Murong Bo and Sun Zhihe glanced at each other, their eyes full of disbelief. Their eyes wandered over Wang Xiaoyong, shocked and uncertain.

Traditional Chinese medicine is not like other disciplines, which must go through the precipitation of time to be able to achieve something, and Wang Xiaoyong is young and does not look like a person with superb medical skills.

"Lao Wang, are you fooling us?" Sun Zhihe stood up and said.

Murong Bo also nodded, having the same question.

Wang Yangming laughed, as if he had expected the reaction of the two: "You two old guys just look at it! Dr. Wang's medical skills are only higher than ours. ”

Listening to Wang Yangming's unsparing praise, Murong Bo's face softened a little, after so many years, he is still very clear about Wang Yangming's character, and he is definitely not a person who talks about it, that is to say, Wang Xiaoyong must have some outstanding ability! Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to let Wang Yangming take such a fancy to him.

"I don't know where Xiaoyou is taught?" asked Sun Zhihe.

Wang Xiaoyong raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant: "I am just a country man, self-taught, and have no teacher. ”

Everything he has comes from the inheritance of the Medicine King, if he is a master, he can only be the Medicine King, but this is his biggest secret, and he will never say it.

However, Murong Bo and Sun Zhihe obviously didn't believe it, it was extremely difficult to get started with Chinese medicine, and if there was no master's guidance, it would be almost impossible to achieve high results, and the two just shook their heads, thinking that Wang Xiaoyong was not willing to divulge his teacher's inheritance.

"Okay, you two old guys, don't embarrass the juniors, just watch it carefully! Let's go in!" Wang Yangming came out to play a round.

Yi Lei's eyes also changed a little, Wang Yangming's maintenance of Wang Xiaoyong was in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look forward to him a little, saying no, he could really cure Song Lao's illness.

"Three gentlemen, please inside, my father has been waiting for a long time!" Yilei quickly regained his majesty and invited the three of them in.

"I really don't know why Wang Yangming is so optimistic about you, don't let him down......" Murong Bo entered the room and glanced back at Wang Xiaoyong.

Wang Xiaoyong smiled, his face was calm, and he was unmoved: "Thank you Mr. Murong for reminding me, the juniors should do their best!"

The time was almost up, and Wang Xiaoyong walked into the old house.

Wang Yangming and the three of them guarded the left and right, and the senior leaders of the Yi family were also nervously guarding the left and right. Everyone's eyes were on Wang Xiaoyong.

If ordinary people were stared at like this, they might have soft legs and palpitations, but Wang Xiaoyong seemed to be unable to see it, and walked indifferently in front of Song Lao.

Song Lao was obviously in good shape, his face was ruddy, and he said kindly: "Xiao Yong, if it's okay, let's start now!"

"Hmm!" Wang Xiaoyong nodded and took out the medicine king needle.

He could feel the breath in Song Lao's body, and after one of his treatments, the breath had stabilized a lot, the yang qi had grown, and the yin and cold had faded a lot.

"Grandpa, bear with it! It might hurt a little this time!" Wang Xiaoyong reminded.

Song Lao waved his hand: "Old man, I'm not even afraid of the little devil's bayonet, and I'm afraid of a few embroidery needles from you, come on!"

"I really don't believe that this hairy boy can cure Song Lao's illness!" Murong Bo muttered in a low voice.

Wang Yangming looked at him and showed a meaningful smile: "Old man Murong, why don't we make a bet?"

Murong Bo became interested, "What to bet on!

"Let's bet on whether Wang Xiaoyong can cure Song Lao, if not, I will give you my treasured "Thousand Golden Prescriptions", if you lose, then how about giving me the basic ancient medical books at home?" Wang Yangming showed a sly smile.

Murong Bo fell into thought, his eyes wandered on Wang Xiaoyong, as if he had made up his mind: "Bet, bet, I'm still afraid of you?"

Sun Zhihe shook his head when he saw it, Murong Bo was too impulsive, how could he be the opponent of Wang Yangming's old fox.

