Chapter 505: Five hundred and four, miracle
Han Zaiye had been paying close attention to the Huaxia dical Team, noticing the change in their expressions, which caused his brow to furrow. Song Yan Ning had only spoken a few words, yet everyone was smiling. Could she possibly cure a vegetative patient? How could that be? He had never heard of anyone curing a vegetative person, not even himself.
He was a third-level superpower user. However, his family had protected him so well that apart from a few important family mbers, no one else knew about his powers, not even Sheng i.
Song Yan Ning glanced over at Han Zaiye, looking at him with a half-smile.
Han Zaiye quickly averted his gaze. He now found Song Yan Ning terrifying, as if she had seen right through him.
The patients for the various dical teams were quickly brought to the venue, and when a patient was wheeled in on a surgical bed, everyone showed a look of surprise.
“Which team is so unlucky to draw this kind of patient?”
“It looks like a vegetative patient. It seems that the dical team that got this patient can give up on competing.”
“Lucky it’s not us.”
Upon seeing that the patient was wheeled in front of the Huaxia dical Team, everyone couldn’t help but reveal a schadenfreude expression.
“So it’s the Huaxia dical Team. Looks like they’re dood today.”
“They won’t be leaving pleased today.”
“Hahaha… What kind of luck is this?”
“If it were , I would have forfeited. This illness is incurable.”
The host, seeing that all the patients were in place, checked the ti and announced, “The competition begins now.”
Dean Liu looked at Song Yan Ning, “Doctor Song, do you need our help with anything?”
“Just one person to help move the patient’s clothes.” Song Yan Ning stood up and walked over to the patient under everyone’s gaze, taking out a needle bag from her bag.
“Is she going to perform acupuncture on the patient?”
Song Yan Ning opened the needle bag, saw that her partner had already removed the patient’s clothes, pulled out several silver needles, and swiftly inserted them into the patient’s body.
Elder Jin’s eyes brightened, and he stood up to join Song Yan Ning, watching her work. Initially, he thought Song Yan Ning was invited to join the dical team just because of Yang Lisheng’s reputation, but now, seeing her administer the needles, he realized he was gravely mistaken. Despite her young age, Song Yan Ning’s acupuncture techniques were even more skilled than his.
After inserting the needles into the patient, Song Yan Ning infused a trace of Spiritual Energy to nourish the patient’s ridians and internal organs, allowing them to regain vitality.
Seeing the silver needles rhythmically vibrating, Elder Jin’s heart was filled with amazent. He had started learning acupuncture from a young age but could not achieve what Song Yan Ning did—she truly was a dical prodigy.
Everyone was watching Song Yan Ning, completely forgetting that besides her, other doctors were also treating patients.
Song Yan Ning gestured, gathered up all the silver needles, and placed a pill into the patient’s mouth.
“Is it done?” Elder Jin asked Song Yan Ning, his eyes full of respect and admiration. He now only wanted to take Song Yan Ning as his master and learn her acupuncture techniques.
“Mm,” Song Yan Ning nodded.
“When will the patient wake up?” Elder Jin stepped forward and placed his hand on the patient’s wrist. He wanted to check the patient’s current condition; he had also felt the patient’s pulse before Song Yan Ning had treated him.
As his hand touched the patient’s wrist, he saw the patient’s hand move slightly. Elder Jin quickly looked at the patient in excitent, seeing him slowly opening his eyes, and exclaid, “He’s awake! The patient is awake!”
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