"I just need you to be able to use the needle to stimulate the potential of heart fire and maintain the patient's life for three to five days. You don't need to care about the rest."

Ling Yu was surprised. Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan could determine the cause of Grandpa Gan's illness and the heart fire disaster?

"As soon as the heart fire disaster appears, it represents a sign of heart fire exhaustion. There is no way to relieve the disease in the world. Do you determine the position of the needle provided to stimulate the potential of heart fire?"

Zhang Fan said with a little confusion. Anyway, he had never heard of any way to delay the patient's life, unless it was the Heart-protecting Pill.

Ling Yu nodded, and did not talk much to him. He hurriedly took him away from the medical school and rushed towards the hospital.

In the taxi, Ling Yu called Emperor Fu again, asked carefully about the position and method of needle removal, and then told Zhang Fan word by word.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan was shocked and said, "How is this possible? This position is the fatal point. If you apply the needle, you will die."

Ling Yu saw Zhang Fan's expression and was slightly worried. He immediately asked, "This position is indeed a fatal point, but it can only be killed. The key is the needle method and position. There cannot be any mistakes. Can you do it?"

Zhang Fan swallowed a little saliva, thought of Wu Peng's divine needle, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you are right, I can do it." He was extremely confident in his acupuncture technique. Even his master, known as the King of Needles, said that he was better than blue than blue.

A tone of speaking has something to do with consciousness and spirit, and Ling Yu could feel that Zhang Fan did not say anything against his will.

When they arrived at the hospital, Ling Yu and the other two rushed to the special care emergency room.

There were many people standing in the corridor outside the emergency room. At this time, those who could get the news were people of a good status. When they saw Ling Yu coming, many people greeted him.

After seeing these people, Zhang Fan was slightly surprised and understood that the person he was going to save this time might have a very high status, but he was not worried at all.

Ling Yu took Zhang Fan and Yao Jingya directly into the emergency room, and the security guard at the door did not stop him.

In the emergency room, all present were Mr. Yu's family and a few good old men, while Grandma Yu was sitting in front of the hospital bed and wiping her tears.

"Brother Ling Yu, grandpa"

Yu Xianglian called Ling Yu with a crying voice.

"It's okay, grandpa will definitely be fine." Ling Yu touched her head, then walked to the hospital bed, and asked Grandma Yu, "Grandma, how is the situation of grandpa now?"

When Grandma Yu saw Ling Yu coming, she reluctantly said, "The doctors are helpless now. This is Wang Changgen, a Chinese traditional Chinese medicine practitioner from Xingrentang. He said this is the heart fire disaster!" After saying that, she shook her head and sighed. Anyone could guess what happened later.

At this moment, the electrocardiogram next to the hospital bed had almost become a straight line, and Mr. Yu was in danger!

"Grandma, if you believe me, there is someone who can save Grandma."

Ling Yu glanced at the old man in his sixties, Wang Changgen, and said immediately.

"What, Xiaoyu, do you think someone can save Lao Yu? Who is it?" Grandma Yu suddenly looked up and said excitedly.

Others also asked questions in a verbal way.

"Well, but you have to take a little risk, Zhang Fan, tell me the situation." Ling Yu nodded and said to Zhang Fan.

The people present looked at the handsome young man beside Ling Yu, wondering, was Ling Yu talking about him?

Zhang Fan did not care about other people's doubts, and quickly told Mr. Yu about his situation. When the people around him heard the heart fire catastrophe, they would definitely die if they were not rescued within three hours. However, if the needle was applied, there was a certain chance that they would be regarded as death, and they could only last for three or five days, which was dangerous and unpredictable.

"If you have no objection, then I will put the needle." Zhang Fan said immediately when he saw Ling Yu nodding at him.

Grandma Yu and others were a little hesitant. After all, if there is a slight mistake in this needle, they will definitely die. If they don’t have the needle, they will die within three hours. More than an hour has passed.

"Wait a minute, the position you mentioned just now is obviously a point that will kill people. I have never heard of old man. You can use needles to save people in this position."

The Wang Changgen suddenly spoke.

"If you don't know, it doesn't mean it's not possible." Zhang Fan smiled.

"Hmph, old man, I have lived for most of my life. I have treated countless patients. It's a joke that I don't know." Wang Changgen said in anger. He has been famous for a long time and was ridiculed by a young man. It's unbearable.

"Term your age!" Zhang Fan really had a character with a surname and glanced at him disdainfully.

"You!" Wang Changgen was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Ling Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly. Zhang Fan is really a arrogant surname, so why doesn't he have any traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young?

"Mom, I think I'd better wait a little longer. The expert group is still discussing it. Maybe there is a way?" A middle-aged woman in her forties and dressed in a fashionable manner said.

She is Yu Qingcheng, the daughter of Mr. Yu, and Su Xiaoxiao's mother. She doesn't really believe in the acupuncture level of this young man.

Now Grandma Yu was even more difficult to confirm and couldn't help but turn her eyes to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu knew Yu***'s thoughts and immediately spoke, "Old Wang, let me introduce you to me. His master is Mao Pitian, a famous Needle King in Sichuan."

