Great Chinese Doctor

Chapter 170 Three needles in the ghost gate

"Is there anyone here? Come quickly, doctor, help me..."

A shrill cry came from outside the clinic, accompanied by noisy footsteps and noise.

The door of the clinic was pushed open forcefully, and a cold wind blew in. Several patients leaning against the door shivered uncontrollably, stretching their necks to look curiously toward the center of the group.

"Doctor, doctor, please help. My mother has had a cerebral hemorrhage and is now unconscious. Please save her. Please save her."

A young man saw two Chinese medicine doctors who were seeing patients. He knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed to the two old doctors in a very embarrassed manner. The kowtow was so loud that bruises could be vaguely seen on his forehead.

"Get up quickly. If we can save him, we will. Hurry up and don't waste time."

The old Chinese doctor who had just spoken to Qin Qing quickly stood up, asked the young man to stand up, and squatted on the ground to feel the pulse of the middle-aged woman.

"The ground is too cold. Move the person to the bed. Remember to be careful first and don't move the person too much, which will affect the blood flow over a large area." The old Chinese doctor quickly gave another instruction.

Qin Qing also picked up the medicine bag she had just bought and took the time to look at the middle-aged woman who was being carried. Looking at her expression, she felt that this person was most likely not coming back.

I think he was so angry when the disease broke out that he suddenly had a severe headache, and then he lost his mind and fell into a coma.

However, if this person is handed over to her, there may be a chance to rescue him, but the cost of rescuing him is a bit high.

It’s not the cost of saving lives, but simply the price after the consequences that this family may find difficult to accept.

Qin Qing also understood it in her heart, but she still decided to help. She quickly walked to the old Chinese doctor and whispered, "Senior, if you can use the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, this person still has a chance of survival. But if you miss it, then it will be a real miss."

Thirteen Ghost Needles?

What a joke.

That is an ancient acupuncture method that has been lost for a long time. It restores vitality, connects yin and yang, and can save lives in critical moments.

He had only read about the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles in his ancestors' medical books and had never thought that there was someone in reality who really knew this skill.

The old Chinese doctor's eyes widened, and he looked at Qin Qingye in disbelief, his voice trembling a little, "Miss Qin, do you really know the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles? This is a legendary acupuncture method, are you sure you can perform it?"

Qin Qing also nodded, with a firm expression: "I have indeed learned the Thirteen Ghost Needles. Although I have never used them in actual combat, I am confident that I can save this patient. The situation is urgent now, and we don't have time to hesitate."

What's the point of never having actual combat experience? She was afraid that if she directly said that she was familiar with the Thirteen Ghost Needles, there would be endless trouble.

The old Chinese doctor hesitated for a few moments before agreeing. He had no choice but to agree. Based on his medical experience, he knew he could not save the woman. And it just so happened that this middle-aged woman came along at that moment.

He knew very well that if Qin Qing could also perform the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, then this would undoubtedly be the last hope, and the Thirteen Ghost Gates were a glimmer of life.

When asked why he trusted a outsider so much, the old Chinese doctor said that since he could take out the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, it would be unreasonable for him to stop him out of ignorance.

He finally made up his mind and said to Qin Qingye, "In that case, thank you for your help. We will fully cooperate with you. However, I still need to ask the patient's family first."

Qin Qing also expressed his understanding.

The old Chinese doctor looked at the young man with a serious expression. "I checked and found that the patient did have a cerebral hemorrhage caused by anger. The situation is very serious and needs immediate treatment. Miss Qin proposed to use the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles to treat him. This is an ancient and mysterious acupuncture method. Although it is very risky, it is the only hope at present. As a family member, you need to make a decision. Do you agree to let her perform the acupuncture?"

"Oh, yes, this person is also a Chinese medicine practitioner, and her level is the same as mine, both are intermediate, the difference is that she knows the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, and I don't."

After hearing this, the young man looked at Qin Qingye, who was younger than him. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but soon, his eyes became firm.

He knew this was his mother's only chance of survival and he had no time to hesitate.

"I agree. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I'm willing to try." The young man answered almost without hesitation.

The old Chinese doctor nodded, turned around and looked at Qin Qingye, his eyes full of worry: "Miss Qin, I'll leave it to you. I'll assist you. Just tell me what you need me to do and I'll help you."

Another old Chinese doctor also came over. Since he wanted to see the legendary Thirteen Ghost Needles, he naturally wanted to stand on the best viewing platform.

Qin Qing also nodded and took out a set of refined silver needles from the medicine bag. This set of silver needles was made by her own hands, and each one was infused with a large amount of her true energy, which was extremely spiritual.

She took a deep breath and inserted the needle quickly.

Each needle was accurately inserted into the patient's acupuncture point. Her technique was skillful and steady, as if she had become one with the needle.

The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles are all connected to each other, and it seems as if she is using the needles to communicate with the patient's life force.

As the last needle was inserted, the entire clinic seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the result.

Although they didn't understand what the Thirteen Ghost Needles were, they were so shocked by Qin Qingye's acupuncture skills that they didn't know what to say.

With a wave of her little hand, the silver needles whizzed into various acupuncture points, and each acupuncture point was accurate and correct, as if there was an accurate map in her brain, marking the location where each silver needle should be inserted.

Her movements were quick and graceful, and each one seemed to have been practiced countless times to the highest level of proficiency.

As the last needle was inserted, the entire clinic seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the result.

Qin Qing also let out a breath lightly. Just as she was about to wipe the sweat from her forehead, a faint fragrance wafted from behind her, and then a white handkerchief appeared in front of her.

"Wipe it off, you're awesome."

Qin Qing also looked back and saw a very handsome young man standing behind him. The two of them were quite close to each other. In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them standing so close must be friends or more than friends.

The general meaning is that the two have a close relationship.

Of course, only the parties involved don't know that they are closely related...

The handkerchief handed over by the young man was embroidered with an exquisite lotus pattern. The pattern was so vivid that you could almost smell the fragrance from it.

Qin Qing also took the handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, then smiled and politely thanked the young man, "Thank you, the handkerchief is dirty, do you want more?"

The young man originally said no, but he didn’t know what happened. When he saw the girl’s face, the words he was about to say suddenly changed.

"Yes, the embroidery on it is very rare. It would be a pity to lose it." He stretched out his slender hand with distinct joints and looked at Qin Qingye with a smile on his face.

Qin Qingye: Damn, is this a beauty trap?