I have a promise with the beauty

Hua Ming started practicing holding needles when he could hold chopsticks when he was a child. Practice makes perfect. When the needle fell, Yang Qingshan didn't feel it at all. He was infinitely better than himself. The silver needle rotated and the Qi in Yang Qingshan's meridians

They all followed the rotation, as if they had complete control over Yang Qingshan's body.

Yang Qingshan's deliberately pale face gradually turned rosy, his whole body was hot, he was sweating profusely, and he looked like he was in good health.

Hua Ming smiled. It was just a silver needle, and Yang Qingshan cooperated to cure it. However, just after being happy for a few seconds, Yang Qingshan's face turned pale again, which attracted a burst of boos from the crowd.

Hua Ming stared at Yang Qingshan with confused eyes. Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly and said with his eyes: "There is no way, this kind of pretending to be sick is for taking medicine."

"Medicine? It doesn't matter. I'll force the medicine out."

Hua Ming raised his hand, and five silver needles flew up. While they were flying, the uncles around Hua Ming rushed towards Yang Qingshan and took off Yang Qingshan's floral shirt with all their hands, revealing his strong figure.

While Yang Qingshan stared at him, five silver needles fell on Yang Qingshan's back.

Yang Qingshan groaned and sweated profusely. He thought that his grandson was really powerful and almost failed. However, Yang Qingshan was also cruel. He gritted his teeth and just confused his acupuncture points. As time went by, the acupoints punctured by the five silver needles disappeared.

Without seeing it, Hua Mingzhi felt that his airflow was out of control and was swallowed by Yang Qingshan.

"This..." Hua Ming looked at Yang Qingshan dumbfounded: "You are a master."

"No, it's a coincidence, come again." Yang Qingshan indicated with his eyes.

"Okay, let's do it again." Hua Ming became furious, dancing with his hands at the same time, and a whole row of silver needles flying. Yang Qingshan seemed to be giving acupuncture to fish that didn't eat fish. The feeling that he was either dead or alive came over him.

In my heart, my eyes were staring at the silver needles, and I painfully felt the needles digging into my skin.

"Bleeding." Hua Yiran, the old man beside him, was drinking tea and said lukewarmly.

Hua Ming looked embarrassed, listening to the discussions around him. He was known as a descendant of Hua Tuo, but he still bled during acupuncture. This was a shame and a shame, but why did he bleed? Why?

"Because you are nervous." Hua Yiran walked over lightly like a teacher, looked at Yang Qingshan's face and said, "It's getting paler and paler."

"Huh? Still more pale?" Yang Qingshan stared at Hua Yiran, Hua Yiran nodded quietly and implicitly, Yang Qingshan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as white as a piece of white paper.

"The acupuncture is bleeding, and it seems that my face may be vomiting blood." Hua Yiran said unhurriedly.

"Your sister."

Yang Qingshan's eyes were bloodshot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He thought that Hua Yiran might have something else to say, so he might as well lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Then he stood up suddenly, his whole body shaking, and the pain on his back

Five silver needles and one silver needle on his arm flew out together with blood lines. Then Yang Qingshan raised his head, muttered something like gibberish, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

"Dead? No? It's impossible. It's just a cold and a fever."

Hua Ming opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe that he had killed someone with acupuncture. This was simply an embarrassment to Hua Tuo's descendants. Moreover, someone died while treating a cold and fever. This was Xue Linlin's medical malpractice, and she would be held legally responsible.

"Acting is acting. If you don't get sick, you won't die."

Hua Ming was a little nervous. He squatted down and started to check his pulse. He found that there was no pulse. He was completely confused and looked back at his uncles.

The uncles are all Huaming's bodyguards and secretaries, and they all have no medical skills. In this case, professionally, they should take the young master away from here, but there are so many people around, and they beat a person to death. Those

It’s too late to take photos and send me a meager mobile phone.

"He's dead." Hua Yiran said coldly to Hua Ming, and then said to the clerk: "Call the police."

"Wait a minute." Hua Ming suddenly remembered something and shouted, "He's not dead. I have a way."

"Haha, everyone is lying here." Hua Yiran said.

Hua Ming ignored Hua Yiyi and knelt down to perform acupuncture again. This time, the needles were applied fiercely, and the technique became completely ferocious.

Yang Qingshan closed his eyes and entered a state of breathlessness. He was really like a dead person. To be more precise, he had no sense of existence. If he hadn't performed this part in a crowd, he would probably have disappeared little by little as if he was walking on the street.

not see.

At this time, Yang Qingshan felt Hua Ming's acupuncture technique and found that it was quite clever, so he couldn't help but write it down silently.

"Why is it still not working?" Hua Ming asked distressedly, but he smiled at the crowd and said: "The person is not dead, he is just in shock. Look, he is still breathing."

"Yeah, I saw it, little brother, hurry up, you will really die if you go into shock for a long time." The crowd responded to Hua Ming perfunctorily.

"Yes, yes, yes." Hua Ming nodded like he was pounding garlic, and continued acupuncture.

Half an hour later, Yang Qingshan was speechless, because Hua Ming only had a few acupuncture techniques, and Yang Qingshan learned it in just half an hour. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at Hua Ming, who was dying, with a weak Zhang

When he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

"I'll do it." Hua Yiran waved his hand to drive Hua Ming away.

"No, I can save him." Hua Ming was sweating and stubbornly continued to give Yang Qingshan acupuncture.

"I'm going to..." the crowd began to boo.