As soon as these words were said, many people present were shocked, and even Wang Changgen's face froze. The acupuncture king Mao Pitian is famous in the Xinglin world and is known as the number one magic needle in China. If Wang Changgen belongs to the first-class traditional Chinese medicine in Xinglin, then Mao Pitian is among the top ranks.

"I once heard from the King of Acupuncture that he has a successor, and his acupuncture level is better than that of blue. Could it be you?" an old man suddenly asked.

Zhang Fan did not answer, but looked at Ling Yu in surprise. How did he know his identity?

"Grandma Yu, more than half of the time has passed, and the later it is, the more dangerous it is."

Ling Yu knew that his words had shaken the thoughts of those present and said immediately.

"Okay, get the needle out now."

Grandma Yu is also a person who dares to act and takes responsibility. When she heard that Zhang Fan was the successor of the Needle King, she made a decision directly.

Wang Changgen and others did not stop him. The four words "Successor of the Needle King" themselves represent a high level.

"It must be absolutely quiet when removing the needle, so please go out first." Zhang Fan nodded and said.

"Young man, please give me everything."

Grandma Yu said with expectation, she knew that she might be a farewell forever. She had been a couple for decades and was worried too much.

Soon, only Ling Yu and Zhang Fan were left on the field.

"Zhang Fan, thank you, don't let me down." Ling Yu patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and said lightly.

"As long as you say there is no deviation, I will be sure." Zhang Fan took out the acupuncture bag, and his tone showed strong confidence.

This made Ling Yu feel at ease, nodded with a smile, and then stopped talking.

Outside the emergency room, Grandma Yu and others prayed silently in their hearts, no one could predict that one step would be heaven and hell.

After hearing that someone was about to use acupuncture to save people, the hospital's expert group rushed over to stop them, but was stopped by Grandma Yu. At this time, no one was allowed to disturb him. She believed that Ling Yu would not disappoint him. Old Yu's clothes were untied, and his heartbeat was extremely weak, as if it would stop at any time. Zhang Fan half-squinted his eyes, gently poked up with one hand, and determined the position of the needle. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and shot out a spurt. Then he suddenly took out a golden needle with his other hand. After disinfecting, it pierced into the heart like lightning. He did not hesitate at all. The hand holding the needle was as steady as Mount Tai, and his fingers trembled at extremely strange frequencies. This was a method of displaying.

One minute, two minutes, one inch, two inch. The golden needle slowly penetrated, while Zhang Fan's fingers trembled without stopping, but instead continued to strengthen. A trace of sweat appeared on his forehead, but those eyes did not move a minute, and they didn't even blink for a moment.

Ling Yu also held his breath and even suppressed his heartbeat. He was very satisfied with Zhang Fan's performance. This is the level that a real acupuncture master has.

Even so, his whole heart was suspended, one step at heaven and one step at hell.

He couldn't help but pray silently in his heart.

Three inches. The golden needle has penetrated three inches deeper, and Ling Yu's eyelids twitched because this represents the depth of the needle. If it is a shallower, it will not achieve the effect. If it is a little deeper, it will be a dead end. It depends on whether Zhang Fan can grasp this depth.

However, what made Ling Yu breathe a sigh of relief was that Zhang Fan's golden needle had stopped going deeper and trembled and pinched with a more strange and complex method.

He is worthy of being a master of acupuncture and has reached the peak of his grasp of acupuncture. After all, this depth is too difficult, and it depends entirely on feelings, and even visual inspections are not enough.

A minute has passed, and the lines of the ECG are still not fluctuating.

Time passed by second by second, and Ling Yu's heart seemed to be pulled up.

According to Emperor Fu, the needle application time is 108 seconds.

One hundred seconds passed, and the electrocardiogram still did not respond.

Ling Yu's heart sank slightly. Can't he really save Grandpa?

However, Zhang Fan did not react at all, and his whole mind was placed on the golden needle.

One hundred and one hundred and two seconds, one hundred and three seconds. The electrocardiogram finally reacted a little, but what made Ling Yu's soul scatter was the slight drop. Ling Yu's fist suddenly grabbed his fist tightly, his eyes widened, and his heart was shouting wildly, if you hold on, you must hold on. Unfortunately, he was powerless to do anything, so he could only pray on the side.

One hundred and four seconds, one hundred and five seconds, one hundred and six seconds. The electrocardiogram is falling slowly, and if you don’t look carefully, it will be flat.

One hundred and seven seconds. Ling Yu was so excited that the miracle would appear, but looking at the almost flat wire, the whole heart was cold.

In one hundred and eight seconds, Zhang Fan, who had been using needles, suddenly shook his wrist and pulled out the golden needle in an instant. Then he collapsed on the ground, feeling weak all over. His clothes were completely wet.

Ling Yu looked at the completely flat electrocardiogram and seemed to have fallen into the bottomless abyss. He pushed the golden mountain and turned the jade pillar and knelt on the bedside, his eyes involuntarily getting wet.
Chapter completed!