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Five hundred and fortieth chapters accept me as a disciple

At this moment, Lin Yang was stretching out his hands to take the patient's pulse.

But he did not take the pulse of one patient, but took the pulse of two patients at the same time!

How shocking this scene is!

"Two Dragon Fingering Method?" Meng Zhou lost his voice.

"Teacher, what did you say?"

The student next to him asked in confusion.

"The pulse is stable, but the yang pulse is hot and warm, the large fluctuation does not last long, and the small desires are weak, which should be a congenital heart-borne problem! Boil three bowls of Fazhi Soup into a bowl, once a day, and you will be cured after taking it for 100 days. As for yours, it is a deep bone disease, which starts with correcting the bones..."

Lin Yang explained his symptoms and treatment to the patients in an orderly manner.

The patients all listened carefully and nodded repeatedly.

Although some of the methods Lin Yang said were shocking, they would not doubt them.

After talking about the cause, Lin Yang gave the patient an injection.

The white cloth in front of him was covered with silver needles, more than a hundred pieces.

Lin Yang casually pinched four silver needles and stabbed them accurately.

There is no mysterious needle technique or amazing technique. It just falls a few stitches with such a steady stream.

The patients don't feel anything.

The disciples of Meng Zhou who came also felt ordinary.

But... Meng Zhou's old face turned pale in an instant, and his whole body retreated repeatedly, his wide eyes seemed to fall out of his eye sockets.

"Impossible...Impossible...This is impossible!" Meng Zhou shivered and sweated heavily, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Teacher, are you okay?" The apprentice next to him hurriedly supported Meng Zhou.

But I heard Meng Zhou say tremblingly: "This is the Tiangong Needle Realm! This must be the Tiangong Needle Realm! Your acupuncture... Why did you reach such a clever and craftsmanship?"

Tiangong Needle Realm!

That is the pinnacle realm of the ancient medical needle realm.

Meng Zhou has only seen it in one person in his life.

That is my deceased master!

It is precisely because of this that Meng Zhou realized the manifestation of the Tiangong Needle Realm.

Be extraordinary, become simple and return to the essence!

Meng Zhou really wanted to say that he had read it wrong, but... Lin Yang's performance of needle delivery at this moment was exactly the same as his master.

How is that possible?

What's going on?

"Can you say... this son has the medical skills of respecting his teacher at a young age?" Meng Zhou was sweating all over, and his old face was as white as paper...

What kind of evil genius can we reach such a state at this age?

"Mr. Meng? Why are you here?" Lin Yang seemed to notice Meng Zhou who had just come and asked with a smile.

Meng Zhou looked ugly, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

God knows how much shock Lin Yang has given him.

However, the apprentice next to him couldn't help but stepped forward and shouted, "Doctor Lin, you are too slow, are you? Our teacher's eighty patients have finished seeing, and you are still here to be slow. Are you deliberately delaying your time and not daring to compete with my teacher?"

Meng Zhou was immediately embarrassed.

"What did you say?"

"How did you talk to Dr. Lin?"

"It's so rude, you guys!"

The patients next to them complained.

A nurse hired by Xuanyi's delegation couldn't help but speak out.

"There are only eighty people, what's the point? We, Dr. Lin, have seen more than 300 patients!"

As soon as these words came, Meng Zhou's apprentices were stunned.

"Three hundred?"

"This... is a lie? I'll count you to see one in a minute, and you can only see three hundred in five hours a morning. What's more, since Dr. Lin entered the college, it's not five hours. Could it be that he doesn't even want to see a patient for a minute? Haha, I know that he is bragging!"

The disciples don't believe it anymore.

"Isn't it enough to just watch two at a time?" the nurse retorted.

"Look at two? Use both things with one mind? Haha, what should I do if there is any problem? This is too irresponsible to the patient, right?" the apprentice said sarcastically.

"You..." the nurse was furious.

"Xiaoying!" Lin Yang spoke directly and interrupted her: "There are still many patients waiting, work hard and ignore them."

"Yes, Doctor Lin." The nurse stopped.

Lin Yang continued to seek medical treatment.

These apprentices wanted to continue to cause trouble, but were stopped by Meng Zhou.

But when I saw Meng Zhou looking at Lin Yang blankly, he didn't say a word.

The apprentices also looked at each other.

After a while, the apprentices' faces became strange.

Because they were shocked to find that Lin Yang's medical treatment speed was not only outrageously fast, but also extremely accurate. Anyone with any disease could be seen at a glance.

With this speed, it was easy to see three hundred patients in one morning.

But what is puzzling is that his acupuncture is very ordinary.

Just gently pinch a silver needle and stab it.

And it looks very sloppy, as if it is a random piercing, and there is no need to pay attention to it.

"Acupuncture is not possible!" An apprentice couldn't help but shake his head.

"That's right, it's too far behind our teacher!"

Another laughed.

No one noticed that Meng Zhou's expression became more and more strange and strange.

He seemed to have seen some monster.

His eyes were almost falling out of the sockets...

"Old...teacher..."

A disciple opened his mouth.

But Meng Zhou suddenly felt his knees weak and he knelt heavily on the ground...

"Doctor Lin, please...please accept me as your disciple!"

After this sound fell, the apprentices who were about to mock Lin Yang were stunned...
Chapter completed!
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