Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

When Ye Chen heard Mr. Li's words, he was slightly different and said calmly.

"I am a medical student. I have learned some medical skills since I was a child and know a little bit about it."

In order to avoid trouble, Ye Chen did not say that he was a freshman and had not yet learned medical skills, so he could only prevaricate.

"Since Master Ye knows some medical skills, can you comment on my diagnosis and treatment of Mr. Song just now?"

He touched his beard with his hand and looked at Ye Chen with a contemptuous look.

Ye Chen said with a slight smile.

"In that case, let me also express my opinion. What Mr. Li said is basically correct, but he is a little careless."

"Oh? Am I negligent? Which point?"

Listening to Ye Chen criticizing his medical skills, Mr. Li's face began to turn livid and his eyes became bright.

Everyone is also different. Mr. Li is a famous doctor in China and has high moral standards. Ye Chen will definitely offend Mr. Li if he comments like this.

Ye Chen ignored Mr. Li and everyone's expressions and continued.

"Song Lao's meridians are seriously blocked and ordinary acupuncture cannot clear them. Special techniques must be used to cure the disease. As for what technique? I'm sorry for not telling you."

"Grandmaster Ye, I know that you have profound attainments in martial arts and are extremely talented. You can reach the status of a grandmaster at such a young age.

But medical skills are different and require time to accumulate, years of study and continuous practice.

It seems that Grandmaster Ye is only eighteen or nineteen years old. How many years of medical training has he studied?

I have been studying medicine for fifty years and have seen so many difficult and difficult diseases. You actually said that there was something wrong with my diagnosis and treatment. I wonder where Grandmaster Ye got his confidence?

Furthermore, Mr. Song has not been examined since you entered the house until now, so how can you judge his condition? "

Mr. Li expressed his inner dissatisfaction and questions with a livid face, his disdain clearly evident, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Facing Mr. Li's question, Ye Chen just said lightly.

"Just looking at it is enough!"

Seemingly confident, Ye Chen didn't want to explain too much. Many things couldn't be explained in front of mortals.

Mr. Li said with a gloomy face.

"Master Ye, Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking, and understanding. You can tell Mr. Song's condition just by looking at it casually? Are you ignorant or arrogant?"

"In that case, do you think this is good? Mr. Li has doubts about my medical skills. How about we make a bet?"

"Oh? How to gamble?"

Mr. Li looked disdainful and a little playful.

"We are all treating Mr. Song. If you can be cured, I will lose. I will transfer 50 million to you and never study medicine again.

If you can't cure Mr. Song, but I can, you lose. If you transfer 50 million to me and worship me as your teacher, there will be no harm to the Song family. What do you think? "

After hearing Ye Chen's words, Mr. Li agreed immediately without thinking too much.

Because Mr. Li felt that Ye Chen's medical skills could not surpass his own. As for the gambling money, he was even more disdainful. As a famous miracle doctor in the country, his net worth was relatively strong. It was only 50 million, but he still didn't take it seriously.

The Song family did not object, because they could not afford to offend both of them, and the purpose was to heal the old man, so they would definitely try their best.

Now that the old man has become like this, he might as well give it a try.

Seeing that the Song family had no objection, Mr. Li said confidently.

"Master Ye, since the bet has been fulfilled, let me come first and let you see what a master of Chinese medicine is."

Ye Chen responded with a sunny smile and made a gesture of invitation.

At this time, Song Zihan entered the room with a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand, and Mr. Li began to use treatment methods.

Song Zihan brought the medicine to Mr. Song, and the medical staff nearby slowly lifted Mr. Song's upper body.

Song Zihan carefully gave Mr. Song the medicine with a spoon, and then laid Mr. Song down on his back with his hands by his side. Everyone slowly backed away, waiting for Mr. Li to start treatment.

Mr. Li walked to the hospital bed, took out an acupuncture bag from his arms, opened it and placed it beside the bed. He took out the silver needles one by one and began to apply acupuncture on various acupuncture points on Mr. Song's body.

Mr. Li is worthy of being a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He can apply needles smoothly and find acupuncture points very accurately.

