Yang Xu had tears in his eyes, this man who had experienced the baptism of swords, guns and bullets was really panicked at this time, in the face of life and death, no matter how strong you were, you would feel helpless.

"Mr. Mo, my grandfather him. Having said this, Yang Xu didn't dare to say any more.

"I'm half sure. Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Xu, pondered for a moment, and gave him a conservative answer.

"Cut, what a big breath!" Hearing this, Xiao Lao glanced at Mo Xiaosheng, his tone was very displeased, and said coldly: "I want to see how you are half sure!"

He was on fire in his heart, because Mo Xiaosheng's words were not only contemptuous of his medical skills, but also contempt for the entire medical community! A problem that all the elites of the entire medical community could not overcome, you were just a junior who dared to make such wild remarks!

"Don't worry, old man, if you don't consider other symptoms, according to the degree of fibrosis in Yang Lao's lungs now, if it can be effectively contained, it can still survive completely, right?"

Mo Xiaosheng could see that Xiao Lao in front of him was a temperamental person, and he was also the kind of old man who loved Chinese medicine, he thought about it carefully, and then paced to Xiao Lao and said.

"Nonsense!" Xiao Lao glanced at Mo Xiaosheng with a foolish look, "If there is a way to curb it, then there won't be so many deaths every year." ”

"Don't be angry, old man, please listen to me first, Chinese medicine is broad and profound, boundless, and many problems that cannot be overcome in Western medicine, we can do it in Chinese medicine, don't you deny this?" Mo Xiaosheng smiled slightly.

"You're right!"

When Xiao Lao heard Mo Xiaosheng compliment Chinese medicine, he couldn't help but straighten his chest, quite proud, and then sighed, and said with a lonely expression: "It's just that the things of the ancestors have been passed on to us, and there is not much left, so we are ashamed of our ancestors!"

"Old man, I have a recipe here, how about you help me inspect it?" Mo Xiaosheng took a pen and paper and wrote a recipe, handed it to Xiao Lao, and asked, "Do you always see if this can work?"

Xiao Lao frowned and glanced at the prescription in his hand, then his face changed, he looked up at Mo Xiaosheng, and said with a shocked expression: "Young man, who did you learn from?"

"This ...... It's not convenient to reveal, but it's definitely a master. Mo Xiaosheng smiled mysteriously, naturally it was impossible to tell Xiao the truth.

Xiao Lao looked at the prescription in his hand and was quite shocked, he didn't expect it to be from a young man.

For Yang Lao's symptoms, traditional Chinese medicine can be classified as the disease of hanging drinking, generally using ten jujube soup based on the formula, according to the specific condition of the patient, but Mo Xiaosheng's prescription has a unique way, prescribing a prescription similar to Xiaoqinglong soup, but it is not all Xiaoqinglong soup, and several of the medicinal materials are quite different.

Theoretically, if you take this prescription, you can effectively curb pulmonary fibrosis and even improve your physical condition, but you still need to know how effective it is.

"Little sir, your prescription is indeed another old man, but you can give it a try. ”

Xiao Lao was quite shocked after seeing Mo Xiaosheng's prescription, and he also had a new understanding of Mo Xiaosheng's medical skills, so when he spoke, he unconsciously changed the name of Mo Xiaosheng, and felt a little admiration in his heart.

"Really, so grandpa is saved!"

Yang Xu was overjoyed when he heard this, and when he heard that his grandfather was saved, he was indescribably excited.

He looked at Mo Xiaosheng's eyes, full of gratitude, and swore and promised: "Mr. Mo, don't worry, if you cure my grandfather's illness, even if the Yang family gives everything he has, it will ......."

"No, you've already paid for the consultation. Mo Xiaosheng waved his hand at him and said,

"When did I pay for the consultation?" Yang Xu couldn't help but exclaim when he heard this, he had never given money to Mo Xiaosheng.

