianding acupoint and temple in turn. The silver needle trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, and the vitality flowed.

There was a silence in the entire intensive care unit. Several doctors present stopped and stood beside him, looking at Zhuang Lin's fingers in a daze, watching the silver needles falling down.

When the third silver needle fell into the temple, Zhuang Lin stopped, pinched a silver needle in his right finger, and looked at the little girl on the hospital bed, with a hint of hesitation on her face.

The fourth silver needle is about to fall into Yintang acupoint, and the fall of this silver needle determines whether it can retain the last trace of anger in the little girl's body. If it succeeds, the little girl will still have hope. If it fails

, then there will be no hope.

Over the years, he has seen too many people die, and he has also taken many lives with his own hands. Originally, he thought that he had ignored death, but at this moment, he realized that in his heart, the death was still

Full of awe.

The slight tremor of his fingers caused a slight fluctuation in his heart.

Take a deep breath, calmed the fluctuations in his heart, letting himself go into a state of no sorrow or joy. Finally, the silver needle in his hand fell towards the little girl's Yintang hole.

Go down.

The sharp needle tip slowly pierced the flesh and penetrated into the acupoints. As the vitality flowed, the slight silver needle trembled and made a slight sound. Even doctors standing several meters away could hear it.

The counterclockwise flow of vital energy activates the acupoint energy of Yintang acupoint. At this moment, the other three acupoints were connected by some unknown energy. The four acupoint energy gathered in one place and blended with each other.

, forming an invisible picture.

And in this picture, the last trace of anger was bound by life at the moment of breaking away from the top.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin's breath in his throat finally spit out. Although the little girl was still a little far from being out of danger of life and death, at least she hanged her last breath.

On the screen of the instrument next to it, the two almost parallel lines were twisted in an instant, and the sharp mechanical alarm sound also came to an abrupt end.

The doctors who were clenching their fists tightly and nervously beside them saw this scene, raised their fists and swung them hard into the air to vent their excitement and excitement.

"It's not the time to be happy yet, prepare things for me, ice water, hot water, and alcohol." Zhuang Lin still lowered his head, pinched nine silver needles in his fingers, and disinfected the silver needles with his vitality.

The young doctor near the door nodded and responded, pushed open the door and left quickly.

"This old ginseng and snow lotus are boiled on low heat for half an hour. After the medicine is boiled, add two cents of ash at the bottom of the pot and take it quickly." While speaking, Zhuang Lin had an extra ginseng in his hand.

He came with Xuelian and reminded him carefully.

A middle-aged doctor next to him took the two spiritual medicines, quickly turned around and left, and left the intensive care unit.

At this time, no one left outside the ward, and everyone was waiting anxiously. When the door of the intensive care unit was pushed open, everyone's heart trembled violently and they looked over.

The young doctor hurried out and asked everyone anxiously at the door. He seemed to have no idea that he could hear it. He squeezed out the crowd and hurriedly ran towards the elevator.

Looking at the hurriedly leaving back, everyone was a little stunned. At the same time, the door of the intensive care unit opened again, and the middle-aged doctor hurriedly walked out, and everyone surrounded him again, but like the young doctor in front, this middle-aged man

The doctor, holding the ginseng and snow lotus in his hands, ignored everyone's inquiries, hurriedly passed through the crowd and ran towards the elevator.
Chapter completed!