Soon, Mr. Song's body was covered with silver needles, and blood began to appear on his pale face. When everyone saw that Mr. Song's complexion began to improve, they all admired Mr. Li greatly and expressed their admiration for Mr. Li's superb medical skills.

After finishing the acupuncture, Mr. Li did not stop. Instead, he rotated each silver needle back and forth from top to bottom to stimulate the acupuncture points. He rotated each silver needle for about 15 seconds, then quickly pulled it out, and so on. .

About half an hour later, Mr. Li took off all the silver needles. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. He slowly exhaled a breath and said to everyone.

"I have finished the acupuncture, please wait for the results."

As the head of the Song family, Song Qianfeng spoke first.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Li, for your rescue. I admire your medical skills greatly. On behalf of the Song family, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

At the same time, they cupped their fists and performed a warrior salute. Seeing this, Song Qianshan and Song Qianhui also saluted to express their gratitude.

Ye Chen, who was on the side, had been observing the whole process of Mr. Li's acupuncture, and used his spiritual consciousness to explore Mr. Song's condition. He found that the meridians were still blocked and the necrotic parts had not been repaired.

Although Mr. Li's acupuncture had some effect, it was minimal. It seemed that it was consistent with his prediction that acupuncture needed to be combined with spiritual energy to open the veins.

A moment later, suddenly, a doctor beside Mr. Song exclaimed.

"Mr. Li, look, there's something wrong with Mr. Song's face."

Everyone turned around and saw that Mr. Song's face was flushed, his brows were furrowed, and he had a painful expression.

Mr. Li quickly stepped forward to check Mr. Song's pulse. After a moment, he said with a serious expression and a puzzled look on his face.

"What's going on? The meridians are not unblocked."

Seeing this situation, Song Qianhui asked worriedly.

"Mr. Li, what's going on? Why is my dad's face so red?"

"Everyone, I am disappointed. I thought that acupuncture could open up Song Lao's meridians, and at the same time, combined with the medicine to replenish qi and blood, I should be able to recover.

However, after acupuncture, Song Lao's meridians were not cleared, and the medicine that replenished Qi and blood began to take effect. The medicine concentrated on the body and did not spread throughout the body, which caused the face to become red."

Everyone heard the words and roughly understood the situation.

Ye Qianshan asked anxiously.

"Mr. Li, is this good? Is there any other way to treat it?"

Mr. Li slowly shook his head and said with a helpless expression.

"This is the best way I can think of at the moment. There is no other way for the time being." Then he sighed heavily.

Everyone's faces were filled with sadness when they heard what Mr. Li said. Song Qianhui suddenly cried and begged.

"Mr. Li, I beg you, please think of a way to save my father. You can pay any amount. Our Song family cannot live without him."

Song Qianhui cried and begged Mr. Li. Everyone was heartbroken when they saw her look.

Mr. Li shook his head helplessly, saying that he was helpless.

At this time, Ye Chen, who was standing at the back, spoke.

"Everyone, is it time for me to heal you?"

Suddenly, everyone recovered from their sadness and looked at Ye Chen with surprised eyes. Only then did everyone recall the bet between Ye Chen and Mr. Li.

Song Qianhui's originally desperate eyes had a glimmer of hope. She looked at Ye Chen and asked in an almost pleading tone.

"Grandmaster Ye, do you really have a way to save my father?"

"certainly"

Ye Chen spoke extremely decisively, revealing his strong confidence.

"Master Ye, I'm at my wits' end. Are you sure you can cure me?"

Mr. Li said in a contemptuous tone, with disdain on his face.

Ye Chen ignored everyone's expressions and came to Mr. Li.

"Mr. Li, can you lend me your silver needle?"

"Master Ye, don't you use any tools to treat patients? Now I doubt you really have medical skills?"

Although Mr. Li said so, he still lent the silver needle to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't want to delay too much, Mr. Song was now in serious condition.

Due to the blocked meridians, the power of qi and blood medicine began to take effect. If it could not be channeled in time, Mr. Song would bleed to death due to the powerful medicine.