Uncle Nine's situation is a little bad.

Fortunately, the old guy of Qianshou Medicine didn't know how to come to Yizhuang.

Now without further ado, the three of them hurriedly moved to send Uncle Nine to the room.

The thousand-hand medicine is the pulse of the ninth uncle.

Then check Uncle Nine's injuries.

As for Uncle Nine, he has fallen into a coma.

After about a few minutes, Thousand Hands Medicine let go of his hand.

Then he took out a silver needle and "stabbed it around" on Uncle Jiu's body for a while.

said that he was dredging the meridians for Uncle Nine or something.

Nanchen didn't know how to use medicine, so he could only be anxious on the side.

But the expression of this thousand hand medicine is very ugly, and the brows are sad.

After about half an hour, he withdrew the silver needle.

No, not to mention, this Thousand Hands Medicine is indeed a master of medicine.

After a few stitches, Uncle Nine's breathing was indeed a lot smoother.

The restless Xuan Qi in the body was suppressed.

It can be seen from this that the medical attainments of this thousand hand medicines are high......

But Qianshou Medicine still took a deep breath.

Then he said to Nanchen and the others:

"Lin Daochang is seriously injured!

It involves the internal organs.

Moreover, he should have a stubborn illness in him.

Damaged muscles and veins.

The old man is just using the method of pricking the acupoint with silver needles to make Lin Daochang's breath stable.

Unblock the meridians.

Behind, hey......"

Speaking of which, Nanchen and the others didn't look very good-looking.

Qiu Sheng was anxious, and hurriedly asked:

"Thousand-armed Divine Doctor, how is my master?

If you want any medicine, I'll go to the pharmacy and catch it!"

The Thousand Hands Medicine was not in the ink, and then said:

"Okay, I'll prescribe a few pills first.

Whether it can get better or not depends on Lin Daochang's creation!"

After speaking, Qianshou Medicine asked for paper and pen.

Then the prescription was written.

Qiusheng picked up the prescription and volunteered.

Quickly, I went to the town pharmacy to get medicine.

But before leaving, Nanchen reminded Qiusheng a few words.

After all, there are youkai in the town, so you still have to let Qiusheng be careful.

Qiusheng people are smart and have Taoism.

There will be no ambiguity in major matters, and Nanchen can be trusted.

After Qiusheng left, the Thousand Hand Medicine walked towards Nanchen with a smile.

changed the sad expression just now, and said to Nanchen:

"Nanchen Gongzi, your body should be fine, right?"

As soon as his words fell, Wen Cai next to him shouted:

"By the way, junior brother, the thousand-handed divine doctor is coming to our Yizhuang.

It's to see if your injuries heal. ”

Hearing this, Nanchen nodded:

"Oh, thanks to the Thousand-Hand Divine Doctor, my injuries are healed. ”

After speaking, he also hugged his fist at the Thousand Hands Medicine.

But the next moment, the thousand hand medicine touched his beard.

Then he said:

"That Nanchen Gongzi, have you forgotten our previous agreement?"

Conventions?

Nanchen was stunned.

What was the agreement? He had forgotten it.

So he asked suspiciously:

"Thousand-armed Divine Doctor, what agreement?"

As a result, as soon as these words fell, the expression of the thousand hand medicine sank, revealing a trace of displeasure.

"Nanchen Gongzi, do you want to regret it?

At the beginning, you could have promised the old man that after you recovered from your injury, you would give the old man a bowl of blood and do research. ”

As soon as he heard this, Nanchen suddenly remembered.

It does.

Before being in Renfu, Nanchen was seriously injured.

This thousand hand medicine found that Nanchen's recovery power was amazing, so he proposed to do research with a bowl of blood after curing him.

Nanchen did agree before.

Now people come to the door in the morning, and their bodies have indeed recovered.

Therefore, there is no need to break your promise.

Nanchen suddenly realized:

"Thousand-armed Divine Doctor Mo is angry, too many things have happened in the past few days.

