60s: Petite Wife

WD: 0Qz.7#U6DFg+1(#y is not here, the old man wakes up leisurely, looks in good spirits, Shen Jiao knows that it is the effect of her Yangrong Pill, the middle-aged man hurriedly gets up, his concern is beyond words .

"Father, how do you feel?"

Although the old man was terminally ill, his eyes were still sharp. Shen Jiao didn't dare to look him in the eyes. She felt even more severe than Han Qingye. She was still so sick. !

"It's okay, it's much more comfortable, where is this?" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and he immediately asked about the environment he was in.

"Dad, this is the Haishi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. This is the famous Doctor Dong in Kyoto back then. You have praised Doctor Dong's medical skills before!" The middle-aged man said with a smile.

The old man turned his head to look at Dong Fangzheng, squinted for a long time, and said with disgust, "Why are you so fat?"

"Pfft"

Shen Jiao couldn't hold back her squirting, and hurriedly reached out her hand to cover her mouth. The occasion was not right, so she had to go home and laugh again.

Dong Fangzheng stared at Shen Jiao angrily, looking at the old man suspiciously, and asked, "Excuse my clumsiness, dare I ask you?"

The old man smiled and said hoarsely, "My surname is Liu, Wen Dao Liu. I saw a doctor at your place decades ago, and you were as thin as a monkey back then."

The corners of Shen Jiao's mouth twitched, her hands covered her hands even more, and she didn't dare to laugh out loud. Dean Yang also smiled, knowing that the old leader would not die for a while, and his heart was relieved.

Dong Fangzheng pouted angrily. For a while, he really couldn't remember which temple Bodhisattva this old guy was, but he was definitely not wrong, and he didn't dare to reply. , but the rules to abide by are clear, who can show off, and who has to respect, the Taoism in it is deep!

"I'm not fat, and my apprentice is also filial. He cooks delicious food for me every day. It's no wonder I'm not fat." Dong Fangzheng put the fat pot on Shen Jiao's head, and Shen Jiao hummed softly After speaking, I made up my mind that I must chin the croton at night.

The old man glanced at Shen Jiao with a smile in his eyes, and praised: "You are blessed to have a good apprentice."

Dong Fangzheng laughed, his fat round face was smug, he took out a golden needle from the needle bag, and looked very serious: "I have to give you a needle, it hurts a bit, would you like to bite a cork?"

The old man looked indifferent and calmly said: "It's okay, you just have to tie it."

Dong Fangzheng didn't insist either. Although he didn't remember which Buddha the old man was, the old man's suffocating aura was very heavy. At first glance, he knew that he was a soldier who climbed out of the dead. How could such a person be afraid of a little bit of gold needles? pain?

"Okay, lie down."

Dong Fangzheng helped the old man to lie down and undressed him, revealing his skin like dry tree bark. Shen Jiao glanced at it from a distance and was shocked.

There was no good skin on the old man's body, and there were festering scars everywhere, just like a leper. It was not scary to look at. No wonder the old man was so thin and shapeless. He can still speak and chat calmly and calmly, this concentration is not comparable to ordinary people.

Dong Fangzheng was calm, burned the golden needle on the candle for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and inserted it into the key point of the old man's body as quickly as electricity. Shen Jiao didn't see his movements clearly, only saw a golden shadow, after that the old man's body was like a hedgehog, full of golden needles, shining with golden light.

The reason why Huichuntang's golden acupuncture technique is famous is that it pays attention to a quick word, and there should be no pause for more than three seconds between each needle.

That's why Dong Fangzheng is the only one who can learn this skill in Huichuntang, and even Qi Yuxi has not been able to learn it. This is what he has been brooding about for decades.

Dong Fangzheng finished the thirteen stitches, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. After the last stitch was completed, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Shen Jiao hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, feeling a little ashamed.

Dong Fangzheng had taught her this set of thirteen needles before, but she was not savvy enough to learn how to practice. After applying these thirteen needles, it will take at least a few days to recover.

Both the middle-aged man and Dean Yang stared intently, especially Dean Yang, who had long admired the famous name of the Golden Needle in Huichuntang, but now that he has seen it, he deserves his reputation. He is ashamed of himself. Even after 50 years of practice, Dong Fangzheng has been able to achieve a long-standing reputation, which is indeed true.

The golden needle on the old man's body suddenly trembled, first a golden needle trembled, the needle tail trembled very fast like a bee flapping its wings, and then the other golden needles also trembled, buzzing like a swarm of bees flying over.

"Inhale deeply, exhale again, and spit out the turbid air in your body. No matter how painful it is, you have to endure it."

Dong Fangzheng told the old man, his expression was nervous, the old man's face began to twist, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he didn't say a word, his lips were clenched, his hands were tightly gripping the sheets, and the veins were bursting.

The middle-aged man couldn't bear to see it, he stretched out his arm, "Father, will you bite my hand?"

The old man closed his eyes tightly and ignored his son. His lips were bleeding, and he still didn't even hum. Dong Fangzheng looked at the old man with admiration. The pain of a gold needle on his body was not much easier than giving birth to a child. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com This old man is a real man!

"Okay, I'll bleed you and stretch out my hand."

Half an hour later, Dong Fangzheng put away the golden needle. The old man was wet, but he was in good spirits, much better than before. Dong Fangzheng took out the jade knife from the medicine box and cut a knife on the old man's right elbow, which turned black again. Thick and thick blood slowly flowed out, and a stench filled the room immediately, and even the middle-aged man couldn't stand it and covered his nose.

Shen Jiao ran over and opened the window, then took out the incense sticks from the medicine cabinet, ordered three plates in a row, and then covered the stench.

"Look, this is all the poison in your body, it's all in the bone marrow, it's no wonder it doesn't hurt!"

Dong Fang's face was as usual, and he bled in an orderly manner. He used several cotton balls. When the blood faded a little, he stopped the bleeding from the wound of the old man, and then fed him a blood-tonifying pill.

The middle-aged man's expression changed greatly, and he asked in surprise, "Dong Shenyi, my father is poisoned? Isn't he sick?"

Dong Fangzheng nodded, "Yes, it is poisoning, or chronic poisoning, at least ten years."

The middle-aged man exchanged glances with the old man, and then asked, "Does Doctor Dong know what poison is in my father?"

Dong Fangzheng shook his head, "I can't tell for a while. I have to study it. I'll tell you when I get the results of my research."

"There is a genius doctor Lao Dong." The middle-aged man thanked him gratefully.

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