7

Rachel stole my acupuncture techniques and manuscripts, and she admitted it herself with irrefutable evidence. Her fellow TCM practitioners looked at her with contempt and disgust, but Rachel had been cornered, and her reputation was no longer important to her. I casually flipped through a few pages of the manuscript, and before the richest man died, I stepped forward with the silver needle in my hand.

I originally wanted to let the richest man die, and let Rachel and Raymond Davis suffer the consequences of their own actions. But now my master and Lucas have become my enemies, and I think it would be too easy for them not to let them experience the pain I suffered.

I began to use the second half of the Fengyou needle to treat the richest man. When the last needle was about to fall, the richest man suddenly tilted his head, spread his hands, and fell down completely.

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief and immediately burst into laughter: " Jenna Miller cured the richest man to death, she killed him! If you want to cause trouble, go to her!"

The master also shamelessly lied for her: "The richest man still had one last breath, and I was trying to save him. Jenna Miller, you should have told me earlier if you couldn't do it. Now you have cured everyone to death. Even if the master wanted to end it for you, he is powerless!"

"You quack!" Raymond Davis raised his hand high to slap me. I was faster and slapped him hard on the face with my backhand: "Who said the person is dead? All of you get out of the way and don't delay me from saving him!"

After hearing that the richest man could still be saved, Raymond Davis was stunned and didn't even care about the pain of my slap. He hurriedly ordered his men to clear the stage and kicked Rachel off the stage, "Useless thing, stop getting in the way!"

Rachel was bruised and battered from the fall. The brothers and sisters of the junior sister who loved her the most in the past all stepped back in disgust, and no one was willing to help her. Even the master was driven away by Raymond Davis ' bodyguards three feet away from me.

In fact, I only need one last needle to wake the richest man up completely. But I don't want him to wake up, I just want to keep him alive. So I frowned and pretended to be tricky to give him a needle at random. Then I wiped the non-existent sweat on my forehead: "Junior sister's acupuncture skills are too poor, she almost killed him. Now I have pulled him back from the gates of hell, but it will be ten times more difficult to wake him up than before."

Hearing this, Raymond Davis cast a sinister look at Rachel . She had just gotten up from the ground and immediately curled up into a ball, holding her head and begging for mercy. At this moment, I looked at Master as if I had just woken up from a dream: "Master, didn't you just say that you were thinking of a solution? I can't do anything for the time being, how about... Master, you try it?"

No matter how experienced Master is, he is not as old as the several Chinese medicine masters on the jury. Even they are helpless with the vegetative paralysis disease, what can Master do? But in front of so many people, Master can't say that he can't do it, so he can only bite the bullet and say: "I remember that I have studied related diseases before, but I have to spend some time to check the previous manuscripts."

The judges on the stage looked at each other and announced, "This year's Golden Needle Selection has come to an end. We have unanimously decided to hold the competition again next year! Today's farce, and Rachel stealing other people's acupuncture techniques, really bring shame to our traditional Chinese medicine!"