: Resurrection

"The shitty doctor, my father was killed, and you came out pretendingly. How can the law of heaven remain?"

The young scholar accused him angrily, his eyes filled with endless hatred, and he wanted to swallow Yang Fan alive.

"Wuwuwu... it was you, you who killed my father! You are a miracle doctor and dare not cure my father's illness, so he will die with peace of mind!"

The girl's eyes were red and swollen when she cried. She knelt in front of a stretcher, threw herself into the arms of the deceased, crying constantly, extremely miserable.

"Dear fellow villagers, you all give me some comments. Such people dare to call themselves miraculous doctors. How can such a clinic stand at the feet of the emperor of Kyoto?"

The young scholar clasped his fists at the people watching the fun around him, and said indignation.

"Yes, how can such a person be qualified to be a miracle doctor? We can go to court to testify for you."

Someone immediately accused him of the next to him.

"The doctor in this clinic is really careless. He killed someone just after opening the clinic. Fortunately, I didn't let my 70s come here to see a doctor."

...

Outside the clinic, there was an uproar and chaos, and everyone was talking about it, accusing Yang Fan and Qi Xianhong Medical Center.

Of course, with guards stopping them, they can only curse.

"Calm down." Yang Fan finally spoke, "Your play is almost done."

His voice was neither big nor small, but it contained a kind of sarcasm that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul.

Suddenly, everyone became quiet. The young scholar and the girl seemed to be hit by the vital points. They were speechless for a moment, and they felt a sense of impulse that was pressing towards their hearts.

Looking up, Yang Fan's sharp gaze seemed to penetrate their souls.

"Hmph... No matter how you argue, it is an indisputable fact that my dad died in your clinic."

The young scholar's despicable spirit and the weak on the inside.

"He's dead?" Yang Fan smiled pursed his lips and turned his head toward the old man on the stretcher, obviously disbelief.

"My father has died. The doctor has seen it. Do you, a person who is a vain doctor, still want to deny it?"

The young scholar said fiercely, then raised his hand and stroked the people around him looking at the human brain, and said with a righteous thought: "Behind me, there are thousands of people who testify. Even if you have the eloquence of iron-toothed bronze teeth, you cannot slander this fact."

"If you die or not, you have to let the doctor decide." Yang Fan sneered, squatted down and put his hand on the injured person's hand pulse.

After a while, he pondered: "It seems that less than half a cup of tea has died..."

"Hahaha..." The young scholar laughed out loud: "What's wrong, now you are willing to admit the facts."

The mortals around him were in an uproar and began to clamor and condemn.

Yang Fan suddenly said, "Your father is dead, do you need to be so happy?"

"You..." The smile on the young scholar's face suddenly became stiff, and the people around him were also stunned.

"Hmph, you deliberately carried the dying person to my clinic. What is your intention? Who instructed you to come!"

Yang Fan shouted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The powerful pressure, like a huge hammer of thousands of pounds, hit the young scholar's head. The sound was like a muffled thunder in his ears.

thump!

The young scholar was so scared that he was urinating. He sat on the ground with his butt, looking at Yang Fan with fear.

With Yang Fan's soul realm during the Foundation Establishment Stage, a slight impact of spiritual consciousness scares him and his soul is not possessed.

If he wants to kill, a powerful mental shock can make an ordinary mortal immediately turn into an idiot.

"Wuwuwu... You are ashamed of being a miracle doctor. You can't cure your father's illness. Now you are here to bully my brother again."

The girl cried even more miserably, making people feel sympathetic.

"Haha, okay, since you said that, then Yang will let your father 'awake' and take a look."

Yang Fan took out an iron box from his body and opened it, revealing a row of silver needles of different sizes.

His movements attracted everyone's eyes. The pharmacist who was watching behind said with a strange look on his face: "Does he want to resurrect?"

Resurrection!

Everyone on the field, whether ordinary mortals, secular doctors, or cultivators and pharmacists, held their breath and stared at Yang Fan's actions.

