In fact, there is no need to be so strenuous at all, of course, Ye Fan still carefully used fifty percent of his strength, which can only be said to be quite laborious, not to be said to be doing his best.

Half an hour later, Ye Fan asked, "Old Song, do you feel anything?"

"Yes! It's a little bit!" Old Man Song nodded.

"It's good to have feelings, it means that there is hope." Ye Fan's heart was shocked, and he was secretly happy. The intensity of internal breath has been increased.

"And now?" Asked again.

"It feels more obvious, as if the inside of the leg will be hot and hot, and it is quite comfortable to burn, and it seems that even breathing is a little shorter. It's a bit like the feeling of sticking a hot and humid towel to your forehead. Old Man Song showed a smile on his face.

An hour later, Ye Fan put away the needle, pretended to be very casual and brushed the beads of sweat on his face, and his whole hands were wet.

Sure enough, he was moved by Old Man Song, and immediately shouted, "Mei Fang, don't hand over a towel."

"Grandpa, I'll get it." Song Zhenyao forgot her leg for the time being and wanted to go. However, he was stopped by Cao Meifang.

"I'll go!" Song Chujie brought a new towel over. "I'll help Brother Fan wipe it." Zhen Yao snatched the towel and stood up to wipe Ye Fan's face, and Cao Meifang's face immediately became gloomy. However, he was glared at by Old Man Song, and he was silent. However, he turned his head in anger.

"Old Song, if you try to take two steps, it will definitely not hurt." Ye Fan looked mysterious and said with a smile.

"It really won't hurt, it won't be so fast!" Old Man Song showed a hint of surprise, walked a few steps, nodded, and said with a smile: "Xiaoye's soil needle can no longer be called an earth needle, it should be called a divine needle, this leg really doesn't hurt, hehehe......"

"Doesn't it really hurt Dad?" Song Chujie also showed a happy expression, glanced at Ye Fan with his spare eyes, and secretly said that this young man really has some small skills.

"Old Song, your pain is only temporary. I estimate that it will only last for about half an hour, and then I will have to return to its original state. Ye Fan said.

"I guess so, how can it get better so quickly. However, Xiaoye, since it can get better temporarily, I believe that there should be hope for recovery after long-term treatment, don't you say?" Old Man Song had a smile on his face, and he seemed to see hope in his eyes.

"This is honest, old Song, I don't dare to lie to you, and I'm not very sure about this.

But there is still hope, if Song Lao is willing to rest assured that I will try the needle, then I will try my best.

It is estimated that I can get two injections a month, and the leg muscles will atrophy in the long run, and the ventilation and pulse should be better.

Of course, if it can be combined with certain drug treatment, the effect will be better. Ye Fan seemed quite honest, not greedy for merit, not boasting, and honest, which made Old Man Song and Song Chujie on the side quite appreciative.

"Then it's decided, no matter whether this leg can get better or not, Xiao Ye, you can do your best." Can't you shorten the time? Say you get a needle once a week?" Song Zhenyao couldn't help but ask.

"Huh! Zhenyao, I just told you that it is quite laborious to get this needle. Twice a month is already the limit.

If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, I believe you know what it means best. Old Man Song's leg is because of years of hard work, and it is not an injury caused all at once. This old disease is the most difficult to cure, and it takes patience to boil frogs in warm water in order to slowly eliminate the root of the disease invisibly and achieve a re-recovery of spirit and spirit. "Ye Fan is like a mysterious gossip scholar, talking about some views on health preservation and herbal medicine.

In fact, what Ye Fan said is half true and half false, let's take the golden needle twice a month as an example, that one is completely blind.

With Ye Fan's current seven-stage skills, it is no problem to prick twice a night, let alone a month.

It costs internal breath to prick the needle, but after the internal breath reaches the seventh stage, there is a natural small circulation, although it has not yet reached the endless small Zhou Tian realm of the 'Innate Venerable', but it has already formed a circulation of small veins in the body.

The reason why Ye Fan said this was his own plan, if he was cured of Old Man Song's illness within a month, then what reason would he have to come to Song's house in the future.

As the saying goes, it's not like it's closer to go. People are emotional animals, and even good friends will be unfamiliar if they don't interact for a long time.

As long as you run diligently to the Song family, after a long time, you will naturally be able to have a certain relationship with the Song family.

"County Magistrate Ye, can you sell me one of these golden needles?" Tang Kangcheng, the famous director of surgery at Shuizhou First Hospital, said. "Sell?" Ye Fan looked puzzled, turned his head and glanced at Tang Kangcheng, knowing that he wanted to take his golden needle back and study it, if it could be imitated, of course it would be better.

However, Ye Fan knew that this kind of special could only be moistened with the breath of internal strength, and the golden needles made could not be imitated even if modern technology was advanced.

Then he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry Professor Tang, this needle is a set, and it will be incomplete after selling one."

