"You... you mean, you can cure my illness?"
Murong Xiaoyu widened her eyes, looked at Ye Feng with surprise and nervousness and asked.
Because of her cold veins, there are many things that girls of the same age can do but she cannot do.
Because of her cold pulse, she could only sit by the side of the playground during military training, watching other students sweating and shouting slogans of youth. In addition, there were countless small details in life that she needed to pay attention to, fearing that the slightest carelessness would lead to a relapse of her illness...
She was extremely tired of this kind of life and didn't want to live in the shadow for another day.
Ye Feng nodded and said firmly: "It's not that you can, but that you must!"
“When can I start treatment?”
Murong Bo was also very excited, his face full of anticipation.
Murong Xiaoyu is the person he cares about most in this world. The cold veins entangled in Murong Xiaoyu are like an lingering curse to him. He will not be able to feel at ease until it is resolved.
Over the years, he has thought of countless solutions and consulted countless old friends, hoping that they could help.
But unfortunately, after treating Murong Xiaoyu, those people all sighed helplessly and were helpless about the illness.
But now, Ye Feng gave him a positive answer.
"Anytime!" Ye Feng thought for a moment, then said, "But we need to find a quiet place. When I am treating her, only she and I can be in the same room, and we cannot be disturbed by anyone."
"No problem. I have a house in Beijing. I've been living there recently. I can go there for treatment."
Murong Bo said without hesitation.
"Take this bowl first, and give it to me after I cure your illness."
This old man has a really impatient personality. Ye Feng smiled when he heard that, and handed the soul-calming bowl back.
"No need for that. I believe you are not the kind of person who goes back on your word!"
Murong Bo shook his head and did not take the bowl back.
Ye Feng didn't bother to be polite. He put the bowl into the wooden box, got into the car with Murong Bo and Murong Xiaoyu and left.
Along the way, Ye Feng asked Murong Bo about the matter of inserting needles into the body. This treatment idea was so imaginative that he felt it was very novel. Murong Bo could create this method, and his medical skills must be absolutely amazing.
"Haha, although I also studied medicine, my medical skills are not as miraculous as this. This method was created by an old friend of mine named Ye Haotian."
Murong Bo laughed when he heard this, waved his hand and denied Ye Feng's statement.
Ye Haotian? !
When Ye Feng heard this, the expression on his face suddenly became strange.
"What's the matter? Ye Feng, do you know my old friend?" Murong Bo asked puzzledly when he saw Ye Feng's strange expression.
"To be honest with you, Ye Haotian is my grandfather. He taught me all my medical skills." Ye Feng touched his nose and said with a smile.
"You are Ye Haotian's grandson..."
Murong Bo couldn't help but widen his eyes. He stared at Ye Feng in disbelief for a long time, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "I was wondering how you could have such amazing medical skills at such a young age. It turns out that you are the successor of that old man. This makes sense. But that old man didn't have such great skills when he was your age. You are really better than your master!"
"I didn't expect there was such a connection..."
Ye Feng also smiled bitterly. After all this time, he found out that Murong Bo was an old friend of the lecherous old man.
However, what puzzled Ye Feng was that after hearing the news, Murong Xiaoyu's expression suddenly became strange, and her eyes kept roaming around on him.
And after making eye contact with him, she quickly turned away and pretended nothing had happened.
"That old guy has a weird personality, and he's a carefree person. It's been eighteen years since I last saw him. He did say he had a little grandson, but I didn't expect he's already this big now..."
Murong Bo and the old pervert seemed to have a special relationship. After sighing for a long time, he asked Ye Feng with a smile, "Is the old man in good health now? Is he still like before, crawling into the beds of young girls and wives every now and then?"
"Grandpa has passed away..." Ye Feng was silent for a moment and said slowly.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Bo stood up and hit his head against the carriage with a loud noise, but he seemed to feel no pain. He looked at Ye Feng in astonishment and said, "How is this possible? My old bones are still alive and well. His medical skills are so advanced, how could he be one step ahead?"
Ye Feng sighed and shook his head.
He couldn't explain the cause of the old lecher's death. One day, the old lecher threw him three thousand yuan and said that his life was coming to an end, so he should remember to use the money to prepare for his funeral and not spend the money indiscriminately.
At that time he thought that the lecherous old man was making fun of him. However, a few days later, one morning, after he had prepared breakfast, the lecherous old man did not get up. When he went to the room to call for help, he found that the old man had passed away.
"It's hard to predict... It's hard to predict..." Murong Bo was also stunned and sighed repeatedly. After a long time, he said to Ye Feng: "If you have time, take me to the old man's grave and burn two sticks of incense to show my gratitude."
"I'm going back for the New Year. If you're free, we can go together."
Ye Feng could see that Murong Bo and the lecherous old man were really close friends, and it was really hard for him to accept this fact. What he said at this moment was the truth, not just a casual remark, so he nodded.
Although Murong Bo accepted this fact, he remained silent and sighed since then.
"How are you going to treat me?"
After staring at Ye Feng with a strange look for a long time, Murong Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask him curiously.
The cold pulse she had was brought from her mother's womb. It had four pulse characteristics: slow, weak, knotted and tight. It was the most serious type of cold pulse.
When Ye Feng's grandfather was treating her, he said that it was a miracle that she was born alive!
Although cold pulse is not cancer, it is also a terminal illness; and cancer will not kill people immediately, but will torture people slowly; but once cold pulse relapses, she will die immediately.
So in a sense, her cold pulse is more terrifying than cancer!
She really wanted to know what method Ye Feng was planning to use to cure this terminal illness, Congenital Cold Veins!
"The insertion of the awn needle into the body is a blocking method, which blocks the spread of the cold, so it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."
Ye Feng pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Cold pulse, in the final analysis, is caused by insufficient pulse energy and weak meridians. Therefore, the treatment I want to give you is reshaping! Only by making the meridians strong again can you truly get rid of this problem!"