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Or search on Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] Feng Mao lay on the bed with some apprehension, watching Fan Wuxian and Fan Tianlan, an old man and a young man, muttering there discussing how to treat him.

People in the darkness are more eager for light, and after lying in bed for more than ten years, they have greater fervent hopes for being able to regain their mobility, or whether they will be able to live their future life like ordinary people, it depends on today.

Feng Mao looked at his sister and found that Feng Ping was looking at Fan Wuxi with some concern, obviously also a little worried about whether Fan Wuxian could really use the golden needle to cure his younger brother's Shen Zhen, but at this time, he was ready to fly, and he had no time to think about other things.

The old man Fan Tianlan has been a doctor all his life, and he is also very good at grasping people's psychology, after he finished discussing with Fan Wuxi, he raised his head and said with a smile,

"Everyone likes to trust the old Chinese medicine practitioners, who are experienced and well-informed, and they are also very easy to treat diseases. In fact, this is not necessarily the case, many old Chinese medicine practitioners were confused when they were young, and there was no consciousness of correction, so when they were old, they were even more confused to the extreme, coupled with no enthusiasm for research and progress, and the technology was getting worse and worse. **.coM*** On the contrary, many famous medical cases in history are created by young doctors, although their experience is worse, but it is important to have an enterprising heart! After listening to the old man's words, Fan Wuxian spread his hands and said,

"This is the teacher who is calming my heart." Feng Ping and the others nodded slightly, knowing that the old man was telling the truth.

It's just that the psychological factors of ordinary people are difficult to reverse. The old man had sandalwood lit in the house, and then took out two gossip mirrors from his accompanying box.

Hanging on the doors and windows, he took out a peachwood sword with a length of a ruler from the box, respectfully offered it in front of the incense burner, and after making a big salute, he prayed for a while, and then stood up and nodded to Fan Wuxian and said,

"Let's get started!" Fan Wuxian was a little stunned when he saw it, and said in his heart, Are you a doctor or a charlatan. He actually put on a posture of opening the altar, if this was twenty years earlier, it would be regarded as a feudal remnant to the dictatorship.

The old man saw that Fan Wuxian was a little in a daze, so he explained,

"A family tradition. Our acupuncture treatment is a grasp of good and evil diseases. So pay more attention to Fan Wuxian nodded, and calmed down, not to mention, sandalwood does have a bit of a calming effect. Now Fan Wuxi felt that his mood was very calm, and his brain was also very flexible, and he shook the golden needle in his hand, and his internal qi was everywhere, so that the golden needle moved like a spiritual snake, instead of simply hardening and straightening it.

"How do you feel that Fan Wuxian is holding a needle, just like pinching a worm? If you stick like this, is there still a quasi-leader? Feng Ping whispered to Chen Jingchu next to her with some worry.

"I don't understand either. I guess it won't break. Chen Jingchu shook his head. There is no bottom in my heart.

Fan Wuxian concentrated his mind and concentrated all the internal qi in his body. There was a small golden needle left in front of him, as well as Feng Mao lying on the bed, and even Fan Tianlan was automatically ignored by him at this time.

Soon, he entered a very mysterious realm, everything was illusory, as if his eyes saw through the skin of the wind, the blood veins in his legs running, the coming and going of the essence and spirit, and the cold poison hidden in the Yangling Spring was devouring and hindering the normal operation of qi and blood.

\\\\\ Fan Wuxian grabbed the golden needle, staring at the cold air with blazing eyes, the golden needle was swinging three inches above, and the cold poison seemed to feel the threat, knowing that this golden needle was its mortal enemy, and wanted to wander elsewhere, but Yangling Spring was its nest for more than ten years, and it seemed that it could not give up, so it wandered nearby.

Fan Tianlan and the others around looked at it in their eyes, and found that Fan Wuxi was standing there without saying a word, his eyes seemed to emit a light like substance, staring at Feng Mao's leg, the golden needle was pinched in his hand, and the swing was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was like a golden dragon that was about to fly through the air.

