Happy Tycoon

Thirty-six shining silver needles pierced Vivienne's back, but Vivienne could not feel any pain. This strange situation made old Mike's eyes wide open.

　　 The education he received since he was a child can't understand this kind of magical thing at all. It's like the needle stuck in the back of Vivienne's head. It is ten centimeters long, and it was plunged to a depth of five or six centimeters by the boss. That's the back of the head. It's so straightforward with the needle. Deng's got stuck in, isn't it life-threatening?

However, Vivian, who loves to pierce, didn’t react at all, not to mention the pain. She didn’t even feel the pain at all when she was pierced just now. It was only after all the six needles were pierced in her body that she felt a little bit in her back. Bloat.

　　 And all these thirty-six needles pierced Vivian's body, she still didn't know it. This is simply subverting the understanding of old Mike for more than 60 years!

　　 Of course, if there is an old Chinese doctor who is proficient in acupuncture and moxibustion, he will be surprised that his chin will fall off if he sees Yang Jing's technique of acupuncture. Because when Yang Jing applied the acupuncture, most of the silver needles were pierced into Vivian's body through a layer of sheets. In other words, Yang Jing actually showed his hand "recognizing acupuncture points through clothing" inadvertently. This kind of kung fu is the legendary kung fu in Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion!

　　 Yang Jing moved his arms and fingers, and there was a "cracking" sound between the bones.

　　 "The following is the most critical moment of acupuncture. Mike, no matter what incredible situation you see for a while, be sure not to disturb me. OK?"

　　 At this time, old Mike seems to be a devout believer who has seen God. Apart from nodding his head desperately, where did he dare to collapse?

Yang Jing held his breath, stretched out his arms abruptly, and began to move quickly over the thirty-six silver needles, while his hands turned into a cloud of phantom, or flick, or twist, or disc, or Scrape, shake, or fly...

A series of needle-traveling techniques were used to the extreme by Yang Jing. When he stopped breathing heavily, old Mike only saw the thirty-six shining silver needles as if they had come to life in an instant, and they seemed to be The grass that was blown by the breeze, anyway, these thirty-six silver needles were shaking violently in a different posture.

"Yo...a bit sour...Ouch, a bit numb and a little itchy..." Old Mike was shocked and couldn't say a word, but he lay down. Vivian finally had a reaction, after all, in the short ten seconds just now, Yang Jing had input a large amount of energy into Vivian's body through these thirty-six silver needles.

　　 Seeing Vivian's reaction, Yang Jing smiled.

　　 This kind of five-element replenishment of thirty-six needles, Yang Jing had never used it before. According to "Dao Yi", when the needle is transported by this needle transport technique, once the needle recipient has different reactions, it means that the needle is successfully transported.

　　 Obviously, the energy he has input now has begun to work in Vivienne's body.

　　 A response is a good thing. If there is no response, it means that acupuncture has no effect on Vivian’s disease.

　　 Seeing this situation, Yang Jing was naturally full of joy. Just a while ago, the acupuncture movement and needle movement, regardless of the time is only a few tens of seconds, but Yang Jing consumes a lot of energy, even more than the energy consumed by grandpa's body conditioning. It's not that this is old Mike's wife, otherwise Yang Jing would really be reluctant to spend so much energy when he is an ordinary person.

　　 Following Vivian's humming for several minutes, a foul smell accompanied by some dark brown sweat began to radiate from Vivian's body.

　　 The smell is so pungent, I thought it was like a corpse that had decomposed for dozens of days.

　　 Old Mike clutched his nose and asked Yang Jing: "Cole, is this normal?"

Yang Jing nodded calmly, and then said: "Wait for Vivienne to stop sweating, you can take her to the bathroom to clean it. The smell is not very good, but it just shows my acupuncture. It has worked."

　　 Hearing this, old Mike didn't dislike the smell, and he lay on the bedside and held Vivian's hand tightly.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Yang Jing said, “I’ll go out for a while, and don’t put on clothes after you wash Vivienne. I haven’t got the needle in front yet. Now I’m only half done. After washing, cover up the sheets, you call me, and I'm right outside the door."

　　 As he said, Yang Jing's hands danced again. In just a few seconds, all the 36 silver needles were collected, and Yang Jing stepped out of the door.

　　 As a result, as soon as he opened the door with very good sound insulation, Yang Jing saw the chaos outside.

　　 An old white-haired doctor was negotiating with Nathan Brown, while two nurses and two security guards stood aside and looked at the six bodyguards with Yang Jing with angry eyes.