"Oh!" The disappointed expression on Tang Kangcheng's face flashed away, and he said again: "I also like our country's herbal medicine method, so, County Magistrate Ye, can you lend me a golden needle and take it home to take it home and watch it again."

"Borrow one." Ye Fan muttered, then nodded and gave one to Tang Kangcheng.

"This is my phone, you can call this number when you need it." Tang Kangcheng handed Ye Fan a business card.

On the morning of the third day, Ye Fan had just entered the class and saw a bunch of classmates gathered together, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Seeing Ye Fan come in, Guo Qiu, a member of the life committee, winked at Ye Fan and said with a smile: "Squad Leader Ye, do you have to treat again?" Giggles!"

"Treat, it doesn't make sense, I didn't just invite it a few days ago, that meal was not cheap, fortunately someone paid for me, otherwise I would be miserable." Ye Fan hurriedly said bitterly, with a stunned expression.

"Let's see, if it's time for a treat." Guo Qiu handed over a thing.

Ye Fan glanced at it and found that it was Nanfu Daily, but there was one, and the two tall figures on the entire page were eye-catching.

Why?

On the page, Song Chujie was smiling, holding Comrade Ye Fan's hands, and his four hands were tightly clasped together.

The title is -- The head of the organization personally ordered the generals, and the talents became the pioneers, and there were four bigger words behind them: There are successors.

Of course, that talent refers to Comrade Xiao Ye, the organization minister is Song Chujie, and the personal order of the general naturally refers to the fact that the head teacher Lin Dechi recommended Ye Fan to serve as the squad leader, and Song Chujie, the organization minister of the provincial party committee, nodded.

Ye Fan finally understood, turned his head and swept around, and found that eighty percent of the classmates had naked jealousy in their eyes.

The newspaper is indeed shocking, Ye Fan can't be famous anymore, and his face is showing face.

Moreover, under the two tall figures, the reason why the organization minister personally ordered the general was because of Comrade Ye Fan's ability to attract investment, and he was nicknamed the 'mayor of 100 million yuan', of course, referring to the hundreds of millions of yuan of investment that Comrade Ye Fan brought for Linquan Town.

And it also mentioned the Linquan Datong vein, which was polished and processed by the reporter. Comrade Ye Fan's glorious image jumped on the paper.

The image of a township and town cadre with an exemplary role, a deputy county magistrate of a poverty-stricken county, a loyal cadre who serves the people wholeheartedly and devotes himself to his work, leaps onto the page.

And Song Chujie has become a Bole who can know thousands of miles, which just fits his image as the party's organization minister in selecting and employing people, and knowing people well.

Lin Dechi, the head teacher, was also quite happy, he didn't go to class in the morning, so he took the newspaper and talked about the party's ideological education of cadres in connection with Ye Fan's deeds, and what should he learn from Ye Fan as a cadre.

In the evening, in the cafeteria, Ye Fan was arrested by Guo Qiu for a treat. One case of beer per table, plus a field duck soup, and two vegetarian dishes. Of course, everyone is having a good time, and a few dishes are of course trivial.

The life of the party school is ordinary and intense, and the daily training courses are arranged tightly. From 8 to 11 in the morning and from 2 to 4:30 in the afternoon. Sometimes, in the evening, there is a democratic discussion meeting to exchange ideas or something.

As the leader of the first class, Ye Fan has more things to do.

Sometimes the head teacher Lin Dechi came over with a phone call, and he had to run to get the task. However, after coming and going, the first few class committee members quickly became acquainted, and as the class leader, they were oriented to all the students.

These students are not simple, they are all elites in various counties and cities, or halls. And all of them are in their twenties, and the future is quite large. Ye Fan took this opportunity and made quite a few friends.

Especially with Vice Principal Lin Dechi, he is getting more and more familiar, and Vice President Lin is still difficult to approach at the beginning, probably because he thinks that Ye Fan has some purpose in approaching him.

However, after a period of communication, Ye Fan's sincerity, simplicity, and a heart that is truly for the people have made De Lin Dechi's heart change a little.

I feel that Ye Fan's temper is compared to himself, except that his edges and corners are sharper, and sometimes his expression is more rigid, but in other aspects, it is a bit like his own stinky temper.

Slowly, the two of them have a bit of a taste of forgetfulness. Lin Dechi is only in his early forties, Ye Fan is only half his age, a whole generation behind, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is forgetful. Through guò communication, Ye Fan found that Lin Dechi was not like the 'iron-faced and old-fashioned' person who was rumored outside.

Old-fashioned and principled are just his appearance, in fact, Lin Dechi is not a principled person, ** does not know how to be flexible, but his principle is much tougher than that of ordinary cadres.

Of course, Lin Dechi has his own rules of life, and Ye Fan knows a little bit at most.

Lin Dechi is very strict with Ye Fan, and requires him to be an example everywhere. But he never skimps on his own language when it comes to praise and praise. v There are the latest chapters updated in a timely manner