"Do you want to come with Brother Zhihe?" Wang Yangming said.

Sun Zhihe smiled bitterly: "I'm just so little bit of money, I can't afford to gamble, I can't afford to gamble ......"

Wang Yangming saw that Sun Zhihe was not in the trap, so he could only give up, and originally wanted to pit a few more.

Wang Xiaoyong's methods are very clear to him, when he was on the West Mountain, he saw Wang Xiaoyong make a move with his own eyes. In other words, Murong Bo is doomed!

Song Lao took off his shirt himself, revealing his scarred but still upright upper body.

Wang Xiaoyong's eyes flashed, a golden needle was clamped in his hand, his movements were ethereal and agile, flowing clouds and water, and the sky was falling.

Nine tiny golden needles seemed to come to life in his hands, and landed on the acupuncture points behind Song Lao.

"Hiss......" Song Lao was in pain and couldn't help but snort.

The mood of the Yi family on the side is also extremely dignified, although they usually have their own fights, but Song Lao's illness is always concerned about their hearts.

After all, the entire Yi family relies on the majesty of Song Lao to exist.

"Good means!" Sun Zhihe's eyes flashed, as if he had seen some treasure.

Wang Yangming was there, and he seemed to have expected it: "What's this, this kid is a person who can do a complete set of nine needles." ”

"Nine needles?" Murong Bo showed a look of surprise.

Although the three of them have all become the holy hands of traditional Chinese medicine, they have their own strengths, Murong Bo is best at acupuncture, but even if it is him, the joy of nine needles can only do the eighth needle, suddenly listening to Wang Yangming talk about it, how can he not be shocked.

"What a lie to you. Wang Yangming said.

Murong Bo looked at Wang Xiaoyong, then saw Wang Yangming, and thought of something: "Old man Wang, you cheat me!"

He instantly thought of Wang Yangming's gamble, and realized that he had been cheated on the spot.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, I didn't coerce you, and it's just now, you still have a chance to win!" Wang Yangming opened his mouth and said with relief.

Murong Bo snorted coldly, don't look over.

……

Wang Xiaoyong's hand moved quickly, and the internal force sank into Song Lao's body along the golden needle, expelling the cold qi in his body!

Nine times, Wang Xiaoyong's face was pale, and the sweat of Douzhu ran down his cheeks.

"Shhh

"It's done!" Wang Xiaoyong suddenly spoke, quickly closing the needle.

The body couldn't help but take two steps back.

Sure enough, with his current level of internal strength, it was still too reluctant to do this kind of treatment. Wang Xiaoyong thought to himself.

"Mr. Wang, are you okay......" Yi Bing hurriedly looked over and helped Wang Xiaoyong.

Wang Xiaoyong fell into a soft fragrance and tried to open his eyes: "It's okay, just take a rest!"

Although he has been cultivating his internal strength in the past few days, the growth of his internal force is not an overnight thing, and this time he was treated, his condition was even worse than last time, the internal force in his body was almost exhausted, and his spirit was consumed a lot.

However, as long as Song Lao is okay, his efforts are worth it.

Song Lao got up from the bed, his face was radiant, as if he was ten years younger all of a sudden: "The old man feels that I can live for another ten years." ”

"Father, what are you talking nonsense, I think you have to live for at least another twenty years!" Yidao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Elder Song's appearance.

I didn't expect this kid to be really capable.

Yi Bing was also shocked by Song Lao's state, and helped Wang Xiaoyong, his beautiful eyes were full of surprise, this person is really hidden, no wonder grandpa values him so much.

"Grandpa, fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life. Wang Xiaoyong cultivated and recovered his strength, although Yi Bing was very comfortable in his arms, he still stood up by himself and congratulated Song Lao.

Song Lao laughed, seeing that Wang Xiaoyong's state was not very good, he waved his hand: "Xiaoyong, you go to rest first! ”

"Bingbing, you send Xiaoyong back!"