Yang Fan first took out a silver needle and slowly injected magic power into it, and a strange highlight appeared in his eyes.

"Cangyun, please help me and get the needle for me later." Yang Fan focused and ordered.

"Yes, Master Miracle Doctor!" Cang Yun's eyes flashed with strange colors. He walked behind Yang Fan and took out eight silver needles according to his request.

Yang Fan concentrated on himself, holding a silver needle in his hand, and in his deep eyes, there was only the tiny silver needle, as if he was injecting his energy into it.

At this moment, the field was silent, and even if a needle fell, it could be heard clearly.

At one moment, Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and the silver needle in his hand fell like lightning, flashing with a strange and transparent color. The brilliance was almost invisible to the naked eye.

puff!

The silver needle pierced into a strange acupoint next to the old man's temple.

In an instant, the old man who had died suddenly opened his eyes, which made everyone on the field feel cold and immediately became in chaos.

"Transfer the needle, three on the left." Yang Fan's mind was almost entirely focused on the old man and he reached out to get the needle.

Cang Yun immediately handed him three silver needles as required.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three consecutive silver lights hit the other three parts of the old man's head.

The old man's body trembled suddenly, as if he was spasm.

Wow!

Everyone on the field was shocked, and the timid people screamed.

"Transfer the needle, nine large ones in the middle." Yang Fan continued to prick the needle.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A touch of cold light came out from his hands. In the blink of an eye, he took out nine needles from Cang Yun's hand and inserted them into various parts of the old man's body.

"The last stitch!"

Yang Fan looked at Cangyun, but there was a strange silver needle with a jade luster left in the iron box.

Taking this extraordinary silver needle, Yang Fan inhaled and concentrated his mind. The soul in the center of his spiritual consciousness was filled with a slight wave. The power of the Xianhong Jue in his body continued to flow, and a gentle and friendly aura came.

Cang Yun squatted behind Yang Fan, looking at his side face, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, his heartbeat accelerated slightly, and a layer of sweat appeared in his palms.

Yang Fan's spirit and spirit were gathered together, and he could faintly feel a trace of change in the air and a hidden murderous intent.

Murderous intent? Where does it come from?

So he lifted the last needle in mid-air and became stiff.

In fact, this strange silver needle technique was learned from the jade slips given by the hunchbacked old man.

However, based on the advantages of his "Xianhong Jue", Yang Fan simplified the obscure and complex method to the extreme.

This set of acupuncture can not only heal injuries, but also bring back the newly dying person for a moment.

Of course, to successfully perform this technique, the following basic conditions must be met. First, the deceased must have just died sooner, and the longer the time, the greater the difficulty. Second, the soul of the deceased must be kept intact and cannot be dispersed. If the soul is destroyed, it will be meaningless. Third, the body of the deceased must have a certain integrity, and the more vitality there is still in the body, the greater the hope. Fourth, the soul realm of the caster is far higher than that of the deceased.

When in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan used some small animals to conduct experiments and verified the success of this technique.

However, this silver needle technique requires the use of soul power and the energy must be highly concentrated.

If someone attacks Yang Fan at this critical moment, it will be much more troublesome

"It turned out to be him..."

Yang Fan's hand was stiff in the air, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. He had already guessed that the faint murderous intent was mostly from Cang Yun behind him.

He sighed in his heart, Yang Fan slowly fell down his last needle, and his energy was highly concentrated...

At this time, Cang Yun looked at him with a complicated face, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, and then disappeared again.

Puff—

The last injection actually hit the old man's heart.

"Ah!" The old man on the stretcher groaned, opened his eyes, and looked at the people around him in confusion.

The heart began to beat, the breathing sounded, and the blood flowed...

A few more bloody colors appeared on the old man's face.

"Living! Living!"

Someone exclaimed, and then the whole crowd was sensational.

Resurrection!

It actually succeeded!
To be continued...