Zhao Mingliang was shirtless, and his arms were full of silver needles.

Although he didn't feel pain at all, Zhang Meifeng on the side frowned, and her face was full of distress.

After doing all this, Chen Yifan took his hand to check the pulse and probed Zhao Mingming's pulse, feeling that the damage was very serious, almost irreparable loss, and he could still maintain a trace of mobility at this moment, indicating that he had received good treatment before.

But there are some things that Western medicine can't do, but Chen Yifan, the inheritor of ancient Chinese medicine, has a way to do it.

"Alright. Now I'm going to treat you, and if you feel some pain, just shout it, but it's better not to move. ”

Zhao Ming nodded brightly. He felt that some of the heat on his arm had begun to rise, but it had not been seen for many years, he nodded, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay." I believe in you, you start!"

Chen Yifan nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, began to calm down, and slowly took a breath.

Qigong is actually a very ethereal thing, and practicing qigong does not really have to have a breath of qi, but the practitioner of Dacheng really feels as if there is a breath of qi, which is a very unpredictable feeling.

In an instant, Chen Yifan's hands turned into an afterimage.

Bang Bang Bang!

A touching and terrifying voice came, and Zhao Mingming's wrists and arms began to twist in an exaggerated form.

"Ah......" Although Zhao Mingliang was ready for pain, he still underestimated the extent of the pain, and suddenly let out a miserable scream.

Zhang Meifeng immediately didn't agree, rushed up, and shouted very excitedly: "You let go, you let go of my son!"

Seeing that Zhang Meifeng's hand had already been grabbed, Chen Yifan frowned.

This moment is a critical moment, he must help Zhao Mingliang reorganize his hand bones as quickly as possible, if he is stopped by Zhang Meifeng, it will be bad.

"Stop!" Chen Yifan shouted, and when he returned his hand, it was a needle prick.

The needle that took the time to pierce it happened to be pierced in Zhang Meifeng's thigh, and she seemed to be nailed to the ground at the moment, although she could keep standing, she couldn't move her leg anyway.

Zhang Meifeng's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, and she roared hysterically: "Boy, you really came to harm us, I won't let you go, I will kill you even if I am a ghost, you let my son ......"

She shouted and waved her hands, trying her best to catch Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan couldn't help it. This side is disturbed, and he can't meditate on it.

So he suddenly pushed Zhao Mingming, and the two changed positions on the sofa, successfully getting rid of Zhang Meifeng's interference.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of bones was shocking, and Zhang Meifeng was so frightened that she almost fainted.

"Boy, I beg you, you let my son go, if you hurt me, I ...... I'm fighting with you!"

Chen Yifan ignored her, his hands changing rapidly.

If there are martial arts practitioners here, they will definitely find that what Chen Yifan is using is an unfathomable technique of dividing muscles and bones.

Zhao Mingliang also looked stupid, but the severe pain in his arm still made him scream miserably, and the visual shock was far less intense than the pain.

Zhang Meifeng completely went berserk, and countless vicious scoldings flowed out of her mouth. Chen Yifan's ancestors have been cursed by her several times for eighteen generations.

After Chen Yifan's series of movements, Zhao Mingming's arm began to slowly return to its original position, and the pain began to decrease greatly.

He was already starting to feel his wrist move, albeit slightly. But with the previous shape of the "chicken feet", it is already a million times better.

Zhao Mingming's head was covered with sweat, and even his clothes were soaked, and he heard Zhang Meifeng still cursing constantly. Hurriedly spoke: "Mom...... Don't scold, I feel good!"

Zhang Meifeng was only worried about her son's safety at the moment, where could she listen, she shouted: "Son." Why are you still talking to him? This kid is here to hurt us!"

Zhang Meifeng's clothes looked distressed, "Son, our life is really bitter, we met such a vicious boy." He won't even let you go, a disabled person, woo woo......"

"Son, please spare my son, what is coming at me. Take my life too, and bury your parents at that time, and I will give you the two lives of my child and his father, please spare my son. Woohoo......"

Zhang Meifeng cried as she spoke, looking very miserable.

