Chapter 1968

The old Chinese medicine doctor looked up at the middle-aged western medicine doctor with dissatisfaction. However, before he could say anything, he saw a silver needle with cold light shooting towards the acupuncture point on the middle-aged western medicine doctor's wrist.

Seeing this needle, the old doctor's weather-beaten eyes flashed with a glint.

Everyone felt that inserting silver needles was a very simple matter. However, to be able to insert silver needles into the skin, everyone could do it after practicing for a period of time. However, with Mu Yue's ability, even if she practiced for ten years, she might not be able to succeed.

This was because it not only depended on the strength of the hand and wrist, but also the accuracy of the acupoint identification. When the two aspects were combined, the ability was not only tested in one aspect.

The silver needle was so thin and light. Even the old Chinese medicine doctor might not be able to shoot this silver needle from a distance of a few meters from Mu Yue and accurately on the middle-aged man's acupuncture point. Because he was old now, the strength of his hand was not as good as before.

If he was not old, perhaps the strength of his wrist was still there, then he could do it. However, the problem was that he did not have the strength.

While the old Chinese medicine doctor was amazed in his heart, the middle-aged western medicine doctor let out a painful cry.

The middle-aged western medicine doctor sat on the ground and grabbed his wrist. He stared at the silver needle on his wrist with a look of disbelief. "Who, who did this?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the silver needle on his wrist.

Mu Yue glanced at the middle-aged driver at her feet. The middle-aged man was not in danger, so she freed her hand. She stood up and said coldly, "It was me!"

Hearing Mu Yue's voice, the middle-aged western medicine doctor's eyes suddenly widened. "You!"

"Otherwise?" Mu Yue looked at the western medicine doctor coldly. "I called you here to help treat the injured, not to make trouble here. I inserted the silver needle on the injured man. If you pull it out casually, he will bleed profusely. Are you willing to take the responsibility?"

When the western medicine doctor heard Mu Yue's words, not only did he not repent, but he looked at Mu Yue even more mockingly. "Take the responsibility? You dare to ask me to take the responsibility?! Who do you think you are? Do you think you can save people by inserting a few needles? We're saving lives, not playing around! "

"You are a doctor. You are here to save people, not to stop me from saving people. You have to know that before you came, I was the one who was saving people! It wasn't you! "Mu Yue didn't give him any face and directly accused the middle-aged western doctor on the street.

When the middle-aged man heard Mu Yue's words, he almost flew into a rage. He glared at her and said, "What did you say? Who do you think you are? Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?"

After all, he was only a doctor. What right did this immature little girl have to criticize him?

"Doctor? Are you a doctor? " The old Chinese doctor couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up angrily and stood beside Mu Yue, criticizing the middle-aged Western doctor. "Cai Peng, are you still a doctor? When you come to a place like this, your first thought is to criticize others instead of treating more injured people."

This was also the thought of all the injured and the passersby.

"You … you are Qi Huailu, Qi Lao?" The middle-aged Western doctor, Cai Peng, looked at the old Chinese doctor, Qi Huailu, in shock.