When he thought that he was a doctor of medicine and the world-renowned authoritative figure in wound treatment and rehabilitation would become disliked and could not even be an assistant, Dr. Clark couldn't control his loss. In contrast to Dr. Clark's embarrassment and loss, Dr. Brown was extremely grateful at this time. Fortunately, he spoke a step slower than Dr. Clark, otherwise the people who could not say embarrassment would have to do their own thing.

Regardless of whether he was fragile inside because of his own words, Dr. Clark finally calmed down, and Jian'er was satisfied. Well, no one should disturb her preparations anymore, right? I ordered the silver needle that he wanted to use for a while, Jian'er walked to the end of the bed and looked at Little Vincent's feet carefully.

With a dark color, withered and shrunken skin... Jian'er couldn't help but shake her head in her heart. Little Vincent is really unlucky enough. This person could hit her with a chance of millions or even a billions of millions. However, Little Vincent insisted on hitting the "one" that won the prize in one millions, and she had no choice.

"Merian, Abel, forget it, Ray and Dr. Brown, everyone, come and help." Jian'er gently pressed Little Vinson's leg with his hands, and then greeted the side.

"What do we need to do?" To Jian'er's surprise, the quickest person to jump up was the one who was severely attacked just now. Looking at the doctor who was like a plague-headed chicken the previous second, Jian'er really didn't know how to evaluate him.

"Get gauze over and let Xiao Wensen bite it, so as not to hurt himself accidentally. By the way, please help me watch it, don't let the gauze fall out. In addition, Xiao Wensen stands on both sides. You have to tighten Xiao Wensen when I put the needle this time. Even if he hurts, he must not let him move and affect my treatment. Do you understand?" Jian'er explained carefully.

Is it so exaggerated? It's just a child. Even if you struggle because of the pain of inability to bear the treatment, where can you earn? Why do you call so many people to help?

"Merian, Abel, you hold Little Vincent's hand and calm Little Vincent's emotions as much as possible in a while, do you know?" Although it was obvious that everyone was dissatisfied with the feeling, Jian'er didn't say much. Some things are not necessarily believed by you if you talk about them, but others might not believe them. Instead, it would be better not to say them and let them experience it themselves. Besides, these positions are adults after all, and Little Vincent is just a child, and it is inconvenient to add this leg. Even if there is a little mess, it is just a start for a while and it cannot be a big deal.

"Sister is going to start the treatment. After this treatment, Little Vincent's legs should be conscious, so Little Vincent must know bravely?" Jian'er rubbed Little Vincent's curly hair and said.

"Well, Little Vincent is a brave child!" Little Vincent nodded vigorously. His serious appearance made people wish that he could chew on his red and plain face.

"Then, we'll start, brave little Vincent."

"Um!"

"Please be prepared too." Jian'er nodded to the others, and then stood at the position that was most convenient for her to apply the needle. This time, the seriousness and seriousness that Jian'er showed before applying the needle formed a sharp contrast with the casualness before. Influenced by this serious attitude, the others then put away their previous contempt and became serious.

"Go!" Jian'er took a deep breath, glared at her eyes suddenly, raised her little hand, and the shiny silver light appeared on Little Vinson's legs almost at the same time!

Quiet~

Little Vincent was lying on the bed as if he had no feeling at all, looking innocently at the adults surrounding him with his big watery eyes.

What's going on? Is Song Yan's exaggeration? Or are the needles not working?

"It seems useless." Dr. Clark suddenly spoke, "I have checked it before. Little Vinson's legs have completely necrotic, so it is impossible that I decided to amputate..."

"Shut up!" Before Dr. Clark finished speaking, Jane shouted softly and interrupted him. At the same time, she stared at Little Vincent's legs with her eyes, as if she was observing something, and as if she was waiting for something.

"Here you come!" After a while, Jian'er suddenly screamed.

Here comes? What is here? Before everyone can react, they only hear...

"Ah———!!" A harsh and almost scream came from Vinson's mouth since he was a child. It made people unable to believe that this was actually a volume that an ordinary child could make. Such a high tone and such a long voice, I am afraid that even a tenor who has been trained for professionals may not be able to do it.

"God, please help us hold him!" Just as Little Vinson screamed, the screams of Merian and Abel sounded at the same time.

Everyone looked at Little Vincent reflexively, God, is this the cute and obedient child just now? His red eyes, ferocious expression, blue veins that burst out from his body, and the movements that were struggling like crazy...

"Roar———" Little Vincent's hand struggled again, and Merian's hand slid, Little Vincent's little arm came out, and half of his body also struggled to leave the bed.

"Quick, hold him!" Everyone finally realized it and began to help hold Little Vincent in a hurry.

"Hold his shoulders and elbows."

"Beware of his teeth!"

"Oh my God, where is the gauze..."

"O God, my hand, my hand is about to be bitten off by him."

It was not until this time that everyone finally understood why Jane asked so many people to help. No one expected that Jane's mouth would be so scary. At this time, Little Vincent acted like an evil ghost who had completely lost his mind. The heart-wrenching cry made Dr. Brown, a medical worker, feel a sense of coldness in his feet.

And as if the potential in the body was stimulated, the power shown by Xiaowen when she struggled was not as good as a child could possess, but was more like an adult, an adult man!