Although Zhao Mingliang is feeling better and better at the moment, he has his back to Zhang Meifeng, and he can't make Zhang Meifeng believe that he is really okay now.

With the end of Chen Yifan's series of actions. He was already sweating profusely.

"Huh, not good!"

Chen Yifan instantly discovered that the situation was wrong, Zhao Mingming's muscles and veins were too fragile, and he couldn't treat him like an ordinary person.

"I can't keep locking his pulse, his self-circulation has begun to crumble. Fortunately, it was found early, otherwise this whole arm would have been useless. ”

Whew!

The Big Dipper Array began to change, and Chen Yifan instantly changed the formation of the lock vein.

His hands were lightning fast, as there were only a few seconds left for him, and the meridians were too fragile.

"Whew...... It was really dangerous just now, and now I have to help him restore the smooth flow of his muscles and veins, and he was careless for a while, and he almost let his muscles and veins be completely locked. ”

Whew!

Thirteen stitches of sealing the door reappeared. From the original lock vein protection damaged area, it has been changed to the current comprehensive unobstructed.

Streams of heat appeared on his arm, Zhao Mingming's eyes widened involuntarily, and he tried to move his wrist. I can barely turn a small circle.

The palm that had been shrinking was also opened, and although it was no longer able to grasp items, at least it looked no different from a normal person.

"Whew...... Thankfully, it was done without any danger!"

Chen Yifan also breathed a sigh of relief. With a sweep of his hand, he took off all the silver needles and put them away.

Zhang Meifeng saw that Chen Yifan had finally stopped, and she still refused to stop scolding tired of scolding at the moment, and continued to scold: "You vicious bastard." You actually hurt my son, let me go, I'm going to fight with you, I'm going to kill you, kill your whole family!"

Chen Yifan ignored him, and took a hand to help Zhao Mingliang up from the sofa.

Zhao Mingming's face was full of excitement at the moment, his eyes were staring at his right arm, this arm that had been crippled for eighteen years really returned to normal people, although he still couldn't exert himself, but he finally didn't have to bear the strange eyes of others.

He turned around excitedly, looked at Zhang Meifeng and said, "Mom...... Mom, do you see it? Mom, look, my hands are good!"

Zhang Meifeng's incessantly cursing mouth instantly lost her voice. She looked at Zhao Mingming's arms, which looked like ordinary people, and suddenly trembled with excitement, opened her mouth, and shouted with difficulty: "Son, ......"

Because I was too excited. She had lost her voice, her mouth open, but she couldn't say half a word.

Chen Yifan walked past her and pulled out the silver needle that sealed the meridians of his legs, allowing her to regain her mobility.

Zhang Meifeng didn't know that she had resumed her actions at all, but instinctively pounced over and hugged Zhao Mingliang tightly.

"Son......"

The mother and son hugged their heads and cried, as if the suffering they had suffered for more than ten years no longer mattered.

Zhao Mingliang also cried excitedly: "Mom, I'm fine, Mom, I'm really good." ”

Chen Yifan took a few tissues to wipe his sweat, didn't speak, and looked at the mother and son silently.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Meifeng and Zhao Mingliang, a mother and son, finally calmed down.

Wiping her face full of snot and tears, Zhang Meifeng pulled Zhao Mingliang and walked to Chen Yifan, "Son, kneel down for Engong!"

Zhao Mingliang had difficulty moving his legs and feet, but he still knelt down without saying a word.

Zhang Meifeng snorted and said: "Young man, I blamed you for being wrong, thank you for healing my son's hand, now you are willing to take my life, if you feel that you hate us, hate our family Lao Zhao for taking the lives of your parents, then take my life too!"

"Mom......" Zhao Mingliang pulled Zhang Meifeng's hand, his face full of worry.

Chen Yifan smiled bitterly and went up to pull Zhao Mingliang up.

"Auntie, I still say the same thing, I'm not here to trouble you, no matter what happened back then, the person concerned is no longer there, your mother and son are innocent, even if you want to be held responsible, it is impossible to hold you accountable. Now I just want to know what really happened back then. ”