Chapter 370 of the main text: healing

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"Brother, don't look at me, this master is not my ......"

Seeing that Uncle Kun's eyes staring at him, Yu Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, he knew gold and jade, but he didn't know anything about medical skills, and he could only stand by and watch just now, and he couldn't help in the slightest.

"Uncle Kun, I don't dare to be a master, I just learned some acupuncture methods from my master......"

Fang Yi's words attracted Uncle Kun's attention, after opening the medicine box, Fang Yi couldn't help but nodded, in addition to the medicinal materials he needed, this medicine box also contained an acupuncture bag and a bottle of alcohol, obviously Uncle Kun has a lot of experience in treating trauma, and knows that the needle must be disinfected first.

"This little brother, are you okay?"

Seeing Fang Yi's young face, Uncle Kun was a little hesitant, although he believed in Chinese medicine, but in Uncle Kun's consciousness, the older Chinese medicine is, the more popular it is, Fang Yi is so young, how much experience can he have in treating patients.

"Uncle Kun, I believe Fang Yi ......" After adjusting his breathing for a while, Peng Bin's complexion improved a lot.

"Binzi, this is not a trivial matter...... Uncle Kun shook his head, he knew that the commander valued Peng Bin, but he didn't dare to let Peng Bin have an accident by his side, because he was unwilling to let Fang Yi take the liberty to treat Peng Bin.

Seeing that Uncle Kun was questioning Fang Yi, Peng Bin couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Uncle Kun, do you know who injured me?"

"Who is it?" Hearing Peng Bin's words, Uncle Kun's eyes suddenly rose, and he said, "Who did it? How many people did they come? I immediately called the commander to mobilize people to come over......

Uncle Kun watched Peng Bin grow up, and naturally knew that Peng Bin was an enemy of 10,000 people, let alone one or two people, even ten or eight were not his opponents, so Uncle Kun subconsciously thought that Peng Bin was besieged by someone to get hurt like this.

"Uncle Kun, how many people are there?"

Peng Bin pointed at Fang Yi and said, "I just had a discussion with Brother Fang today, and I was injured like this, since Brother Fang can hurt people, he can naturally cure diseases, so don't stop him......"

"What?" Hearing Peng Bin's words, Uncle Kun's surprise was not trivial, although he did the work of a doctor back then, but with Commander Peng's birth and death, his kung fu was naturally not bad.

It is precisely because he also knows some kung fu that Uncle Kun knows that Peng Bin's kid is terrible, at the age of fifteen, Peng Bin was able to kill an adult grizzly bear with his bare hands in the mountains and forests, and I don't know how many wild beasts died under Peng Bin's hands in the deep mountains of Myanmar.

"You...... Can you hurt Binzi?" Uncle Kun pointed at Fang Yi in disbelief, in his opinion, with Fang Yi's small body, whether he could block Peng Bin's slap was still between the two words.

"Uncle Kun, Brother Bin is not the ...... I injured"

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "He has too many old diseases in his body, which were triggered when he started with me, so the injury will suddenly worsen, now I'll give Brother Bin a needle first, and we'll talk about ......it later."

Although he used the method of breathing and breathing to regulate his internal organs, Fang Yi knew that Peng Bin's injury was still very serious, you must know that when he practiced kung fu to Peng Bin's level, he was afraid that he had been using an iron plate to practice his resistance to blows since he was a child, and he seemed to be strong, but in fact, the hidden injuries in his body had already reached the verge of exploding.

While talking, Fang Yi let Peng Bin lie down, and after lighting the alcohol lamp, he quickly detoxified the silver needle, and the needle in his right hand was like flying, that is, in the time of ordinary people's breathing, Peng Bin had nine silver needles pierced in his chest.

"Fang Yi, after so many needles, Brother Bin is okay?" Seeing that the needle with the length of his index finger pierced into Peng Bin's body, the corners of Ah Hu's mouth, who didn't know acupuncture, kept twitching, according to his thoughts, this needle would not be pierced to the heart.

"It's okay, control his injuries first, and he'll get better after drinking the medicine......"

Lifting the bag containing Chinese medicinal materials in the medicine box, Fang Yi picked up the medicine jar with his other hand, and after asking where the kitchen was, Fang Yi did not let anyone follow, and entered the kitchen by himself to fry the medicine for Peng Bin.

Compared with giving Peng Bin acupuncture, Fang Yi's decoction was more painstaking, not only to master the heat, but also to constantly add water according to the volatilization of the herbs, more than a little bit will affect the final effect, after nearly an hour, Fang Yi returned to the living room with a bowl of medicinal soup as black as ink.

