Wealth

Feng Mao was lying on the bed in a nervous mood, watching Fan Wubing and Fan Tianlan, the old and the young, whisperingly discussing how to treat him.

People in the dark look forward to the light even more. After more than ten years of lying in bed, they have greater eager hopes for regaining their ability to move, or whether they can live their lives like ordinary people in the future. Look at it today.

Feng Mao looked at her sister, and now that Feng Ping was looking at Fan Wubing with some worry, obviously she was also worried about whether Fan Wubing could really cure her brother’s ailments with the golden needle, but at this time the arrow was on the string, and there was no time to go. Consider other things.

The old man Fan Tianlan has been a doctor for a lifetime, and he is also very good at grasping people’s psychology. After discussing with Fan Wuyao, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Everyone likes to trust old Chinese doctors. Old Chinese doctors have rich experience. With broad knowledge, it is easy to treat the onset of illness. In fact, this is not necessarily the case. Many old Chinese medicine practitioners are confused when they are young and have no consciousness of correcting. Therefore, when they are getting old, they are even more confused to the extreme, plus no With the enthusiasm for research and enterprising, the technology is deteriorating. The so-called quack doctors misunderstand others. On the contrary, many famous medical records in history were created by young doctors. Although their experience is worse, they are expensive. There is an enterprising heart!"

After hearing the old man's words, Fan Wubing spread his hands and said, "This is the teacher's peace of mind." Feng Ping and others nodded slightly, knowing that the old man was telling the truth, but it was difficult for ordinary people to have psychological factors. Reverse.

The old man asked people to light the sandalwood in the room, and then took two gossip mirrors from his accompanying box. Hanging above the doors and windows, they took out a peach-wood sword with a ruler length from the box, and put it in front of the incense burner respectfully. After giving the big salute, he prayed for a while, and then stood up and nodded to Fan Wu. Bing said, "Let's start!"

Fan Wubing looked at him a little stunned. He thought that you are a doctor or a warlock, and you actually put on a posture of opening the altar, if it were twenty years in the morning. But it will be regarded as a remnant of feudalism and given to the dictatorship.

The old man saw that Fan Wubing was a little dazed, so he explained, "According to the family tradition, we use acupuncture and moxibustion to treat the right and evil diseases. So we should pay more attention to it.

Fan Wubing nodded, and calmed down. Not to mention, Sandalwood really did a little bit of concentration and calming effect. Now Fan Wubing felt that his state of mind was very calm and his mind was very flexible. He shook the golden needle in his hand, and the qi was everywhere, causing the golden needle to move like a snake, instead of simply hardening it. Straighten.

"How do you feel that Fan Wubing takes a needle like a worm? If it is stuck like this, is there a quasi-head?" Feng Ping whispered to Chen Jingchu next to him with some worry.

"I don't understand either. I guess it won't break." Chen Jingchu shook his head. There is no bottom in my heart

Fan Wuyi concentrated. Concentrate the internal energy of the whole body. There was a little gold needle in front of me. And lying on the bed, the wind is magnificent. Even Fan Tianlan. At this time, he was automatically ignored.

very quickly. He entered a very mysterious realm. Everything is illusory. It seems that his eyes penetrate the windy skin. Saw the blood running in his legs. Coming and going vigorously. And the cold poison lurking in Yangling Spring is swallowing and hindering the normal circulation of Qi and blood.

Fan Wubing was holding the golden needle. He stared at the chill with piercing eyes. The gold needle was swinging about three inches above it. And that cold poison. It seems that the threat is also felt. Knowing that this golden needle is its enemy of life and death. Want to flee elsewhere. But Yanglingquan is its home for more than ten years. It seems that I can't give up. So just wandering around.

Fan Tianlan and the others were watching. Fan Wuyi stood there and said nothing. There seemed to be a ray of light in the eyes. Staring at Fengmaodi's legs. The golden needle was pinched in his hand. The swing is getting bigger and bigger. It seemed like a golden dragon about to break through the air and fly away.

After a long time. Fan Wuyi's hand slowly but steadily sank down. Jin Zhen twisted his body and violently collided with the cold poison. Feng Mao felt as if he was hit by a huge force on his legs!

