Urban Strengthening System

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For the first time in life, so many people, or so many doctors in white coats, Ye Zhi Norton suddenly became nervous.

But with Ye Hong's appeasement, he soon stabilized his emotions.

Shao Qing, Jiang Guchan is also ready.

Unexpectedly, he didn't use any tools at all, but put his hands on Ye Zhinuo's unconscious legs with no hands.

He looked serious, and even a holy light gleamed from his face.

At this moment, Jiang Guchan seemed to transform from an ordinary old man into a medical holy hand.

And the doctors who came to observe and study, even holding their breath, nervously holding a notebook to remember every step of Jiang Guchan.

But to their disappointment, Jiang Guchan just floated his hands on Ye Zhinuo's legs, but no other movements.

A group of people look at me, I look at you, but they haven't learned anything at all.

They sighed in silence, no wonder Jiang Guchan was not at all concerned about so many people watching.

It turns out that people are not afraid of their medical skills being stolen.

When the doctors were bored to yawn, Ye Hong's eyes were fixed on Jiang Guchan's hands.

Jiang Guchan glanced up and glanced at Yehong, silent in his heart: He really had a gift for ancient medicine.

At this time in the eyes of Ye Hong, Jiang Guchan's hand is another scene.

"Ding! Observe [Ancient Therapy] of Ancient Medicine, Medicine+1!"

Ancient medicine is broad and profound, and not three words can be included.

Ancient medicine is divided into many schools.

For example, the ancient needle school that is good at making needles, the ancient school who is good at making air, the ancient grass school good at using medicine... and so on.

However, with many schools' self-preservation, most of the ancient medical schools have disappeared in the long course of history.

There are few schools left.

Not long ago, Ye Hong had just seen the ancient needle school of Ban Diaozi, but I did not expect to be lucky enough to see the ancient gas therapy now.

Among Yehong's eyes, it seemed that he could see a circle of transparent airflow, pouring out of Jiang Guchan's hands and into Yezhinuo's legs.

This airflow seems to be the only one who can detect it.

When the airflow entered Ye Zhinuo's legs, Jiang Guchan also looked up and asked Ye Zhinuo: "What do you feel about your legs now?"

Ye Zhinuo thought for a while in doubt, and answered truthfully: "It's still the same, there is no feeling."

The wrinkles in the corners of Jiang Guchan's eyes seemed to increase suddenly, and his face became more serious.

Later, in Ye Hong's eyes, there was more and more airflow in Jiang Guchan's hands, and the sweat on his face became more and more dense.

But no matter how Jiang Guchan asked Ye Zhinuo, Ye Zhinuo's answer was the same-silently shook his head.

After a long time, Jiang Guchan finally recovered his hands.

He shook his head with regret, and said to Ye Hong with regret: "Lingmei's injury is more serious than I thought.

Almost all the acupuncture points on the legs have been closed.

I have tried my best to stimulate all the acupuncture points on her legs, but as a result you have seen..."

Ye Zhinuo's expression suddenly dimmed.

Bingxue is as smart as her, and has long seen Jiang Guchan's status and strength.

Even this kind of respected old doctor can't help it, then her legs may not be saved.

Although it was always a joke before that it was okay to be a wheelchair, but at the moment when the legs were actually sentenced to death, Ye Zhinuo felt sorrowful.

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