After a long time, Fan Wu's hand sank slowly but steadily, and the golden needle twisted its body and collided violently with the cold poison, and Feng Mao felt as if his legs had been hit by a huge force!

Then Feng Mao felt a huge heat up and down his legs, and the soreness and numbness in his legs suddenly recovered in an instant, and the feeling of losing more than ten years finally appeared again.

**.coM*** This is not the end, after the end of the word, a little true yang in the snow mountain is inducted, along the back of the pulse of the pulse of the sudden rise, through the pulse of the points all the way up, through the wind house, Feng Mao felt as if a skylight was opened on the top of the head, all the cold rushed out at once, and then this true gas continued to run, along the Ren pulse down, sinking into the dantian, and after that, the various veins were like boiling water, violently reacting.

Feng Mao felt that his whole body was trembling, as if he had been thrown into a pot of oil.

Fan Wuxi's golden needle was beating up and down at this time, like a little man dancing a tap dance, trembling and writhing on the windy Yangling Spring, and every time he lifted it, he could see a black gas gathered around the golden needle, and then it was melted away by Fan Wuxi's golden needle and disappeared.

Fan Wuxian carried the golden needle, just stood like that, and lasted for half an hour, and at the end, his forehead was also slightly sweaty, obviously it was a lot of consumption, otherwise with his strength, even if he overturned dozens of Zhongnanhai bodyguards, he might not have such a reaction.

\\\\\\ old man, Fan Tianlan, looked at it seriously, looking at the golden needle in Fan Wuxi's point, and seemed to be enlightened.

From beginning to end, they only saw Fan Wuxian standing there with a golden needle, and he didn't even change the acupoint, just poking around in Yangling Spring, as if a naughty teenager was abusing his classmates.

"Is this healing?" A physician couldn't help but ask his peers.

"I don't know, it looks a little incredible." The same industry can't say for sure, but Fan Tianlan's name is too big, even if he a needle casually, he may come back to life, although Fan Wuxian is just an apprentice he has taken for a few days, it is estimated that there will be something different?

Several doctors stood there staring blankly, but found nothing. But the changes on Feng Mao's face are very exciting, red for a while and white for a while, if you look closely, it seems that there is still a black gas raging on the facial features, but the color has become lighter and lighter, and it can no longer be seen at the end.

Fan Wuxi's golden needle finally stopped, and the twisted golden needle finally stopped abruptly at this time, becoming extremely firm, and then Fan Wuxian snorted, and slapped his palm on Feng Mao's Baihui acupoint.

Feng Mao felt that there seemed to be a thunderclap in his mind, rumbling, wanting to crush all the haze that had been pressing on him for more than ten years, and then he felt a warm current surging down like the Yangtze River, attracting every acupoint of his body.

I don't know when, the golden needle in Fan Wuxi's hand has been put away and stood aside.

"Ah----h

"I'm on my feet?!" Feng Mao was very difficult to accept this change, and his mood was extremely agitated, but he still felt a little vague under his feet, and sat on the ground.

Feng Ping couldn't help but scream when she saw her younger brother actually coming down to the ground, and rushed over to help him up, wanting to confirm again to see if he had really recovered.

The old man Fan Tianlan laughed and said,

"After a long illness, where is it so easy to recover completely, but now that the depression is gone, it will take a week to exercise well, and it will be almost the same." It was only now that the doctors who watched the jokes were stunned to find that they had witnessed the advent of a miracle doctor, and Fan Wuxian took the initiative to write another myth in the apricot forest with the magic needle in his hand.

The reason why Feng Mao was able to walk a few steps after the acupuncture was also very related to the fact that his family had not given up the massage of his leg muscles, if he hadn't had to do a health massage every day, his muscles would have atrophied a long time ago, even if he had removed the cold poison, it would be impossible to stand up all at once, or even be unable to stand up again.

Chen Jingchu walked over, wiped the beads of sweat on Fan Wuxian's head, and asked with concern,

"How does it feel?" Fan Wuxi thought about it carefully, frowned and stopped for a long time, and finally patted his stomach and said to Chen Jingchu,

"I don't feel anything else, it's just that the consumption just now was too great, and now I'm hungry again!"