Seeing Yang Jing coming out, Nathan immediately got rid of the doctor, walked up and whispered: "The nurse wanted to enter, but I didn't let in. Then she called the doctor and the security guard again, but they were blocked by me. Come down."

　　 Yang Jing patted Nathan on the shoulder, "Good job." After speaking, Yang Jing walked towards the doctor.

"You are their boss? Why did you let your people block the door and not let us in? This is the hospital, not your company!" The doctor looked very angry. Although he lowered his voice, he could still hear him. The anger in words.

　　 Yang Jing shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Doctor, don't be so impatient, listen to me explain to you."

　　 After a pause, Yang Jing pointed to the door of the ward and asked, "Presumably you should know the identity of the patient inside?"

The doctor nodded and said, "I know that Mrs. Vivienne Ale’s identity is very honorable, and I also know that Mrs. Ale’s husband is a rich man, but here, identity does not mean anything, no matter what status she is. There is only one identity here, and that is the patient!"

　　 Yang Jing nodded slightly and asked, "Then you should know that Mr. Mike Aller donated 10 million U.S. dollars to your center after he was hospitalized in Vivienne, right?"

The doctor was taken aback, his face eased immediately, "We are very grateful to Mr. Aller for his donation to our center, so our center will use the best resources to treat Mrs. Aller's illness. Please do not Worry."

Yang Jing smiled slightly and said, "To tell you the truth, I am Mike Aller’s boss. I am here to visit Vivienne. Moreover, I will take up about an hour of your time. During this period, You'd better not try to enter this ward. After I leave, you can check whatever you want."

As he said, Yang Jing raised his hand to look at the watch, “It’s been about ten minutes now, so you have to wait another fifty minutes to get in. I hope you can understand what I mean, and if you can Follow what I just said, then after I leave, I will instruct Mr. Aller to donate another five million dollars to your center. Therefore, whether your center can get the five million dollars depends on whether you can wait quietly. Fifty minutes."

　　 Yang Jing didn't speak loudly when he said this, but he was taken aback by the doctor.

　　 The doctor hesitated, then turned around very happily and left. Of course, when he left, he also called the two nurses and the two bodyguards away.

When Nathan and Yang Jingshu saw this, they couldn't help but sign a thumbs-up to the boss, and then asked in a low voice, "BOSS, if the doctor really waited patiently for fifty minutes, you would really let Mr. Aller go again. Donate five million?"

　　 Yang Jing happily said, "That depends on Vivienne's situation after fifty minutes. I just said it casually. As for whether to donate or not, it depends on Mike's mood."

　　 A sentence stopped Nathan too, Yang Jing laughed a little bit, patted this guy on the shoulder, and then walked to the chair by the door of the ward and sat down, leisurely cocked Erlang's legs.

Twenty minutes later, old Mike pushed open the door of the ward and nodded at Yang Jing. Only then did Yang Jing walk into the ward again, and several tall bodyguards blocked the door again. stand up.

　　 A few family members of patients and some doctors and nurses not far away ~www.readwn.com~ After seeing this scene, they all gave pointers here, but no one dared to come over.

When Yang Jing walked into the ward, he saw that Vivian, who was lying on the bed covered with a thin sheet, looked very good, no longer the pale face when she saw her just now, which made Yang Jing feel Two points more comfortable.

　　 "Hey, Cole, Mike told me about your amazing acupuncture just now, thank you so much."

Yang Jing smiled slightly, "Vivian, I will give you needles next. As for whether my acupuncture can completely cure your disease, I will not be sure after I finish the needles this time. So. , Don’t get excited now, relax, just as you’re ready to sleep."

　　 Vivian nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Jing moved his arms and hands again, and then disinfected, transported the needle, and moved the needle just like the last time he applied the needle. Finally, with the dark brown sweat and the strong smell, he only took the thirty-sixth The dangling silver needle was pulled from Vivian's body.

　　 And compared to the needle movement just now, this time is obviously more magical, because just on Vivienne's face, four silver needles were pierced, and one of the silver needles was pierced between the eyebrows.

　　 You have to know that there is a hard frontal bone between your eyebrows, but this seven-eight-centimeter-long silver needle has been pierced for more than half...

　　 Had it not been for the experience just now, I am afraid that old Mike would have jumped up by now.

After finishing all this, Yang Jing walked out of the ward again, and after Vivian washed and changed clothes, he would know whether these five elements and 36 injections could completely cure this chronic myelogenous leukemia... ...