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Murong was lying on (chuáng) with a face full of pain, as if his legs were filled with water, and he finally looked forward to the doctor who could treat him, who knew that his temper was so big that he couldn't be cured.

"Hey, Yang Xiaole, why are you so stubborn? It's okay to help, this is also like this with your formula, otherwise my leg can still support it for a few years." ”

Murong moaned constantly, Yang Xiaole didn't have any reaction, he didn't care how much this matter (qíng) would affect his reputation, if he really cared about this, he wouldn't have quarreled with an old man in public at the party.

"Is this your attitude? If you want me to save people, you still have to threaten me, or do you people just sit in a high position and forget to keep your voice down!"

Yang Xiaole is not unsavable, seeing that Hong Yan gave himself a (tào) clothes at the party, it really didn't make him wet (shēn), although he himself can use his spiritual power to steam and dry the clothes, but this meaning is different.

But the person who returns the clothes (qíng) can only be returned if the other party has a good attitude (qíng), and he is not a child who can be scared by a few words at the mercy of others.

"Don't don't, my master is just in a hurry, you can take a look, the old man can't stand this toss, if his leg is really useless, it will be bad." ”

Hong Yanjian (qíng) saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly closed the door to stop Yang Xiaole, who wanted to leave, anyway, he had to leave people behind if he got rid of this face today, and he invited them to the door, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't treat it?

"What, you're going to imprison me (jìn)?"

Yang Xiaole looked at the people blocking the door, his arms ring (xiōng), his face (yīn) was heavy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was unclear, as far as Yang Xiaole looked like this, he could see that Hong Yan was terrified, and he couldn't get out of the way right now and send this Buddha out, but it was his master who was lying inside, and 一 (rì) was the master (shēn) was the father, he couldn't see death without saving it, right?

"You help take a look, you can open whatever conditions you want, as long as I have it, I will do it if it is illegal and criminal!"

Hong Yan knew that Yang Xiaole was a person who didn't eat hard and soft, and he only thought that he couldn't lose, although he didn't deal with this kind of thing very often, but he had seen it.

Gritting his teeth and saying it was a promise on his part, if Yang Xiaole was not satisfied, he really didn't know what to do.

"Okay, deal!" Just when a room full of people were waiting for trial, Yang Xiaole groaned slightly, he felt that Murong and Hong Yan, the background and strength of these two people were helpful to him.

"Just do as you say, count you owe me a person (qíng), this favor, I'll help. ”

Yang Xiaole sat down on the side of the chúáng and pinched his leg twice, one pinch and one depression, which was a sign of edema and stagnant water.

This kind of common sense Murong should also be clear, so Yang Xiaole didn't say much, just said the habit of wormwood (xìng) and the appropriate temperature, and they immediately knew what the problem was, if the water below sixty degrees came to soak wormwood, it would produce a toxin, which would not have much effect, but for this kind of osteoporosis elderly, it was the most unbearable thing.

Yang Xiaole went out with (shēn) with his own silver needle, a small one, hidden in his cuffs, this is also one of his most important secret weapons, ordinary people will only regard it as a cure and save people, and they never thought that such a small thing could kill people.

"You carry a silver needle with a silver needle, a cow (bī) coax, brother. ”

Hong Yan has been staring at Yang Xiaole's technique without blinking, although he knows that this stealing is not good, but it is about his master's legs, so he can't let Yang Xiaole run every time in the future, right?

It was precisely because he observed carefully enough that his gaze almost never took off Yang Xiaole's hands, so he was very surprised that this person could conjure a needle out of thin air.

"But doesn't this needle need to be sterilized?"

Hong Yan looked at Yang Xiaole and pierced the knee joint directly, hesitated for a moment and asked, since the needle can be pierced into the (shēn) body, it must be easy to pierce into the crack of the bone, if it is not disinfected, this (shēn) body is probably another kind of injury, right?

"No, my stuff doesn't need to be sterilized. Also, if you want to see it, just watch it quietly (mī) (mī) on the side, don't talk for a while, it's not annoying. ”

Yang Xiaole didn't look back, but just bowed down slightly, a little closer to Murong's legs, as if he was observing some peerless treasure, with his focused attitude, Hong Yan was a little ashamed.

Hong Yan automatically silenced and didn't speak again, and Mrs. Zhang rubbed her husband's shoulders from time to time to wipe the sweat on her head, looking distressed.

No one in the room spoke, and Yang Xiaole was so silent that even the sound of breathing was faint and inaudible, only Murong could see that he was gasping from time to time, and this job was indeed not easy.

"Alright. ”

Yang Xiaole straightened his waist pole, and because of the long time he was lying down, he could even hear the crackling sound of his bones when he straightened his back.

In fact, it was not just Yang Xiaole himself, except for Murong who was a little too tired now, the other two people heard it and knew it very clearly.

"Is that all? No need for a few more treatments?"

Although Hong Yan wanted to believe it in his heart, his mouth had already asked this sentence before his brain, and he looked at Yang Xiaole with some embarrassment, wanting to take it back, but it was too late.

"Hehe, haven't you heard of it? I have always been effective in treating diseases and saving people, and I will never repeat it a second time, if there is such a situation (qíng), it can only mean that some people do not listen to the doctor's advice. ”

Yang Xiaole sneered at Hong Yan with contempt, his voice was not small, and it was also for Murong to hear, he (shēn) is a senior in the field of Chinese medicine, and he should know more clearly, the words of Chinese medicine must be listened to even more, after all, this is a medicine with three poisons, pure Chinese medicinal materials, and this poison (xìng) is very big.

Old Mr. Murong Hun (shēn) was still dripping in a cold sweat, where could he hear what Yang Xiaole was saying, but he could almost know that it was nothing more than sarcastic words, and he recognized them!

Yang Xiaole left when they were busy, and they didn't let anyone send it, and it was troublesome to send it back and forth, and he didn't bother to say anything to them.

"Hey, it's really people who are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong!"

Yang Xiaole stretched his waist, felt a lot more comfortable, touched the silver needle hidden in the cuff, and used his spiritual power to warm it up, constantly refining the needle to be sharper, even the stagnant water that was extradited from Murong's leg before was also evaporated.

This is also the reason why Yang Xiaole said that his silver needle does not need to be disinfected, it contains his own spiritual power, to ensure that the needle is eliminated, if a little flame or something is gone, who will he cry to?

"Why didn't you say hello when people left, it's so troublesome, and you haven't been paid yet!"

When Mrs. Zhang reacted, Yang Xiaole himself began to snore when he went to the big (chuáng) that had fallen on Fushou Street, and Hong Yan also realized it later, he was all about studying his master's legs, and he really didn't realize when Yang Xiaole left without noticing it for a while.

"Next time I meet him and thank him in person, this time it does (tǐng) trouble him. ”

Hong Yanan caressed his master, he knew that his master valued people (qíng) the most, and he didn't like to owe people things, this time they owed Yang Xiaole once.

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