"Fang Yi, can you not drink the medicine?"

Looking at the bowl of black soup that Fang Yi brought in front of him, Peng Bin was about to cry, he had never had an injection or taken medicine since he was a child, Peng Bin would rather fight with the world's No. 1 black market fighter for ten rounds than drink this inky medicinal soup.

"Brother Bin, your internal injuries are not light, this medicine needs to be drunk for half a month......"

Fang Yi put the bowl on the table in front of Peng Bin, and quickly pulled out the silver needles on his chest with his right hand, these silver needles have the effect of blocking the passage of qi and blood.

"Want to drink it for half a month?" Peng Bin was really about to cry now, let alone drinking, he just smelled the medicine, his stomach was churning, and he was almost about to vomit.

"Yes, it's okay if you don't drink it, but Brother Bin, I'm afraid you want to do it with others or practice boxing for the rest of your life......"

Fang Yi was not intimidating Peng Bin, Peng Bin had practiced martial arts too much in his early years, which caused great damage to his body, if he was not treated, he would only be able to kill if he did it with others in the future, and even Fang Yi would not be able to save him at that time.

Such a person has appeared in the past, that is, the movie star Bruce Lee in the sixties and seventies, Bruce Lee died young because of the use of electric shocks and other methods beyond the limits of human tolerance, and finally his body could not bear this intensity.

"Drink, isn't it just a bowl of medicine......" Hearing Fang Yi say that he couldn't do it anymore, Peng Bin's face suddenly changed, and the punching had penetrated deep into his bone marrow, even if he was inactive for a day, Peng Bin would feel itchy all over his body.

Reaching out and picking up the medicine bowl in front of him, Peng Bin pinched his nose with one hand, and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Okay, use the method of breathing I taught you before...... Fang Yi took the medicine bowl and said to Peng Bin.

"It's too bitter...... Peng Bin's face almost wrinkled into a bitter melon, but after hearing Fang Yi's words, he still restrained his mind and breathed according to the method taught by Fang Yi.

"Poof!"

Half an hour later, Peng Bin, who was originally meditating, suddenly turned red, and when he opened his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of blackened blood, staining the white kung fu practice on his chest red.

"Brother Bin, are you okay?" Ah Hu, who had been sitting next to Peng Bin, hurriedly stood up, turned his face to look at Fang Yi, and said angrily: "The surname Fang, what kind of medicine did you give Brother Bin to drink? If something happens to Brother Bin, I can't spare you......"

"Fang Yi, what's going on? Your medicine is fine, right?" Chen Kai, who was beside Fang Yi, was also a little panicked, he was the person who knew the Peng family's power in Myanmar best, if something really happened to Peng Bin, the Peng family would definitely not give up.

"What are you yelling about, are you loud?" Just when Ah Hu was about to ask Fang Yi, Peng Bin, who had just vomited a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes, and there was clearly a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Brother Bin, you vomited blood...... Ah Hu turned around and said with a sad face: "You haven't vomited blood in so many boxing matches......"

"You know the, it's bruising!"

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Peng Bin only felt that his chest and abdomen were unobstructed, although there was a hot feeling when breathing, Peng Bin could feel that some subtle changes seemed to have taken place in his body, and at this time, his body seemed to be completely recovered.

Fang Yi dipped his fingers in a little of the bruises that Peng Bin spit out, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "Brother Bin, these are indeed bruises, all of them are the backlog of your previous practice......"

"Grandma's, is it true that foreign kung fu is really like the legendary Seven Wounds Fist, if you want to hurt others and hurt yourself first?" Hearing Fang Yi's words, Peng Bin's face couldn't help but change, he was born in a Chinese family, but he didn't read those martial arts novels from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"Brother Bin, cultivating foreign kung fu requires stimulating the potential of life, when it is stimulated to a certain extent, it will erupt, you have broken out early, the problem is not big, if you wait until the age of forty, I am afraid that the whole person will be abolished......"

Fang Yi's words were not alarmist, he had heard his master say that almost none of those people in the rivers and lakes who even had external kung fu could live a long life, and their bodies would collapse when they were forty years old, and it would be good to live to be fifty or sixty years old.

"I know a little bit about what you said, but I've been practicing for more than ten years, so I can't just waste it, right?"

Peng Bin sighed when he heard this, he had been fighting black market boxing for so many years, and naturally knew that those black market boxers were very short-lived, even if they didn't die in the ring, they basically wouldn't live to be forty years old, wouldn't this be in line with Fang Yi's words. (To be continued.) )