When he said this, he took a special look at Allen Peterson, which was self-evident.
He didn’t want Allen Peterson to get involved in this matter.
Nie Qianyan said to Allen Peterson in embarrassment: “Doctor Peterson, do you want to go out first? Mr. Huang needs treatment.”
She wanted to say Allen Peterson, but Allen Peterson interrupted her earlier in the introduction. She knew that Allen Peterson didn’t want to let others know his identity, so she changed her name to Doctor Peterson.
Allen Peterson took a deep look at Nie Qianyan and said, “You have to think well. If he intervenes, I won’t be responsible for what happens to Wu Chengping.”
Nie Qianyan nodded hurriedly.
Allen Peterson saw this and pulled Wu Zixia out of the ward.
Wu Zixia hurriedly said, “Allen Peterson, that’s my father. You can’t ignore it!”
Allen Peterson shook his head and said, “If the coffin fungus is not available for a moment, your father’s poison will not be solved for a moment. It’s better to let Huang Wenkang take over. Even if the treatment is wrong, your father will be fine with Huang Wenkang.”
The Huang family has a unique needle technique, such as Wu Chengping, who is close to death before the deadline, can temporarily sustain the other person’s life.
This is why he dared to let Huang Wenkang go for treatment. Even if something happened, he could hang Huang Wenkang’s life.
When the time comes, Allen Peterson will be able to detoxify Wu Chengping as long as the coffin fungus dragged to the Xu family is delivered.
As soon as Wu Zixia heard this, she calmed down, but Allen Peterson knew that her heart was far from so calm, as can be seen from Wu Zixia’s trembling arm.
“Let’s go! Follow me to buy medicine.”
In addition to coffins, there are many drugs to be included in the detoxification prescription. Yesterday was too late, and there was no coffins, so Allen Peterson was not worried.
But now that the Xu family has promised to send the coffin fungus, he must also start preparing other medicinal materials.
Wu Zixia has no objection. She always trusts Allen Peterson.
When the two men came back from the drugstore with several bags of medicinal materials, there were bursts of crying from Nie Qianyan in the ward.
Allen Peterson was stunned and opened the door of the sick room. Wu Chengping was lying on the bed, spitting black blood, and Nie Qianyan was crying.
Huang Wenkang was full of panic: “It’s none of my business. The poison has been poisoned for too long, and has penetrated the heart. Even if there is an antidote, it is useless.”
Allen Peterson was in a hurry and threw the medicine away: “Hurry to hang Wu Chengping’s life! Aren’t you Huang Family a medical family? What about the family’s soul fixing needle? Why don’t you come out?”
Huang Wenkang was stunned and surprised at how Allen Peterson knew about the soul fixing needle. This is the secret of the Huang family. Ordinary people only know that the Huang family has this ability, but do not know the specific name.
“I, I won’t!”
Huang Wenkang, a mediocre doctor, could not reach the level of using the soul fixing needle, and Huang Lao did not pass it on to him at all.
Allen Peterson was stunned and wanted to slap himself in the face. He really didn’t expect such a result.
“I’ll call Mr. Huang immediately to see what he can do.”
Huang Wenkang also knew that he had used the wrong medicine. He stretched out his hand and made a trembling call to his father.
“You unfilial son, why did you think of calling me? Did you encounter any troublesome disease?”
Old Huang at the other end of the phone said with a smile, obviously in a good mood.
Huang Wenkang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, “Dad! I have a patient dying here. I don’t know what to do. Look.”
Allen Peterson almost kicked him. What’s the matter with Huang Wenkang? He is very old. What’s important? Don’t you know?
“Mr. Huang, this is Allen Peterson. Can you teach Mr. Huang Wenkang how to use the Soul-fixing Needle by video? Please rest assured that we all avoid it.”
The soul fixing needle is the secret of the Huang family, and Allen Peterson naturally knows the reason of avoidance.
Old Huang at the other end of the phone heard Allen Peterson’s voice, and was obviously stunned: “Allen Peterson? Since where are you, how can my unfilial son have the right to intervene in patients?”
He knows Allen Peterson’s medical skills. It can be said that his skill, apart from the soul fixing needle, has no place to beat Allen Peterson. He doesn’t understand why Huang Wenkang intervened in the treatment when Allen Peterson was present.
At this time, Huang Wenkang was really shocked. He didn’t think that his father’s evaluation of Allen Peterson was so high.
Although his medical skills are not high, it is a matter of comparison. There is a famous doctor father who has been influenced by him since childhood. Now he is more than 50 years old. The average doctor’s medical skills are really not as high as him.
“Dad! Don’t ask so many questions. Just give me the soul-fixing needle! It’s up to him to save Wu Chengping’s life.”
Doctors are kind-hearted. Although Huang Wenkang covets fame, he still has basic medical ethics. At this time, he also wants to pay for the mistakes he has made.
Old Huang at the other end of the phone hummed: “Little beast, now you think of the coming time to cram for help. What have you done? The silver needle is in the body, a few centimeters, can you control it clearly?”
The soul fixing needle can be said to be a method of robbing people from the hand of the King of Hell, and its difficulty is naturally not low. At this time, Huang Wenkang is far from hot.
At a time when everyone thought it was hopeless, Huang Lao at the other end of the phone changed the conversation.
“You can’t, but Allen Peterson can. You can call everyone out. I’ll tell you how to use the needle?”
As soon as he said this, not only Huang Wenkang was shocked, but Allen Peterson was also shocked: “Old Huang, I’m just an outsider! I’m not qualified to inherit this stitch!”
The old Huang at the other end of the phone hummed: “Soul-fixing needles are good things. I don’t want to lose them in my hands. I’m afraid that the unfilial son will not meet the standard of using Soul-fixing needles until I die. I can’t let this unique skill lose its transmission.”
Huang Wenkang was full of shame. He knew that what his father said was true.
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In the bright ward, Huang Wenkang pointed at Wu Chengping with his mobile phone.
Allen Peterson disinfected the silver needle and nodded.
Huang Lao’s voice came from the mobile phone: “The first needle goes into the Tuxing acupoint, and the silver needle goes into the body.”
Allen Peterson dropped a silver needle in his hand.
“The second needle goes into the Qihai acupoint, and the silver needle goes into the body at a quarter of an inch.”
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“The last needle goes into Shangqu acupoint, and the silver needle goes into the body by three centimeters.”
Looking at Wu Chengping with silver needles in front of him, Allen Peterson sighed with relief. No wonder that it was so difficult for Huang Wenkang not to hand over the soul fixing needle.
In the process of needle setting, there should be no deviation. He could hardly hold the needle when it fell halfway. It was hard to imagine how Huang could use this needle technique at his age.
Huang Wenkang hurriedly handed a towel aside, which was a habit he had developed since childhood. When his father performed this set of stitches, his face was basically white and frightening, and there was no place where he was not soaked by sweat.