Chapter 405 Those Who Stand in My Way, Die!

Even though the acupuncture and moxibustion process only lasted ten minutes, to Nangong Ming and Wang Miaomiao, it was like a fierce battle. The real energy was consumed severely, and there was a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion.

After the needles were withdrawn, both of them let out a long sigh of relief by coincidence, wiped off the sweat from their foreheads, adjusted their breath secretly for a while, and then continued to use the massage method to continue the treatment.

Tuina massage seems to be simpler than acupuncture, but it is actually complex and profound, involving a lot of medical knowledge, such as meridians and blood vessels, joint acupoints, priorities of techniques, etc. Dare to say that it has entered the room.

To become a famous doctor of a generation, the guidance of an expert is of course important, but I also need to continue to explore and accumulate experience in practicing medicine. After all, there are some things that cannot be taught, and I can only rely on my own speculation.

Just like Wang Miaomiao, Fang Bai brought her into a new world of martial arts and medicine, how far she can go next depends on her own.

Ordinary Chinese medicine massages for patients, only need to master the technique of massage, the severity and slowness of the force, and the accurate meridian and acupoints of the human body.

And the disciples of ancient medicine also need to use real energy to assist in massage, so as to achieve the unimaginable therapeutic effect of ordinary Chinese medicine.

Usually, when the disciples of the ancient medical school massage the patient, they will melt the true essence into their palms, and then slowly penetrate into the patient's body from the palms, so as to relieve or even eliminate the patient's physical discomfort.

Tuina massage obviously consumes more energy and energy than acupuncture.

Twenty minutes later, both Nangong Ming and Wang Miaomiao looked tired.

Nangong Ming was fine, after all, his strength was slightly stronger than Wang Miaomiao's, but a fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing became a little faster. After a little breath adjustment, it returned to normal.

But Wang Miaomiao's white shirt was almost permeated by sweat, wisps of white mist rose above her head, and an abnormal flush appeared on her delicate face. It was obvious that she had consumed too much real energy and her physical strength was a little overdrawn.

After insisting on doing a 20-minute massage for the patient she wanted to treat, Wang Miaomiao sat on a chair behind her with a sense of relief, and raised her hand to indicate to the judges that after the treatment was over, she began to close her eyes and adjust her breath.

And just a moment before the end of Wang Miaomiao's treatment, Nan Gongming also ended the treatment.

Although he was one step ahead of Wang Miaomiao again, Nangong Ming couldn't see any color on his face.

Especially when the two patients treated by him and Wang Miaomiao stood up from the massage table almost at the same time and walked back and forth on the rostrum with a relaxed and happy expression on their faces, his palms shrunk in his clothes had already been secretly clenched fist.

From Nangong Ming's point of view, although Wang Miaomiao was far behind him in martial arts, in terms of medicine, he had already posed an imminent threat to him.

In the first round of medical skills competition, Nangong Ming had a great lead, but in the second round, this advantage shrunk sharply. Judging from the recovery of the two patients, he and Wang Miaomiao's treatment effects should almost.

Nangong Ming had already boasted to Sikong Lieyang, the head of the "Ghost Doctor Sect", that he would definitely win the first place in the medical skills competition, but if this situation continues, he really doesn't have much confidence.

Wang Miaomiao is an uncontrollable factor. What Nangong Ming is most worried about is that in the final stage of the medical skills exchange session, Wang Miaomiao will highlight his strange moves and capsize himself in the gutter.

"Whoever blocks my way, die!"

Nangong Ming glanced at Wang Miaomiao, and slowly sat down on the chair behind him, killing intent began to spread in his chest.

The world of the hidden door has never been a place of reasoning, where strength alone speaks, if you want to achieve something, you can just open the way with your fists, people block people and kill people, and Buddhas block people and kill Buddhas.

If it weren't for the mutual restraint and checks and balances between the major hidden sects, maintaining the basic stability of the hidden gate world, I am afraid that the world composed of warriors as the main body would have been in chaos long ago, and even the secular world would have been affected and impacted.

Nangong Ming came from the hidden sect, and he has long been accustomed to the cruel rules of the jungle. He walks in the secular world. Although his master told him to keep a low profile, it is really nothing to him to kill a warrior from the secular ancient martial arts world. psychological burden.

The second round of medical skills discussion ended on time within the limited time of half an hour.

After review and evaluation by ten judges, Nan Gongming, Wang Miaomiao and the other three achieved the goal of relieving the patient's symptoms and allowing the patient to walk more than 100 meters independently, and successfully advanced to the third round, while the other seven were eliminated miserably.

There was thunderous applause at the scene, applauding the superb medical skills of the five ancient medical disciples who were promoted again.

The five advanced disciples belonged to three ancient medical schools. Among them, Wang Miaomiao, a disciple of "Miaoyi Pavilion", took one seat, and Gu Xie, a disciple of "Shenxian Island", took one seat. Medical door".

The high medical skills of the disciples of the "Ghost Doctor Sect" can be seen from this.

Three disciples of the "Ghost Doctor Sect", including the mysterious Nangong Ming, Sikong Lieyang's direct disciple Lei Feng, and an elder's direct disciple.

Below the rostrum, in the area where the disciples of the five major ancient medical schools are located, bursts of applause and cheers erupted from time to time. It was the disciples of the three ancient medical schools, "Miaoyi Pavilion", "Shenxian Island", and "Ghost Doctor School", who The promoted fellows applauded and cheered.

Only Fang Bai and Wang Miaomiao could sense the murderous intent in Nangong Ming's chest.

Although Nan Gongming didn't go to see Wang Miaomiao, Wang Miaomiao felt as if the sharp edge was on his back, as if there was an invisible mountain floating above his head, which would be pressed down at any time, and his nerves tensed up.

Wang Miaomiao didn't know that this was a kind of spiritual power exerted on her by Nangong Ming. This kind of spiritual power was similar to Fang Bai's spiritual consciousness, but its function and ability were far from being comparable to the divine consciousness. knowledge compared.

As the invisible pressure gradually increased, Wang Miaomiao's blood flow accelerated, her heartbeat accelerated, her breathing became more and more rapid, her mind also became slightly dizzy, and she could no longer concentrate.

"Get rid of distracting thoughts! Run the exercises!"

Just when Wang Miaomiao was in a trance, Fang Bai's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, shaking Wang Miaomiao's body, and the whole person suddenly woke up from the dazed state.

Wang Miaomiao is a smart person. After waking up, she immediately knew that her mind was affected by Nangong Ming's murderous intent.

She glanced at Fang Bai in the audience with a shameful look on her face, then put aside her distracting thoughts, concentrated her mind, and performed the exercises Fang Bai taught to counteract the mental pressure Nangong Ming put on her.