"When I was in the health center. Mo Xiaosheng looked at him and said, "I should have asked you, what can you do, what you said you could do for me is to block that shot for me." That's what you pay for. ”

"But. Yang Xu wanted to speak, but was pulled by Wei Xue, "Since he said that he has paid it, then it will be regarded as paid." ”

"Little sir, although the fibrosis of the lungs can be controlled now, the stubborn disease caused by the old injury of Yang Lao's lungs is also extremely fatal. Xiao Lao thought about it for a while, he was only happy just now, and he forgot about this stubble, this disease is not curable, and Yang Lao is also not saved.

"I've heard this from Elder Liang a long time ago, this is easy to do. ”

Mo Xiaosheng smiled, then walked to Yang Lao's side, pulled out the silver needle coefficient on his body, and then took out his needle bag, twisted a silver needle, rubbed it carefully, and gently pierced Yang Lao's body.

I saw that after the silver needle was pierced, the tail was always trembling slightly.

After a series of more than a dozen stitches, Mo Xiaosheng breathed a sigh of relief, don't look at these dozen stitches seem to be easy, but they are quite consuming. Moreover, in each injection, Mo Xiaosheng introduced a trace of Aoki's breath, so as to better treat Lei Lao.

"Taiyi Divine Needle?!"

Xiao Lao's eyes widened suddenly, and he said incredulously. The Taiyi Divine Needle used by Mo Xiaosheng is very different from the Taiyi Divine Needle that is now circulating, and what is circulating on the street now is a gimmick to fool people, and this set of needles made by Mo Xiaosheng is the authentic Taiyi Divine Needle. Xiao Lao had seen it in an ancient medical book.

The difficulty of this set of acupuncture lies in the control of the acupuncture method and the depth of the needle, the slightest carelessness will be counterproductive, and may even hurt people's lives, so it gradually disappeared, and later evolved into the current simple moxibustion.

After Mo Xiaosheng's acupuncture method was applied, Yang Lao's cough disappeared suddenly, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his face gradually became ruddy.

Xiao Lao's heart shook when he saw it, and he glanced at the King of Ginseng in his hand, and a layer of tears couldn't help but well-up in his two cloudy eyes!

I saw him respectfully retreat to the side, fold his hands, bow deeply to Mo Xiaosheng, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Gaocai, please bow to the old man!"

Traditional Chinese medicine is a profession regardless of age and qualifications, in his opinion, he does not worship Mo Xiaosheng, he worships the hope of Chinese medicine, and worships the backbone of the future of Chinese medicine!

After a while, Yang Lao woke up leisurely, and the hotness and pain in his chest were all gone, but there was a kind of coolness and comfort.

Seeing the people around him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and then looked at the silver needle on his chest, and immediately reacted to what was going on, specifying that his ** illness had committed it again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My old bones, I'm afraid I won't be able to last a few days." ”

"Elder Yang, you can not only survive, but also prolong your life. Mo Xiaosheng looked at him and said with a smile.

"You are?"

When Yang Lao saw Mo Xiaosheng, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Grandpa, this is the ink doctor who saved you. Yang Xu's voice was choked, and when he saw his grandfather wake up, he was extremely excited, and he had a little trouble speaking.

"It turns out that you are the Xiaomo that Lao Liang said, and you are really a talent!" Yang Lao said with a smile.

"Mr. Mo, is my grandfather's illness cured now?" Yang Xu couldn't help but ask eagerly.

"Not yet, it can only be said that it has been temporarily controlled, but as long as Grandpa Yang insists on taking medicine according to the prescription I prescribed, he can completely suppress the fibrosis in the lungs in less than ten days. Mo Xiaosheng said.

"Xiaomo, do you mean what you say?, I'll be able to drink by then?!"

Yang Lao's eyes lit up, he hadn't understood just now, thinking that Mo Xiaosheng had just woken him up this time, but now listening to Mo Xiaosheng and Yang Xu's words, he learned that Mo Xiaosheng could cure his illness, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Grandpa!"

Yang Xu shook his head a little helplessly and smiled bitterly, this old man, he really has nothing to do with him.

Because Xiao Lao and the nurses of the sanatorium were there, there was nothing to do with Mo Xiaosheng next, so he took his leave, and Yang Xu personally sent him back to the health center, and he left after a thousand thanks.