Rao is ink ke's cultivation has stepped into the foundation building realm level, but he doesn't know that Zhou Yixing has long lost his hatred for the ink ke, but he is extremely curious about the ink ke, can use a piece of jewelry to stabilize Huang Lao's secret injury, what kind of means is this, all this makes Zhou Yixun, who is a doctor, extremely curious.

If you can see one or two from the process of Moke's treatment of Huang Lao, it may be of great help to her medical skills, as a doctor, it is their duty to treat patients, and it is their pursuit to improve their medical skills.

If the inkman knew all this, I don't know if he would regret it.

"I can't be disturbed by my treatment, no matter what questions you have, you have to wait until my treatment is done and then ask me. The inker looked at Zhou Yixun and said solemnly.

Although he promised to let Zhou Yixing watch from the sidelines, he still said some things in advance and gave Zhou Yixing a preventive injection, after all, his treatment method is not like a doctor at all.

"Don't worry, as a professional doctor, I know this truth better than you. Zhou Yijing pursed her lips.

Seeing Zhou Yixing's disapproving appearance, the ink man couldn't help but smile bitterly, he almost forgot that Zhou Yixing was a genuine doctor, he was just a fake. A lot of medical knowledge, Zhou Yixing knows better than him.

"Brother Huang, I'm going to prepare for treatment, but the treatment process is more fortunate, I will show that I will let the coma pass first to reduce the pain. The inkman looked at Huang Lao on the side and spoke.

"Brother Mo, you can rest assured that you can be treated. Huang Lao nodded slightly.

Immediately, the spiritual power in Mo Ke's body flowed into Huang Lao's body, and the next moment, Huang Lao's body went soft and fell on the bed beside him.

"Huh"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yixing seriously flashed a gleam, although traditional Chinese medicine also has anesthesia techniques, using some anesthesia powder or acupuncture, can achieve the effect of anesthesia, but whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, it is impossible to anesthetize a person instantly. After all, even if it is an anesthetic, it has to be circulated in the human body before a person can be anesthetized.

And the ink artist just put his hands on Huang Lao's body, and even let Huang Lao fall asleep, what kind of means is this?

"This is internal force?" Zhou Yixing said secretly in his heart.

In the past, she felt that the internal force was all deceitful, and there were too many charlatans who used internal force to deceive people, but after meeting the ink again, she found that the internal force was not necessarily fake. The things that have been handed down by our ancestors for countless years, if they are true or fake, cannot be passed down forever.

After the ink artist put Huang Lao away, the spiritual power in his body flowed, pouring into Huang Lao's body, wrapping the shrapnel in Huang Lao's body, and moving carefully, this is a meticulous job, not only the speed of movement is extremely slow, but also in the process of avoiding some important blood vessels and meridians. so as not to cause secondary damage to Huang Lao's body.

However, even if the ink artist is very careful, it still can't avoid causing some damage to Huang Lao's body, and in the process of moving the shrapnel, he also uses spiritual power to repair those injured tissues.

This process is undoubtedly even slower, if the ink artist himself is injured, he can use spiritual power to directly force the shrapnel out of the body, but Huang Lao's body is obviously not as strong as a martial artist, if he really does this, Huang Lao is not far from death.

The spiritual power in Mo Ke's body was rapidly consumed, and this kind of treatment lasted for five or six minutes, and the skin on Huang Lao's chest squirmed for a while, and then a somewhat glowing shrapnel squeezed out of Huang Lao's body like squeezing toothpaste.

"It really worked. Looking at the shrapnel on Huang Lao's chest, Zhou Yixing's face had a look of disbelief.

From the beginning of the treatment, Moke almost did nothing, just put his hands on Huang Lao's body, but in just a few minutes, the shrapnel in his body seemed to have grown feet, and it actually came out on its own.

You know, even with Western medicine, it is impossible to remove a shrapnel in just a few minutes, and this speed and efficiency are simply unheard of.

Everything in front of him seems to have opened a new door for Zhou Yixing's medical skills, if there are some commonalities between Chinese medicine and Western medicine, but Moke's internal force healing is definitely a more efficient method beyond the scope of ordinary medical skills.

At this moment, Zhou Yixing was even more glad that she chose to stay, so that she could see this treatment picture that subverted common sense.

In Huang Lao's body, not only the shrapnel in his chest, but also the shrapnel in other places cannot be removed, not like the shrapnel in his chest, which cannot be removed by surgery.

Normal medical methods can't be removed, but for Moke, this is not a problem at all, the spiritual power in the body is working, and it will soon be wrapped in other shrapnel. Although these shrapnel are thin, they are easier to move than those in the chest, because most of them are in the muscles and bones, and there are no vital organs involved. The surgery couldn't be removed, but for Moke, it couldn't be easier.

With the treatment of Moke, some small shrapnel appeared on Huang Lao's body, and these shrapnel were even thinner, just a little more than iron sand.

"Can even these shrapnel be taken out?" Zhou Yixing on the side opened his mouth wide, these shrapnel, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, there is no way, it is too small.

It is impossible to make a hole in the body for the sake of an iron sand, if this is done, there is almost no part of the patient's body intact, and just bleeding can make the patient lose his life.

Therefore, as long as it is not life-threatening, as a doctor, you can only prescribe some painkillers, which is also the main reason for a large number of injuries and illnesses after the war.

The treatment lasted for about half an hour, and the ink man slowly withdrew his hands, a trace of sweat on his tired face. Even with his current strength, to treat Huang Lao's secret injury, the spiritual power in his body has consumed nearly eighty percent.

"I need to take a break, Huang Lao will wake up later. The inker looked at Zhou Yixing on the side and said.

After that, he left the room and rested in one of the rooms in the villa.

Looking at the inkman who left with a tired face, although Zhou Yixing had many questions in her heart, she knew that this was really not the time to disturb the inkman's rest. The ink man looks like a doctor who has performed major surgeries in a row.

However, seeing the shrapnel beside Huang Lao, Zhou Yixing knew that this was not only a major operation, if it was changed to any other doctor, let alone half an hour, even if the operation was completed, it would be impossible.

Only Moke, using magical internal force, can complete such a major operation so easily, but it will not have any great impact on Huang Lao's body, and Zhou Yixing can't do this alone.

On the bed, although Huang Lao's face was pale, there was no sickness in his complexion. Zhou Yixing, who is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, naturally knows how to look and hear, and knows at a glance that Huang Lao's body is much better than before, and the reason why he is pale is just because he has endured too much pain during the treatment process.