The Supremest Urban Miracle Doctor

Chapter 2: Who Is He? 

"What an ignorant and arrogant youth! You haven't taken his pulse yet.How do you know that the patient can be saved?"

"The patient's pulse and heartbeat have stopped.He is now a dead man.How can he be treated?"

"You can't save him because you are incompetent.’’

"You are being impudent!"

"You are so ignorant.

You can't save him, but that doesn't necessarily mean that other people can't make it.Besides, traditional Chinese medicine pays great attention to four ways of diagnosis.That is to look, listen, question, and feel the pulse.

Why do I have to take a pulse before making a definite diagnosis?"

"You..." Anger chocked Hyatt's words.

He pointed at Brock with a trembling hand.

When the director of the hospital saw this, he immediately became angry, "Get out of here.You are in the hospital.You cannot act wildly here.If you continue to mess around, don't blame me for the things happen next!"

"Shut up!" Hyatt scolded in anger, scaring the director.

"Let him treat the patient!"

"Mr.Hyatt, you..."

"I said let him try!" Hyatt refused to listen to anyone.

He stared at Brock with a burning gaze and said coldly, "If you can cure him, I will serve you as my lord and respect you!"

Brock ignored him and raised his hand.

Several silver needles floated in front of him, shining with a cold light.

However, strangely enough, onlookers could vaguely see that every silver needle was surrounded by a heat wave that was getting more and more intense.

"Using Qi to control needles?" Hyatt was stunned when he saw this scene.

His eyes were filled with shock as he subconsciously cried out.

Brock was using Qi to control needles! Hyatt had once heard from his master Aaron that although their school had reached the peak of the secular medical arts, rumor had it that a kind of people could control needles with Qi.

Needle moved with Qi.

They were able to manipulate silver needles fantastically.

If they reached the peak level, they could even replace needles with Qi.

At that time, their entire bodies had countless needles.

Hyatt was looking at Brock in disbelief.

Astonishment surged through him.

He couldn't help but ask himself whether Brock was the kind of person that Aaron spoke of.

However, at such a young age, could Brock really achieve such accomplishments? Brock waved his hand and seven silver needles flew out, accurately landing on Phyllis’ seven acupoints: méi chong, yun mén, ling xu, ri yué, shén qué, wii shi, and gut lai. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The seven acupoints connected with each other and needles formed into the shape of the Big Dipper, emitting rays of starlight.

"This ...this is the Big Dipper Soul Seizing Needle?"

Hyatt couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this.

It was said that anyone who mastered Big Dipper Soul Seizing Needle was powerful enough to compete against the King of Hell.

From ancient times until now, no more than three people knew this technique.

Surprisingly, Brock had mastered such an earth-shattering acupuncture technique.

Who did he learn from? Why were his medical skills so amazing? As the seven needles fell, Brock's fingers started to move slightly in rhythm, and the seven silver needles trembled in unison.

Phyllis gradually began to breathe.

All present were shocked by this scene, especially Benedict and his daughter.

Their eyes revealed ecstasy.

If they weren't afraid of disturbing Brock, they would have already pounced over.

Finally, Brock raised his hand and the seven silver needles swiftly flew back into Brock's hands as if they had been guided.

As he lifted his hand again, the seven silver needles instantly disappeared without a trace.

This magical technique startled everyone present.

Even Hyatt couldn't bring Phyllis back to life.

However, now everyone could see that not only was Phyllis breathing, but also his heart rate had returned to normal.

Everyone felt that this scene was somewhat inconceivable.

What kind of fantastic technique was this that could actually save a dead person? Brock walked up to Hyatt.

Just when everyone thought that Hyatt was about to break his promise and argue, he actually bowed respectfully.

He made a gesture with both hands that they had never seen before.

This gesture was actually an ancient ritual.

Only those sharing the same orthodox ancient Chinese medicine would understand the meaning of this gesture.

Normally, they made such a salute to their master or the ancestors of their medical school.

It could be said that this solute was as serious as kneeling.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw it Hyatt actually bowed to this young man who looked like a vagrant.

"Remember the prescription.Get the medicine and make it into soup for Phyllis.After taking it for a week, he will recover."

"Yes."

"Remember, 15 grams of perilla stem, 50 grams of nardostachys roots, 25 grams of Valeriana jatamansi, 10 grams of Chinese asafoetida, 150 grams of ambergris, and one tangerine seed...."

Brock said more than forty kinds of Chinese herbs in one breath, and they were accurate to within 5 grams.

Those who did not understand medicine were confused, but Hyatt seriously memorized every medicinal material.

"Do you bear them in your mind?"

"Yes, my lord, I will get right on it."

After that, Hyatt immediately left.

The crowd was once again shocked.

This time, they were surprised that Hyatt addressed Brock his lord.

Did he truly decide to serve Brock? Moreover, telling from Hyatt's expression, he did not seem to be dissatisfied at all.

Instead, his eyes revealed a faint hint of excitement.

God, what was going on? The doctors were all dumbfounded.

They viewed Brock in a different eye from before.

How capable was this young man so that Hyatt, the next top master at the medical circle, was willing to put himself at the mercy of him?

"Benedict, you've been too tired recently.Have a good rest, or your body can't take it."

After saying that, Brock shifted his gaze to Kristin.

Without saying anything else, he left.

Benedict nodded to his daughter and immediately rushed up to Phyllis.

Noticing that Phyllis was safe and sound, Benedict remembered to thank Brock.

However, when they arrived at the door, they could only see Brock's receding figure.

His back gave them a very familiar feeling.

They could not remember where they had seen him.

Suddenly, Kristin remembered something and grabbed her father's hand excitedly.

"What's the matter?"

Benedict was shocked by her.

He regarded his daughter in confusion and asked, "Kristin, what's wrong?"

"Dad, I remember who he is.’’

"What?" Benedict's face lit up.

He didn't have time to thank Brock just now.

Brock saved Phyllis, so he was their great benefactor.

Benedict thought he had to show his gratitude properly.

Now that his daughter finally remembered who that man was, how could Benedict not be excited? "Kristin, who is he?"