Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Third Nine Palace Needle + Finishing Touch

Shenting, Baihui, Taiyang, Ermen, Seimei, Renzhong, Yamen, Fengchi, and Renying each have a needle on each of the nine "acupoints", and finally Su Ke slowly pierces one acupoint from the top "acupoint" Silver Needle, that's the real key. 【‘

First, using Jiugong acupuncture to stimulate the nine major "points" of Zhang Junde's head, it can not only stimulate the brain tissue to maintain strong blood flow, but also keep people awake at all times.

Zhang Junde was sitting on the chair, with his hands on his knees, his eyes were closed, and he had been trying his best to calm himself down, but when the first silver needle entered the "acupoint", Hu Si, who had no reason in his heart, " chaos' thought.

Hope for success, but also worry about failure.

Su Ke twisted the last silver needle, and slowly probed into the "acupoint" on the front top. The movements were gentle and stable. As the silver needle entered the "acupoint", Su Ke felt the pain in his body.

On the contrary, Li Feifei's performance was somewhat intriguing, and she has always looked at herself with deep meaning, but Wan Qihong, who was frightened, fell asleep early.

Deng Xiaotian sat upright and his face was calm, but he was a little more nervous than the surface. If Su Ke could help Zhang Junde treat the tissue damage after cerebral hemorrhage, it would be a great event for the nation and the nation. , and more hope for himself.

The scholar doesn't seem to be too concerned about Su Ke's treatment of Zhang Junde, but after being with Uncle Tian for so many years, he understands his every move very well. Seeing his serious expression, he can understand the kind of heart in his heart. The mood changed, and I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that Su Ke could remove all the toxins in Deng Xiaotian's body.

"Yeah!" At this moment, Zhang Junde suddenly hummed, his brows wrinkled slightly, and then a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was gnashing his teeth and enduring something, and after a while, the fine sweat on his forehead It turned into large beads of sweat, constantly falling down, and the hand that had been supporting on the knee, clasped it hard.

"Master---!" Zhang Rui subconsciously took a step forward, but he hadn't uttered the first word in his mouth. The steps he just took actually came back, as if a strong wind was directly facing him. , followed by a big hand like a dead tree branch in front of him.

"Don't panic!" Deng Xiaotian said in a deep voice, deliberately lowering his voice.

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