Ling Fei was focused on thinking, the old priest didn't urge her, just stretched out his hand and rubbed on his almost deformed leg, although he rarely participated in hunting before, but his body has always been very good, I don't know when his leg started to hurt, and then it suddenly developed to the point that he couldn't walk, he didn't have any panic at that time, he knew that his leg would be completely wasted, and then he would not be able to eat, it was very difficult to drink water, he couldn't speak, and when his first two sacrifices finally took their last breath, there was only a handful of bones left, and he knew that sooner or later he would have such a day, This is a curse, it is the fate that cannot escape the sacrifice of the giant clan in the past generations, they use divination to avoid evil and seek good fortune, this is the retribution they suffered by spying on the gods, all the people who succeed the sacrifice clearly understand the fate they will face, but they all choose this path without hesitation, the survival and development of the tribe needs them, even if they know that they will sacrifice their lives for this. 『』

He didn't have any complaints about this, but after lying down for so long, it was inevitable that he would have a little extravagant hope, after all, he just wanted the clan to live a better life, so that the bloodline of the clan would continue, and he didn't do too much, so he hoped that he would be forgiven by the gods, but extravagant hope is extravagant hope, year after year, day after day, the two legs are deformed more and more, and the light of hope in his heart is getting weaker and weaker, so after hearing Ling Fei's words, he feels redeemed, after so many years, someone finally said to him that this is not a curse, this is not a punishment, It's just a disease, even if he will die like all the previous sacrifices, he feels very relaxed, he just wants to let the people live, it's not a sin.

Ling Fei didn't notice the turbulence in the old priest's heart, but thought about how to treat it, when it came to treating this disease, it must be acupuncture, Ling Fei didn't ask them, he directly found his own few needles from the animal skin bag, and said to the young man named Gang: "Where can I boil this needle?" ”

Just now, his head was not very sufficient, and he was already confused by the interaction between Ling Fei and the old priest, and when he heard Ling Fei's question, he subconsciously said, "Okay, I'll cook it." As he spoke, he carefully took the things in Ling Fei's hand, and then ran out on his feet, and only reacted when he ran to the door, and immediately turned his head to look at the old priest to ask, and only when he saw the old priest waving his hand did he breathe a sigh of relief and jumped off the tree house.

"That thing is medicine?" Hearing the word cooking, everyone subconsciously associated it with eating, and the old priest was no exception, after getting Ling Fei's things, he studied them for a long time, and it could be seen from the slender hairy handle that it was the same material as the weapon, so when he heard what Ling Fei said, the old priest asked in surprise.

Ling Fei heard this answer many times, but every time she heard it, she felt funny, the corners of her mouth were slightly curled, and she said: "That thing is called a needle, and it is boiled to disinfect, in order to kill the dirty things on its surface, it is not medicine, but it is a tool to treat your legs." ”

The old priest didn't understand what she meant, and before he could ask, Ling Fei put his left hand on the table, pressed down his delicate fingertips, and then Ling Fei's face changed suddenly, from gentle and gentle just now to extremely solemn, his eyebrows were open, and the corners of his mouth were slightly flat, which made people feel a little awe-inspired, and he couldn't help but shut up.

Ling Fei gave the old priest a look not to move, and then squinted his eyes slightly and began to call the pulse, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, the relationship between impotence and the kidneys is the most close, the old priest has been in good health for decades before, and his legs have not been good in the last five or six years, this is the cause of the day after tomorrow, the lack of sperm and blood can not supply the nutrients of muscles and muscles, so there will be muscle weakness and atrophy, the spleen and stomach are mainly transformed into qi and blood, and the muscles are weak and the muscles are not able to nourish muscular dystrophy, and the treatment of this disease must be from the spleen, kidneys, The liver starts at the same time, and only by nourishing the liver and kidneys, building muscles, and strengthening muscles and bones can it be improved.

The old priest has been out of action for so many years, and it stands to reason that all the functions of the body have declined, but the current situation is that the various organs of the old priest's body have not been greatly affected, and the pulse is also strong, which is really a bit abnormal, of course, this abnormality is also related to the obvious incoordination of his upper and lower bodies, Ling Fei said that he completely understands that he can't, but the only explanation for this situation is that there is a large supply of tonics.

This kind of thing was basically rare in the previous life, but Ling Fei had seen one when she wore it here, that was Long Zhan, who ate that peculiar pearl fruit as food, and developed such a perverted physique after eating it for so many years, could it be that this old priest was the second Dragon Zhan?

Thinking of this, Ling Fei fell into a deep envy, in her previous life, what could she get except a mouthful of car exhaust? There are high-rise buildings and Yambat Road everywhere, and if you don't meet a red light all the way to work, it's a great adventure!

She was thinking about it, and just jumped on it, and asked with a puzzled expression, "How long does that thing have to be cooked, it seems that it hasn't changed all along." ”

Ling Fei: "・・・・・・" This is not boiled noodles, will it be soft?

After cooking for so long, Ling Fei asked him to bring it up, and just went to see the old priest again, and only then went down to get it after getting the old priest's approval, Ling Fei was speechless for a moment, how does this old man usually exercise these people, he is so respectful and humble, he is not so obedient, he is even better than Uncle Rui.

As soon as he took the sterilized needle, and when the temperature returned to normal, Ling Fei asked the old priest to lie flat on the ground, and specially instructed before the needle: "This needle won't hurt if it is pricked, so don't move around, it's not good to prick it in the wrong place." ”

Seeing her pinching the needle, the old priest obviously hesitated, but finally nodded ruthlessly, Ling Fei half-knelt on the ground and began to apply the needle, she didn't move the needle for a year, Ling Fei was not a little rusty, after this needle was done, she didn't practice less on her body, so now she started steadily and accurately, and quickly pricked down at Quchi, Hegu, Yanglingquan, Taichong and other acupuncture points, and then massaged with her fingers at Spleen Yu, Neiguan, Dazhu, Hand Sanli, Guan Yuan, and Yuji.

Looking at the needle as thin as a cow's hair pierced the old priest's body, his eyes were almost out of the window, and the thing was actually pierced into the body, wouldn't it hurt to death?

Although the old priest was also surprised, he didn't feel much fear because he didn't feel anything, and he was even wondering why Ling Fei did this at this time.

When the massage of the big vertebral point was hot, Ling Fei pinched a needle and leaned the needle forward slightly, slowly twisting the needle, seeing that the old priest's face suddenly twitched slightly, he quickly relaxed his strength, and hurriedly asked, "How do you feel?" ”