To Xie Haitao's surprise, after the third silver needle was inserted, the boy immediately started foaming at the mouth, his body was convulsing, and his face became as pale as a dead man.
At the same time, the bedside monitoring instruments emitted an ear-piercing chirping sound. The boy's blood pressure decreased and the heartbeat rapidly slowed down, which almost indicated his death.
Receiving the boy's status, Xie Haitao was dumbfounded. He held the fourth silver needle in his hand, dare not stab it down.
Dong Tianda said angrily, "What the hell? Do you know how to cure the disease? My son is getting worse!"
Zhou Yongliang also said nervously, "Dr. Xie, what's going on here? Was this also the case when you cured the boy just now?"
"Director Zhou, I ... I ..."
Xie Haitao broke out