Hua Ming gave up, because Yang Qingshan still looked like he was dying. He stood up and looked at Hua Yiyi for help.

"You are also a Chinese medicine practitioner. What's going on?" Hua Ming said.

"Nen." Hua Yiran sneered, and said to the crowd with his hands clasped in fists: "I am a descendant of Hua Tuo, and I have the method of salvation passed down from my ancestors."

After that, Hua Yiran took out his silver needle, and waited for Hua Ming's silver needle on Yang Qingshan's body to be removed before slowly applying acupuncture, and it was effective for a while. The real child was innocent, and Hua Yiran's eyebrows were happy.

Feiyang, while Hua Ming next to him was dumbfounded. With his professional eyes, he could tell that Hua Yiran's injection was too casual. Why did Yang Qingshan's face turn rosy?

Ahem!

With two mouthfuls of black blood protruding, Yang Qingshan stood up as if nothing happened, his whole body was steaming like he was in a sauna.

"Okay, it's just a little cold and fever, just sweat it out." Hua Yiran was very satisfied with Yang Qingshan's performance. He smiled at Yang Qingshan, smiled at Hua Ming, and laughed at the crowd. He was getting more and more excited.

The louder it got, the darker Hua Ming's face became.

"You guys are on the same side in terms of feelings." Hua Ming said through gritted teeth.

"Boy." An old man who came to see a doctor in the capital said disdainfully to Hua Ming: "There is so much news on the Internet, and photos of Yang Qingshan and Divine Doctor Yang are flying all over the place. You haven't even seen it yet and you just come here to cause trouble. I'll go..."

"You, you, you..." Hua Ming pointed at Yang Qingshan and said shivering: "Are you Yang Qingshan?"

"It's my little brother." Yang Qingshan said proudly while putting on his clothes: "He also has the Huatuo Five Elements Needle, which is indeed passed down from his ancestors."

"Ah! You secretly learned Five Elements Acupuncture." Hua Ming shouted.

"Nonsense, if I keep coming and going on you with those few tricks, how about you also learn a few tricks? If you don't learn them all, don't come out to cause trouble. There are many masters in Nanyang City, you..." Yang Qingshan faced

Hua Ming said disdainfully: "Too young."

"puff……"

Hua Ming was so flattered by Yang Qingshan that he vomited blood, was hugged by his secretary and bodyguard, and retreated without saying a word.

"Come on, those who are sick will see a doctor, and those who are not sick will be given some medicine to strengthen their health." Hua Yiran said with a smile to the crowd.

"Mr. Hua, you've got a lot of skills, you can see results with just one shot," some old customers joked.

"Go, go, we're recording." Hua Yiran said sheepishly, smiling brightly at a mobile phone in the distance: "I am really a descendant of Hua Tuo, and I can also use Five Elements Acupuncture."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed and started to get busy.

After the crowd dispersed, Hua Yiran's face was as dark as water. He pulled Yang Qingshan to the secret room of the warehouse behind with a very serious face, and locked up the secretary, leaving Yang Qingshan confused.

"What's wrong? So serious?" Yang Qingshan sat down and asked.

"Get up, get up."

Hua Yiran drove Yang Qingshan away from the chair and reached out to touch the wall behind the chair. When Yang Qingshan was confused, he heard a click. The wall behind Yang Qingshan slowly opened. It was dark inside.

A deep feeling.

Hua Yiran was more serious than ever before and said sternly to Yang Qingshan: "Follow me."

Yang Qingshan said oh and followed in, while the door behind him slowly closed again.

Hua Yiran walked forward with heavy steps and suddenly went down. Although there were stairs, Yang Qingshan's eyes were like lightning and it didn't matter, but Hua Yiran in front of him walked very steadily because he was familiar with the road.

A few minutes later, Yang Qingshan was brought into a lobby lit by oil lamps by Hua Yiran. Yang Qingshan looked around casually. Unexpectedly, there was a deeper secret room hidden in the secret room of Hua Tuo Hall. He couldn't help but sigh that Hua Yiran

As expected of the medicine boy chosen by the old man, Yang Qingshan was stunned when his eyes were attracted by a stone statue.

"The ancestors are on top, and the descendants are here to kneel and worship."

Hua Yiran shouted loudly at the stone statue, his eyes widened, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Hua Tuo?" Yang Qingshan stared at the stone statue and pondered, then looked down at the small tombstones. Without thinking, he knew that these were Hua Tuo's descendants. Finally, Yang Qingshan locked his eyes on Hua Yiran.

, I didn’t know what to say for a long time.

After Hua Yiran finished kneeling, he turned around and was still kneeling on the ground, looking up at Yang Qingshan with tears in his eyes.

Yang Qingshan took a step back and looked up at the ceiling calmly when he couldn't avoid it.

"Yang Qingshan!"

"ah?"

Yang Qingshan looked down at Hua Yiyu, who was yelling at him.

"Teach me Hua Ming's Five Elements Acupuncture."

"Okay, that's it, it doesn't have to be so serious." Yang Qingshan said with a wry smile.

"No, our ancestor Hua Tuo's greatest reliance was on the acupuncture technique Five Elements Needle. Unfortunately, this acupuncture method has been lost for hundreds of years, and I only know one kind of Hua Ming. That Hua Ming must be Hua Tuo from the north.

Descendants, if they know one kind of needle, if you teach it to me, I will know two kinds of Five Element Acupuncture. This is the evidence that determines who is the real descendant of Hua Tuo."

"So that's it." Yang Qingshan looked like his brother understood, and gave Hua Yiran a flash of inspiration.