Professor Zhang San's thoughts were quite simple.
No matter what you say.
He is also a professor of Chinese medicine.
Could it be that his acupuncture skills could be surpassed by a junior?
Thinking about this.
Professor Zhang San raised his hand.
He waved the acupuncture needle in his hand in front of Chen Mu.
Indicating to Chen Mu that he could also hold three needles.
Who knew...
The junior sitting opposite him didn't even glance at him.
Fingers pinching the silver needle.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Three silver needles were inserted into the patient's body.
Then.
While checking the pulse, Chen Mu removed the needles that were temporarily not needed.
The few veteran professors standing by naturally took the silver needles used by Chen Mu.
Helping with the disinfection work.
Professor Zhang San stared at the junior opposite him and took a deep breath.
He also wished to casually solve the patient's paralysis with a few elegant needles like Chen Mu.
But.
