For an old man, it is a blessing to live two more years.
After Liu Zhen finished speaking, he took out the inch-long silver needles from the medical box, untied the old man's clothes, and applied the needles cautiously and carefully, sticking long needles into the flesh.
Bai Chuwei looked at her and shook her head. Traditional Chinese medicine has been popular for 5,000 years.
The old man on the bed suddenly twitched, and everyone looked nervous. Liu Zhen didn't care and said, "It's okay."
As soon as the words fell, the old man suddenly vomited yellow water from his stomach, and the yellow water was still stained with blood, and he let out a big mouthful of breath.
It was just a sign of dying.
Everyone panicked, just seeing that the old man got better after eating vegetables, and the rest of the Duan family went out and haven't come back. If the old man passed away now, then the third master and the others would not have time to see the old man for the last time!
Duan Xingye was completely blown up: "What did you quack doctor do to my grandfather?"
Liu Zhen's expression froze, he looked at them suspiciously, and asked sharply, "What did the old man take before?"
Everyone looked at each other, but the butler remembered and said, "The old man was fed a few mouthfuls of vegetables a few days ago. I heard that the vegetables were sent by this Miss Bai."
Everyone's eyes fell on Bai Chuwei.
Bai Chuwei glanced at Liu Zhen with a funny look. She didn't expect this to be counted on her head. Bai Chuwei stepped forward and kicked Liu Zhen away.
Liu Zhen was kicked so staggered that he almost fell to the ground. His old face was flushed red, and he was about to scold Bai Chuwei.
Bai Chuwei took out an acupuncture cloth embroidered with ink bamboo from her backpack, rolled it out gently, and skillfully took out a few silver needles with her slender fingers.
Bai Chuwei poured Banban aura into the silver needle, the old man's breathing slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his pale face gradually improved.
Liu Zhen's expression gradually became weird, until Bai Chuwei took out a three-inch silver needle from the acupuncture cloth again, her cloudy eyes seemed to see a ghost.
As soon as he plunged into the acupoint, he settled firmly on the old man's chest.
Liu Zhen's lips trembled: "Ling... Thirteen needles of the spiritual path? How did you learn it? No, no, no... How can you give thirteen needles in one go at your age?"
Even if he has studied medicine for decades, the thirteen needles of the spiritual path passed down by his master need to circulate the spiritual energy in his body to apply needles. Even if he can perform at most nine needles, he remembers that his master is only ten needles.
He performed thirteen needles in one breath, which he had never seen in his life!
Bai Chuwei glanced sideways and said in a light tone, "This is the acupuncture method I created." Could she be
Liu Zhen almost screamed: "Ridiculous! Ridiculous! This acupuncture has been handed down for almost four thousand years since ancient times!"
Bai Chuwei didn't want to pay attention to him, and reached out to wipe the thin sweat from her forehead.
A large slender hand stretched out towards her, and Duan Feihan handed her a light gray square with a faint fragrance.
Bai Chuwei looked up, Duan Feihan's eyes were deep, and she looked at her.
Bai Chuwei laughed, "Thank you." She took the square towel from Duan Feihan and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Suddenly, the smile on Bai Chuwei's face stagnated, and her cold eyes looked outside the house.
The housekeeper took the mobile phone and said, "the third master has brought Miss Tong to the door of the house, come over immediately."