Then Feng Mao felt a huge geothermal force walking up and down along his legs. The soreness and pain in the legs suddenly recovered in an instant. I have lost the feeling for more than ten years. Finally appeared again.

This is not over yet. After the suffix Lu, a little real sun in the snow-capped mountains suddenly rises along the back of the governor channel, passing through the governing channels all the way up, and when passing through the Feng Mansion, Fengmao I felt as if a skylight had been opened on the top of my head, and all the cold air rushed out at once, and then this zhenqi continued to run, down the Ren channel, sinking into the dantian, and after that, the various pulses In the orifice, it reacted violently as if it was boiled water.

Feng Mao felt his whole body trembling, as if the whole person was thrown into a pan of oil.

Fan Wubing’s golden needle was beating from top to bottom at this time, like a little man dancing a tap dance, trembling and twisting on the windy Yangling Spring, every time it was lifted up to the ground, it was fine. Seeing a black gas surrounding the Golden Needle Ground, Fan Wuyi's Golden Needle melted away and disappeared.

Fan Wubing held the golden needle and stood there for half an hour. At the last moment, his forehead was slightly sweaty. Obviously it was a lot of consumption. Otherwise, with his strength, it would be overwhelmed by dozens. A Zhongnanhai bodyguard may not have such a reaction.

The old man Fan Tianlan looked at it earnestly, looking at the golden needle in Fan Wubing's suggestion, he seemed to be enlightened.

And the other doctors who were watching in the room were at a loss as if they were falling into the clouds and mists. From beginning to end, they only saw Fan Wubing standing there with a golden needle, and even confession. Did not change one, just stabbed and stabbed somewhere in Yanglingquan, as if a stubborn teenager was abusing his classmates.

"Is this treating a disease?" a doctor couldn't help asking his colleagues.

"I don't know, it looks a little unbelievable." The same industry can't tell, but Fan Tianlan's name is too big, even if he puts a needle on it, he may be able to come back to life, although Fan Wuyi only brought a few Tian’s apprentice is only, maybe there will be something different?

Several doctors stood there looking blankly, but found nothing.

But Feng Mao’s face has changed very well, red for a while and white for a while. If you look closely, it seems that there is still a black air raging on the facial features, but the color has become lighter and lighter. At the end of the day, it can’t be seen anymore. arrive.

Fan Wubing's golden needle finally stopped, and the twisted golden needle finally stopped abruptly at this time, becoming extremely strong, and then Fan Wubing let out a muffled sigh, and slapped his palm on the Fengmao Baihui Dazhi.

Feng Mao felt like a thunder in his mind, rumbling, trying to crush all the haze that had been pressing on him for more than ten years, and then felt a warm current like the Yangtze River raging like a big river. Down, inspire every one of your own secrets.

I don't know when, Fan Wubing had already put away the golden needle in his hand and stood aside.

"Ah--" Feng Mao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly shouted, jumping up as if stimulated by an electric current. After staggering a few steps on the ground, he realized that he actually walked off the hospital bed.

"I got up?!" Feng Mao was very hard to accept this change, his mood was very agitated, but he still felt a little vain at his feet, and he sat down on the ground.

Feng Ping saw her younger brother walking down to the ground ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and couldn't help but yelled, rushed over to lift him up, and wanted to check again to see if he really recovered.

The old man Fan Tianlan laughed and said, "Healed from a long illness, wherever there is a complete recovery so easily, but now that the sickness has gone, the time of a week of exercise is almost the same."

Until now, the doctors who watched the jokes were stunned. They witnessed the advent of a genius doctor. Fan Wubing did his part to write another myth in the apricot forest with the magic needle in his hand.

The reason why Fengmao was able to take a few steps after the acupuncture treatment had a lot to do with the fact that his family had not given up on his leg muscle massage. If he hadn't done health massage every day, the muscles would have been atrophy. Even if the cold toxin is removed, it is impossible to stand up all at once, or even unable to stand up anymore.

Chen Jingchu walked over, wiped the sweat bead on Fan Wuyao's head, and asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

Fan Wubing thought about it carefully, frowned and paused for a long time, and finally patted his stomach, and said to Chen Jingchu, "There is nothing else, it's just that the consumption just now was too much, and now I am hungry!"