Chapter 1968 Uninterested Western Medicine 2

The old Chinese medicine doctor looked up dissatisfied at the middle-aged Western medicine man who was speaking. But before he said anything, he keenly saw a silver needle with a cold light searching for the wrist acupuncture point of the Western medicine middle-aged man and shooting it.

Seeing this injection, a gleam flashed in the weather-beaten eyes of the old Chinese doctor.

Everyone thinks that pricking silver needles is a very simple thing. You can use silver needles to prick the skin. It is possible for everyone to be able to do it after practicing for a period of time. However, Mu Yue's ability cannot be achieved even in ten years. You will definitely be able to practice it successfully.

Because it depends not only on the strength of the hands and wrists, but also on the accuracy of acupoint recognition. When the two aspects are combined, the ability is tested in more than one aspect.

The silver needle is so thin and light. If he wants to shoot this silver needle from Mu Yue a few meters away and accurately hit the middle-aged man's acupuncture point, even he may not be able to do it, because He is also old now, and his hand strength is not as good as before.

If he hadn't gotten older, maybe he still had the strength in his wrist, then he could do it, but the problem was that he didn't have the strength anymore.

While the old Chinese doctor was amazed, the middle-aged man with Western medicine let out a cry of pain.

The middle-aged Western medicine man sat down on the ground, grabbed his wrist, stared at the extra silver needle on his wrist, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Who, who did this?"

With that said, he also pulled out the silver needle from his wrist.

Mu Yue glanced at the middle-aged driver at her feet and saw that he was not in danger, so she freed her hands, stood up, and said coldly, "It's me!"

Hearing Mu Yue's voice, the middle-aged Western medicine man's eyes suddenly widened, "You!"

"What else?" Mu Yue looked at the Western doctor coldly, "I called you here to help treat the wounded, not to cause trouble here. I inserted the silver needle on the wounded man. If you do whatever you want, Pulling it out will cause him to bleed profusely, are you willing to take the responsibility?"

When the Western doctor heard Mu Yue's words, not only did he not repent, but he looked at Mu Yue even more mockingly, "Responsible? You actually told me to be responsible! Who do you think you are? Do you think you can save people by inserting so many needles? ?This is saving people’s lives, not playing around!”

"You are a doctor. You are here to save people. You are not here to hinder me from saving people. You have to know that before you guys came, I was the one who was saving people! Not you!" Mu Yue was very merciless and went straight to the street. Accused this middle-aged man of Western medicine.

When the middle-aged Western medicine man heard Mu Yue's words, he was so angry that he almost burst into rage and stared, "What are you talking about? Who do you think you are? Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"

You know, he is a doctor. What qualifications does this little girl have to criticize him?

"Doctor? Just because you are a doctor?" The old Chinese doctor couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up angrily and stood on Mu Yue's side, accusing the middle-aged man of Western medicine, "Cai Peng, you are still not a doctor. When you get to a place like this, your first thought is to blame others, instead of treating more injured people?"

This was also the thought in the hearts of all the injured present and the passers-by on the roadside.

"You...are you Qi Huailu Qi Lao?" Cai Peng, a middle-aged Western medicine doctor, looked at the old Chinese medicine doctor Qi Hui Lu Qi Lao in surprise as he pointed his nose at him.

"That's right, it's me!"