Yi Bing was stunned for a moment, and then took Wang Xiaoyong's arm and walked out of Songlao's room.

Song Lao looked at the back of the two leaving, and nodded secretly, Yi Bing is his best granddaughter, if he can match the two of them......

When Wang Xiaoyong woke up, it was already afternoon.

"Oh, Wang Xiaoyou, are you awake?" Wang Yangming leaned over and said with concern.

Not only Wang Yangming, but also Murong Bo and Sun Zhihe were also present.

Wang Xiaoyong didn't know why, and scratched his head: "What are the three seniors doing?"

Murong Bo and Sun Zhihe didn't speak, and they seemed a little embarrassed.

Wang Yangming directly exposed the old bottom of the two: "The two of them were just stunned by your performance just now, and they wanted to ask you, but they couldn't pull their faces down......"

"Wang Yangming, shut up!" Murong Bo interrupted him directly.

He has a good face in his life, and he was exposed by Wang Yangming, how can he endure it.

Sun Zhihe smiled awkwardly, but his eager gaze fell on Wang Xiaoyong.

They have long known about Song Lao's illness, for so many years, they have tried countless methods, but they have not cured the symptoms, they can't imagine that Wang Xiaoyong's clean and neat medicine will cure the disease, and the three of them all regard medicine as their faith, so they have been guarding Wang Xiaoyong to wake up.

Wang Xiaoyong knew the reason and smiled: "The younger generation is only a shallow learner, so how can I give advice? It's just to exchange ideas with the three seniors." ”

"Yes, yes, exchange ideas! Wang Yangming, you don't look at your age, you are not as good as a descendant!" Murong Bo hurriedly spoke, and scolded Wang Yangming by the way.

Wang Xiaoyong smiled, and said that the holy hand of the national doctor is probably the heart of the three people, and they can reach the current height.

The three of them communicated with Wang Xiaoyong for a long time, and when they knew that the sun was setting, the three of them reluctantly left.

"Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years!" Walking out of Wang Xiaoyong's room, Sun Zhihe was a little unsatisfied, and he hated to see each other late.

Murong Bo rarely refutated: "I finally believe that there are geniuses in the world now." ”

From Wang Xiaoyong, they have learned a lot of knowledge, as long as they can digest it, their medical skills will inevitably go to the next level.

"If it weren't for Wang Xiaoyou's unwellness, I would have discussed with him for three days and three nights. Murong Bo said.

Wang Xiaoyong was deaf and clear-sighted, and he could hear the discussion of the three of them outside the house, but he just laughed.

His knowledge comes from the inheritance of the King of Medicine, and it is not a matter of minutes to crush the three of them! He has not gained nothing from the discussion in the afternoon, and Wang Yangming and the three of them have not swept away their own treasures, and they have taught their own medical Taoist experience with decades of medical experience, and these are exactly what Wang Xiaoyong needs most.

There was a sound of a car motor outside the house, and it should be the Yi family who sent Wang Yangming and the three of them away.

Wang Xiaoyong glanced outside, it was already dark, and he couldn't help but feel tired for a while, and fell asleep again.

On the second day, Yijia specially arranged someone to wait for Wang Xiaoyong to get up, Wang Xiaoyong didn't like it very much, so he still did it himself.

At the breakfast table, Song Lao was radiant, and his voice was much louder.

He looked at Wang Xiaoyong's gaze becoming softer and more affectionate: "Xiaoyong, didn't you say last time that grandpa's illness would take half a year to be cured?

The eyes of the Yi family converged.

Wang Xiaoyong shook his head gently: "Grandpa, the cold in your body has been almost expelled after these two acupuncture sessions, and the next step is to consolidate the foundation and restore the original eroded body, I will prescribe a prescription for you, take it on time, and within half a year, the medicine will definitely be eliminated." ”

"Well, young people always have their own ideas, all right. Song Lao sighed, Wang Xiaoyong's meaning was obvious, even if he refused, he was not easy to force.