I really didn't remember it just now.

Okay, I'm going to find a bowl right now and make good on my promise......"

When Qianshou Yao heard this, he was overjoyed.

Immediately:

"No, no, no, I'm ready here. ”

After speaking, the thousand hand medicine came directly from his portable medicine box.

I took out a very large Western-style needle tube.

The needle was half a finger long.

Then he said with a smile:

"Let's use this Western-style needle of the old man!

Only three tubes are needed, and it is enough for a bowl of blood. ”

In his tone, the old guy actually carried a trace of excitement and excitement.

In his eyes, there was even more longing.

In his previous life, Nanchen was used to seeing all kinds of needles.

But it's the first time I've seen such a large one.

This kind of capacity is probably a shot for elephants.

I couldn't help but feel a chill, but I was soon relieved.

Someone saved their own life, but it was just three tubes of blood, and it wasn't fatal.

What's more, they saved Uncle Nine just now.

At the same time, his blood was used for medical research.

This is a good deed.

Therefore, Nanchen did not hesitate, lifted his sleeves and said:

"Thousand-armed Divine Doctor, you smoke it!"

Nanchen spoke without hesitation, and sat down on the chair, placing his hand on the table.

Wen Cai should have seen this kind of Western-style needle for the first time, and he was a little frightened.

His appearance was even more nervous than Nanchen.

Seeing that this thousand hand medicine was holding such a thick needle, he still had to use this thing to zha Nanchen.

He said with some palpitations:

"Thousand-armed divine doctor, does this thing hurt when it is pierced on the body?"

Yu Jiqian said with a smile:

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'm fast!"

After speaking, a needle pierced into the blood vessels at Nanchen's biceps.

As the syringe is lifted up.

Blood continued to flow down the needle into the needle.

Nanchen doesn't have much psychological burden, and when he was injected and hung in his previous life, he was not less pricked.

For the needle to draw blood, it feels like that.

However, Wen Cai's heart was cold.

After all, this method of bloodletting with a needle.

Now, it's not in his cognitive range, and he's a little afraid.

When it came to the thousand hand medicine, I watched Nanchen's hot blood being drawn.

I was so excited that my hands were shaking.

Breathing, too, a little shorter.

The expression is also a little weird.

Nanchen saw that he was not in a good state, so he opened his mouth and shouted:

"Thousand-armed divine doctor, thousand-armed divine doctor......"

It took two shouts in a row for the old guy to react.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, the old man is distracted.

Soon, there were two more tubes of blood. ”

With that, pull out the needle.

With the other hand, he took out the gauze and asked Wen Cai next to him to hold it down.

At the same time, in his medicine box.

Took out a black bamboo tube and drew the blood.

It's all poured into a black bamboo tube.

Then, pick up the syringe again, and it will not be poisoned.

Again, it pierced into the veins of Nanchen's arm.

Again, draw Nanchen's blood.

Wen Cai saw that there was so much blood drawn out of this large needle, and he felt that there was more than half a bowl of blood in one needle.

But this thousand hand medicine, insisting on pumping three tubes.

Seeing that Nanchen's face had become a little pale, Wen Cai said on the side:

"Thousand-armed divine doctor, my junior brother's face is pale.

I don't think it's going to smoke!"

And this thousand hand medicine pulled out the second tube of blood that was drawn, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, Nanchen Gongzi is physically strong.

Besides, Nanchen Gongzi has already promised the old man, right?"

After speaking, he looked at Nanchen.

Nanchen did agree to others, and they did save him and Uncle Nine.

He can still see the three tubes of blood, which can be regarded as repaying the favor.

So nodding:

"Second Senior Brother, I'm fine.

Thousand-armed Divine Doctor, you go on!"

The Thousand Hand Medicine injects a second tube of blood into a black bamboo tube.

Then he was a little excited, and began to draw Nanchen's third tube of blood......