Not only that, what makes everyone most reluctant is Little Vincent's "slowness" towards his body. He doesn't care whether his struggles will hurt him. As if as long as he can move and struggle, he will do it completely without regard. For this reason, everyone dare not hold Little Vincent too much, because too much pressure may hurt his joints or other when Little Vincent struggles. So what everyone can do is to shrink the force, and then expand the area of ​​Little Vincent's body, so that Little Vincent's body is subjected to even force, minimizing the damage to his body.

It only took less than a minute to sweat.

"Little Vincent, baby! Mom is here, mom is here..." Merian kept kissing her son's forehead and gently held his little face to comfort her son, but Little Vincent seemed to have not heard it, just struggling wildly.

"Dear, baby, Dad is here, be stronger, Dad is here..." Looking at his son's miserable appearance, Abel couldn't help but cry. If possible, Abel hoped that he could take the pain of his children in his place!

"Oh my God, how long will it take!" Kissing Xiao Wen's little hand with blue veins, Merian finally couldn't help crying like a collapse.

"Persevere persist, it's almost..." Jian'er shouted.

"We'll take a break, please stop!" Lifting up his tearful little face, Merian looked at Jian'er with a begging look.

"No!" Jian'er's almost cold voice sounded, "You can't stop, absolutely not stop! Because once we stopped, our efforts before will be in vain, and Xiao Vincent will suffer in vain! And not only that, if you can't drink it in one go this time, it will be even more difficult to cure it next time, and Xiao Vincent's subsequent recovery will be greatly reduced!"

"Okay, keep going, we keep going, um~!" With tears in her eyes, Merian held her son's soft little hand and called her son's name over and over again. Although it didn't work much, she still tried every means to comfort Little Vincent.

"It's almost done, it's OK, everyone hold on for a while." Jian'er, who had been staring at Little Vinson's legs, seemed to have something appeared, and suddenly became excited and screamed.

"Okay!" Jian'er's words made everyone feel energetic and he hurriedly responded in unison.

"Get up the needle, go!" Jian'er suddenly stretched out her hand and danced lightly with her fingertips. The silver needle on Little Vinson's legs disappeared with the dancing of Jian'er's fingertips, "Okay!"

"Dong!" The same time as Jian'er's voice fell, Little Vincent fell straight on the bed and fell into a coma.

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"Finally..." The moment when Little Vincent fainted, in addition to Lei, Prince Abdul Alimu and Jian'er, others, including Little Vincent's parents and other medical staff who participated in the assistance, suddenly slipped on. They swear that they could not bear it even if they held on for another second!

"God..." Abel couldn't help but moan, looking at his hands that were still shaking slightly, he felt that he had never been so nervous and afraid.

"Hey, are you all okay?" Jian'er leaned down and asked with concern.

OK?! What a shit!

But speaking of this... Little Vincent, by the way, how is Little Vincent now?!

"Oh my God, what's wrong with Little Vinson?" Merian suddenly exclaimed.

"I'm in a coma." Jian'er glanced at him and said her judgment directly, "I don't have to pay attention to him. Let him sleep until he wakes up naturally and get back the lost energy.

"Why..." Mei Li couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "How is my son now?"

"You wait a moment, I'll take a look." After saying that, Jian'er was about to pick up the silver syringe that was placed aside.

"Wait a minute..." Merian couldn't help but reach out and grabbed Jian'er's hand, swallowed, and looked at the small silver syringe in Jian'er's hand with a look of awe. "That, can we not use it..."

"Are you talking about this?" Jian'er gently shook the silver syringe.

"Yes, yes, can that be ignored..." His son was treated by the boss's crime just now, and he had just stopped. Why did he have to get an injection again?! When he thought of the painful appearance his son had just shown, Merian couldn't help but stare at the small silver syringe with Qiu Dashen's expression.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt again this time." Jian'er shook her head with a little laugh, "Not all acupuncture hurts so much. And haven't you seen my first acupuncture show just now? Didn't you see Xiao Wensen screaming pain before? Besides, this pain is still a good thing."

This is still a good thing?! When Melian thought of her son's pain just now, her heart trembled, her eyes were sore, and tears almost shed.

"That's all, is it a good thing?" Melian almost jumped up. If it weren't for looking at Jian'er as the current attending doctor, and Jalian had always been very concerned about Little Vincent, Melian would have doubted whether this person was talking sarcastic.

"Merian, this is indeed a good thing, and it is a great thing." Dr. Brown suddenly spoke.

"Really?!" Dr. Brown couldn't believe it. It hurts so much. Why is it related to good things?

"Little Vinson felt it hurt." Dr. Brown reminded with some intent.

"Of course I know." Merian couldn't react to what this guy wanted to show.

"Merian, don't you realize it yet? Little Vinson was crying for pain, and his legs began to regain consciousness!!" Abel hugged his wife in his arms. Really, his little wife always looked smart, so why did he react so slowly today?

"Yes!" Merian's eyes lit up. She hadn't forgotten that Little Vincent's legs were completely unconscious at that time. Now it hurts. Isn't this improving? What's the matter?! God... Merian looked at Jian'er's eyes full of admiration! Without taking medicine, without injections, and by just pricking with the needle, her son was saved. This is really amazing. Is there anything there?
Chapter completed!