Zhao Minghui called the maid in the house and moved Mrs. Zhao off the sofa and put her back in the wheelchair.

Zhao Minghui pushed the wheelchair and pushed Mrs. Zhao to the center of the living room, for fear that something would prevent Ye Cheng from diagnosing Mrs. Zhao's condition.

Ye Cheng walked over, squatted down, reached out and began to grope on Mrs. Zhao's lap.

Mrs. Zhao's legs did not move for a long time, which caused her calf muscles to shrink a little, but fortunately, she invited a masseur every day to massage her legs to relax her muscles and invigorate her blood, so that her legs would not shrink to a very serious point.

Ye Cheng touched the bones of Mrs. Zhao's legs, from the ankles to the knees, and after asking for some more instructions, he pressed her hip bones.

"Your bones are intact, and there is no problem. Ye Cheng said.

"It seems that you really have two strokes and can tell the cause of my disease, and there is no bone cause. ”

Mrs. Zhao said, but listening to this tone, it seemed to be mocking.

"Next, I'll press your acupuncture points, and if you feel something, you tell me. Ye Cheng said flatly, and his face did not change for Mrs. Zhao's words.

After speaking, Ye Cheng stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mrs. Zhao's acupuncture points, and his fingers released the internal force and injected them into Mrs. Zhao's acupoints.

"Don't feel it yet?" Ye Cheng asked, he had already tried all the acupuncture points below the knee, and along all the meridians, the internal force was injected along the line.

"Nope. Mrs. Zhao said very blandly.

"As long as you feel something, you feel touched, you tell me. Ye Cheng admonished again.

Seeing him so serious, Mrs. Zhao exhaled, then tilted her head and said, "You go on, if I really feel it, I will tell you." ”

Ye Cheng's eyes glanced at Mrs. Zhao's change, and then continued on his legs, using internal force to point at various acupuncture points.

Ye Cheng groped for every acupuncture point very carefully, and his appearance was extraordinarily serious.

"I feel it!"

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhao immediately said.

After saying this, Zhao Minghui was extremely excited, thinking that her mother's illness had improved.

"Really!" Zhao Minghui also squatted down, grabbed Mrs. Zhao's hand and said.

"Don't be happy, there's nothing to be happy about. Ye Cheng said lightly, and this sentence was like a basin of cold water poured on Zhao Minghui's body.

I saw Ye Cheng's hand in the middle of Mrs. Zhao's thigh and said, "It's not good to have a reaction, I just want to explore where Mrs. Zhao's illness started." ”

Zhao Minghui's smile gradually faded, and she continued to watch Ye Cheng rub Mrs. Zhao's legs.

"Then according to you, is there any salvation?" asked Mrs. Zhao.

"Yes. But I need to get rid of the toxins first. ”

"Poison?"

Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Minghui were shocked at the same time, in the past, when they went to the doctor, no doctor said that Mrs. Zhao's legs could not stand up because of the toxin.

"What poison is it? Why don't I know?"

Mrs. Zhao looked a little excited, she thought that letting a junior take a look at it casually should be for Zhao Minghui to examine her future boyfriend, but she didn't expect to hear such news.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Zhao Minghui continued to ask with some disbelief.

"Who could it be......" Mrs. Zhao whispered, looking a little panicked.

"All down!" Mrs. Zhao said sharply, staring at the two servants beside her. "Don't go out and talk nonsense, or you'll shut your mouth!"

The two servants were a little nervous, nodded hurriedly, and then withdrew from the house, and at this time, only the three of them were left in the house.

"Can you really be cured?"

Hearing Mrs. Zhao's question, Ye Cheng nodded and said lightly, "It can be cured." ”

"Help me, I have a lot of rewards, and I will agree to you and Minghui's affairs. But one thing, can't tell anyone, what happened today!"

"What are you talking about!" Zhao Minghui was red at this time, and she was ashamed to listen to Mrs. Zhao's words.

"Daughter, sooner or later you have to get married, and I am also for your good, this young man is not bad, he has two sons. ”

"Mom!" Zhao Minghui said angrily again, she couldn't explain clearly, and she was very nervous at this time.

"Mrs. Zhao, I'm afraid you misunderstood, let's treat the disease first. Ye Cheng said lightly, as if he was not affected by Mrs. Zhao's words.

"Good!"

Ye Cheng took out a pack of silver needles from his pocket, then took out one, stabbed it into Mrs. Zhao's calf, and twisted it gently.

"By the way, when did Mrs. Zhao realize that there was a problem with her legs?"

Ye Cheng said while doing acupuncture, wanting to get more information and treat Mrs. Zhao.

"About ten years ago, at that time, I always felt numb in my legs, and after a week, these two legs could no longer move, and I always felt that it was God's punishment for me, which made me busy with work and neglected to love my children!"

As Mrs. Zhao spoke, tears flowed from her eyes.

"Mom, don't cry, we're all fine, if you weren't working so hard, how would we have a good life now!" Zhao Minghui also cried, hugged Mrs. Zhao and said.

Ye Cheng sighed, a woman in her heart, she is really a sensual creature.

With Ye Cheng's technique, Mrs. Zhao's legs were already pierced with silver needles.

"Mrs. Zhao, offended. Ye Cheng said lightly, and then regardless of Mrs. Zhao's answer, Ye Cheng directly rolled up Mrs. Zhao's trouser legs.

Ye Cheng took out a small knife from the package again, there was no tip of the knife, the blade was sharp, flashing silver.

Ye Cheng knew that Mrs. Zhao was unconscious, so he didn't even need to take anesthetics.

Ye Cheng moved two more stools, put Mrs. Zhao's feet on them, and then used a knife to cut Mrs. Zhao's ankles.

Suddenly, some crimson blood flowed from both ankles, accompanied by a faint fishy smell.

"I've used silver needles to get toxins into one place, and now it's the quickest way to detoxify. Ye Cheng said.

Zhao Minghui and Mrs. Zhao both looked at it blankly, although they didn't know how Ye Cheng did it, but it didn't hurt to be able to eliminate this kind of blood.

"The toxins have not been eliminated, so I still need to take Chinese medicine for a while. Ye Cheng continued.

"What kind of poison is this?" said Madame Zhao, staring at the dripping dark blood.

The blood dripped on the floor, as if it were red roses, and there was something weird.

"It's been too long for you to know, but you'd better think about it, poison comes from the mouth, ten years ago...... Forget it, something that has been going on for so long, you shouldn't remember. Ye Cheng shook his head and said.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Mrs. Zhao's eyes.

She has indeed forgotten now, but she has a habit of taking notes, and she will remember clearly what she did and where she went every day.

Just check those diaries later, and it will be clear at a glance, if you go out, who you meet, what you eat, if you are at home, it is better to say, there are only a few people in the family.