After the separation, the family had a lot of fish and meat every day, and the best was furious

Everyone in the Imperial Hospital looked at this prescription, and three new people were appointed to fill the three positions, namely Ding Ziqian, Wang Buliuxing, and Wan Weiran.

Wan Shen knew that Wan Weiran's medical skills were good enough to get him into the Imperial Hospital, but he also thought about putting some obstacles in his way to prevent him from getting in.

Unexpectedly, he still got in with his own strength.

An afternoon passed, and Wan Weiran finally secured this spot after fighting through the fierce competition of thousands of people. For the sake of his elder brother, he had to enter this palace.

"Doctor Zhao, I feel it's too hasty to assess three people and admit them to the Imperial Hospital. If nothing else, just him..."

Wan Shen pointed at Wan Weiran and said, "Do you know his true strength? His prescription was correct, but I doubt those two silver needles he used were a coincidence."

Wan Weiran sneered. He thought that he and Lin Ting were probably the only ones in Dongxia who knew such medical skills. His father couldn't believe it, so he would let him see his true strength in the past few years.

"Director, whether it's a coincidence or not, according to normal procedures, his prescription and diagnosis are correct, and he has met the requirements for admission to the Imperial Hospital. If he really knows acupuncture, it would be a pleasant surprise..."

Doctor Zhao didn't believe that Wan Weiran's move was a coincidence. After all, he found the two acupuncture points without any hesitation, and the way he inserted the silver was very particular.

This lost medical skill is extremely rare, even if one only knows how to give these two injections.

Wan Weiran stepped forward, bowed to the imperial doctors, and spoke calmly.

"The Imperial Physicians and the Dean have concerns about my acupuncture skills. I am willing to take another test in this area. I hope the Imperial Physicians will give me another chance."

Wan Shen stopped talking. In his understanding, Wan Weiran's acupuncture skills were just the two needle methods he found from his elder brother's research records, and he didn't have any real strength.

"Okay, I'll give you this extra position, but if you're just filling in the gaps, you won't be allowed to join the Imperial Hospital. We don't tolerate people with bad intentions in the Imperial Hospital."

Wan Weiran nodded without saying anything. Now that things had come to this, he would not give up no matter how difficult it was for his father.

Doctor Zhao and others were worried about Wan Weiran. After all, it would be a shame if such a good seedling did not enter the Imperial Hospital.

Wan Shen found several other patients. One of them had never been touched by anyone from the beginning to the end, so he was just right for Wan Weiran to see and make him give up.

"Wan Weiran, do you see that old man lying over there? He's sweating profusely, looking like he's near death. He's completely unconscious and unable to speak.

We in the Imperial Hospital don't bully people. We don't ask you to save him, nor do we ask you to extend his life. As long as you can make him regain consciousness immediately, with enough time to arrange his affairs before and after death, you will pass the assessment of this head of the hospital."

Doctor Zhao and his colleagues were shocked. Isn't this embarrassing?

The man was almost dead, and it was not appropriate for him to be brought up for assessment by the Imperial Hospital, but this was the request of His Majesty.

I am afraid that one day His Majesty will suddenly fall ill, and I need someone to help him regain consciousness, explain important matters, and prevent accidents, so I want to find a capable person.

No one has been able to complete such an assessment for decades. Anyone who encounters this assessment is unlucky and will not be able to work in the Imperial Medical Service.

Now handing over such a dying person to Wan Weiran, isn't it telling him clearly that he can't enter the Imperial Hospital?

"Okay, I agree."

Wan Weiran agreed readily, causing several imperial doctors to sigh and shake their heads.

Wan Weiran walked to the patient, reached out to take off his shirt, and saw his body covered in sweat. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, his whole body hanging on by a thread.

There was no pulse at his wrist. Wan Weiran wanted to feel his pulse, but he could only put his fingers on his neck to check.

It's a dying pulse. This person cannot be saved, but he still has a way to save him if he has a last moment of life.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wan Weiran took out a silver needle, inserted the first needle into the patient's Yamen point, and the second needle into the Laogong point on the palm!

Then go to Sanyinjiao, Yongquan, Taixi, Zhongwan, Zusanli, and the last needle is inserted at Hegu point.

The nine needles for restoring yang must be performed in the right order. This will draw all the Qi from the patient's body into the body, allowing the patient's five internal organs to be excited for the last time.

Wan Shen watched Wan Weiran's acupuncture techniques, and how he inserted the needles in different places on the body. He was so skilled, as if he had done it countless times.

Doctor Zhao and others, as well as Wang Buluixing, all widened their eyes. With such medical skills, they were really afraid of missing any details.

Although I couldn't understand anything, everyone in the medical field had heard of the long-lost art of acupuncture.

After Wan Weiran performed a series of acupuncture treatments, the man who had originally had a pale face and was about to die gradually began to have blood color on his lips.

His body, which had been sweating all the time, stopped sweating. He opened his eyes, moved his eyeballs, looked at the person next to him and asked.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

After saying this, he saw the sun in the sky was so dazzling that he raised his hand to block the sunlight and found that there were still a few silver needles stuck in his hand.

"this?"

"Don't move, I'm healing you."

Seeing this, even Wan Shen couldn't help but move closer. The ancestors of the Wan family said that every generation of the Wan family should spare no effort to study the art of acupuncture.

The Wan family's acupuncture lineage no longer exists. For unknown reasons, the art of acupuncture has not been passed down.

Before Wan, it was his eldest son who was studying the art of acupuncture, but he passed away before he could figure out the principles!

Now, after traveling for a few years, Wan Weiran actually learned the art of acupuncture. Who did he meet during these years, and who taught him this medical skill?

Or maybe there are still people alive in the lineage of the Wan family's ancestors who know this medical skill, otherwise it would be impossible for Wan Weiran to become so skilled on his own in these few years.

"Is there any water? I'm so thirsty and hungry..."

Except for Wan Weiran and the patient, all the Imperial Physician Zhao and others present were stunned until the patient looked at them and made a request.

The person who was almost dying the moment before now looked normal and even asked for food and drink. This is a medical miracle.

It was Doctor Zhao who reacted first and ordered people to bring food and drinks to the patient.

They all knew in their hearts that this person's current state was a last gasp of life, but they wanted to know how long he could maintain this state.

Moreover, the needles that Wan Weiran had applied to him had not been removed yet. He didn't know if he would die if the needles were removed.

This news not only attracted the attention of the Imperial Hospital, but also quickly reached the ears of the Emperor.

After hearing the news, the emperor immediately stood up and asked the eunuch beside him.

"What did you say? We really found such a capable person?"

The head eunuch nodded quickly, "Yes, Your Majesty, this man is none other than Wan Weiran, the son of Dean Wan. He saved the dying patient with just one set of silver needles."

The emperor has been looking for such talents, but he didn't expect that there was someone with such ability around him. Wan Shen hid it well enough.