In the early morning of the next day, Du Lin, Mo Lao, and Mo Lilun were sent back to Mo Lao's villa.

Yesterday was delayed for a day, and Mo Lao's illness and injuries were not treated, and he followed the security department and the mysterious organization for half a night, and the three of them had to rest in the villa for half a day.

Of course, Durin didn't need to rest, and he was standing in front of the window of the villa's guest room, looking at a white van parked outside the courtyard gate. The local license plate, a bit old, all the windows are pasted with mirror reflective film, there is a feeling of wanting to cover up, as if you are afraid that others will not know that the car is full of people watching you......

In the afternoon, as the last silver needle was accurately pierced into Mo Lao's back, one hundred and twenty-eight silver needles looked quite spectacular like two silver snakes intertwined around Mo Lao's vertebrae. The reason why he didn't treat Mo Lao immediately when he came to Mo's house for the first time was because the number of silver needles in the needle box was not enough to perform the "silver snake around the pillar" acupuncture method.

This set of acupuncture is a set of acupuncture techniques created by Du Lin for more than 1,000 years, which crosses and fixes each of the 32 vertebrae of the human body with 4 silver needles, supplemented by special needle movement and twisting needle techniques, which can treat the vast majority of physical lesions such as spinal ectopia, dislocation, and injury, and can even treat spinal nerve injuries such as high paraplegia.

After the injection, it would take another hour to remove the needle, and Durin took advantage of this time to take out the ointment that had been prepared at the clinic.

"Mo Lao, I'm going to apply ointment to you next, but in order to make the ointment better absorbed, I need to dispose of all the scabs on your body, it may hurt a little, you bear with it." ”

"No problem, my old bones are still holding up. ”

Of course, Du Lin wouldn't really directly remove the blood scabs, in that case, Mo Lao's old bones would not be able to hold up no matter what.

He handed the vial of the ointment to Morillon, who was standing by and fighting. Opening the needle box, pressing on the side of the needle box, several small blades of toothpick length popped out of the base of the needle box, and Duhrin chose a suitable one and baked it on the alcohol lamp, wiping it clean with clean gauze and alcohol.

"Wow, what a sharp knife!" the blade shimmered in the sunlight, and Morillon couldn't help but sigh.

Du Lin smiled and didn't speak, his left hand pressed the blood scab with a cotton ball, and his right hand carried the knife like a shuttle, cutting off only a thin layer of each blood scab on the surface, just exposing the tender flesh buds, but the blade did not hurt the flesh buds at all.

The blood scabs that happened to grow at the place where the needles were applied were also cleaned up under Du Lin's skillful hands.

Mo Lao only felt that Du Lin was cleaning up the blood scab through a slight touch of the skin on his back, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, and he couldn't help but feel grateful: obviously he had already said hello and was mentally prepared to endure the pain, but Du Lin was still cautious, for fear of hurting himself, the so-called "doctor's parents' heart", that's it.

After the blood scab was cut off, Durin took the ointment from Morillon's hand and rubbed a thin layer of yellowish ointment that looked like oil and honey on the scabs and ulcers.

"Xiao Du, what are you wiping now?" Mo Lao lay on the bed, with more than a hundred needles stuck in his back, not daring to move, only feeling that Du Lin was smearing a cold oil on his back. As soon as these oily substances touched the poisonous sores on his back and arms, there was a refreshing feeling that hit him, so comfortable that Mo Lao almost screamed, and a trace of coolness penetrated into the body through the ulcerated skin, suppressing the hot burning sensation in the poisonous sores, and the pain like maggots attached to the bone for decades finally disappeared, and Mo Lao was so excited that he actually shed tears.

Mo Lilun saw his grandfather crying, and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, is it too painful?" Brother Du is applying ointment to you, you bear with it. ”

"No, no, no, grandpa doesn't hurt, it's so comfortable, it's so comfortable that I want to cry, it's been 70 years, this kind of fire hurts, it hurts me for 70 years......!

Although Mo Lilun is a little unobtrusive, he is indeed a pure and filial person, otherwise he would not have tried his best to find someone to treat his grandfather, and at this moment, seeing his grandfather's pain alleviated, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Mo Lilun wiped his tears and showed the small bottle he was holding in his hand to Mo Lao, "Grandpa, look, Brother Du wiped this for you, you smell it, it smells very good." ”

Mo Lao Yiyan sniffed hard at the mouth of the bottle, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance entered the brain from the nose and from the brain to the heart, making people feel comfortable all over the body, like a spring breeze.

"As soon as the spring breeze and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world, haha, Xiao Du, and no matter what the effect of the medicine is, this medicinal fragrance alone is better than all the floral fragrances I have smelled. ”

"It is a great honour for me to be so praised by a master of flowers. ”

The ointment is a good ointment, but if Mo Lao knew the ingredients of this ointment, he didn't know how Mo Lao would feel: spotted cockroaches, tarantulas, green lady insects, dew beehives...... Mixing these toxic and even highly toxic Chinese medicine extracts together and rubbing them on the body is not acceptable to everyone.

Of course, the reason why it smelled strange was certainly not because of these poisons, but because this bottle of ointment was filled with a drop of Doolin's blood.

It is precisely because of the existence of this drop of "immortal blood" that a bottle of poison that should have been half dead by touch and would die if drunk has become a good medicine for attacking poison and breaking blood and dispersing stasis.

"Okay, when the time for the more than 100 needles is up, just pull out the needles. Durin washed his hands in the basin on the side.

"Brother Du, what should I do with the ointment, when will it be washed off?" asked Morillen.

"Wash it off?" Du Lin really wanted to tell him the value of this bottle of medicine, but he was afraid that saying it would make Mo Lao feel that he was asking for a high consultation fee in disguise.

"You don't have to wash it off, you can't wash it off, from today onwards, when will these blood scabs fall off naturally, and when will they be wet. If you feel really uncomfortable, rub your body with warm water and avoid the area where the medicine is applied. In addition, it is best to let Mo Lao stay in an air-conditioned room these days, try not to go out, try to minimize sweating, and it is best not to sweat. ”

"Okay, I remember. Mo Lilun was a little speechless, secretly glanced at Mo Lao, and found that Mo Lao had fallen asleep, "That Brother Du, my illness ......"

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Lao, who was lying on the bed, was just closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, and when he heard his grandson say that he was sick or something, he immediately became energetic.

"Oh," Du Lin hurriedly answered, "In order to test how Hong Sanqing's medical skills are, Mo Shao asked Hong Sanqing to see him once, you also know that Hong Sanqing relied on that ghost doctor to treat people, so Mo Shao's yang qi was somewhat damaged, and I am helping him find a way." ”

"Just call him Lilun, what is more, what is less, what is less? Others compliment him with a shy face and agree? I don't know how many pounds and taels I have!" The content of the words was to reprimand his grandson, but from the tone, it could be heard that Mo Lao was in a good mood, after all, this grandson was still filial. "Then please ask Xiao Du to help him take a look. ”

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