Chapter 600 Ancient Qi Therapy

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It was the first time in his life that so many people, or doctors in white coats, looked at him, and Ye Zhinuo suddenly became nervous.

But with Ye Hong's comfort, he quickly calmed down.

Less lean, Jiang Guchan is also ready.

Unexpectedly, he didn't use any tools at all, but put his hands on Yaori No's unconscious legs.

His expression was serious, and even a holy light was faintly emitting from his face.

At this moment, Jiang Guchan seemed to have transformed from an ordinary old man into a medical master.

And those doctors who came to observe and study were even more so, holding notebooks nervously to memorize every step of Jiang Guchan.

But to their disappointment, Jiang Guchan just floated his hands on Ye Zhinuo's legs, but there was no other movement.

A group of people you look at me, I look at you, but they don't learn anything at all.

They sighed silently, no wonder Jiang Guchan didn't feel bad about so many people watching.

It turns out that people are not afraid of their medical skills being stolen and learned.

Just when the doctors were so bored that they yawned, Ye Hong's eyes were fixed on Jiang Guchan's hands.

Jiang Guchan raised his head and glanced at Ye Hong, and said in his heart: He really has a talent for ancient medicine.

At this time, in Ye Hong's eyes, Jiang Guchan's hand was another scene.

"Ding! Watching the ancient medical technique [Ancient Qi Therapy], medical technique +1!"

The ancient medical skills are broad and profound, and cannot be encompassed by three words.

Among them, ancient medicine is divided into many schools.

For example, the ancient needle school is good at using needles, the ancient style is good at using Qi, the ancient grass school is good at using medicine... and so on.

But as many schools have been swept away, most of the ancient medical schools have disappeared in the long history.

The genres that have been handed down are few and far between.

Not long ago, Ye Hong just saw the half-baked ancient acupuncture school, but he did not expect to see the ancient-style ancient-qi therapy now.

In Ye Hong's eyes, he seemed to be able to see circles of transparent airflow, gushing out from Jiang Guchan's hands and entering Ye Zhinuo's legs.

This kind of airflow, it seems that only he can detect it.

After seeing the air entering Ye Zhinuo's legs, Jiang Guchan also raised his head and asked Ye Zhinuo, "How do your legs feel now?"

Ye Zhinuo thought for a while, but answered truthfully, "It's still the same, I don't feel anything."

The wrinkles at the corners of Jiang Guchan's eyes seemed to suddenly increase, and his face became more and more serious.

Later, in Ye Hong's eyes, the airflow in Jiang Guchan's hand became more and more, and the sweat on his face became more and more dense.

But no matter how Jiang Guchan asked Ye Zhinuo, Ye Zhinuo's answer was the same - shaking his head silently.

After a long time, Jiang Guchan finally withdrew his hands.

He shook his head regretfully, and said to Ye Hong, "Lingmei's injury is more serious than I thought.

Almost all the acupuncture points on the legs have fallen into a closed state.

I've done my best to stimulate all the acupuncture points on her legs, but you can see that..."

Ye Zhinuo's expression suddenly darkened.

Bingxue is as smart as her, and she has long seen Jiang Guchan's status and strength.

Even such a respected old doctor can't do anything, then her legs may be really helpless.

Although I used to joke that it's okay to be a wheelchair, but at the moment when her legs were actually sentenced to death, Ya Zhinuo couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness in her heart.