"Really!" Jung nodded with a smile on his face.

"Yay!"

Zheng Jiayi, who was infinitely excited, turned around and grabbed Meng Fan, and screamed excitedly one after another: "Meng Fan, did you hear it?" Did Grandpa let you go to school? Happy, right? Hahaha......"

Meng Fan, who didn't know what to say at all, touched his nose, a little embarrassed, everyone had said this, how could he refuse?

"Are you not happy to speak?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Zheng Jiayi suddenly became worried.

"No, no......" Meng Fan hurriedly explained: "Grandpa Zheng, thank you." ”

Zheng Dexun smiled with satisfaction and didn't speak, but looked at the two juniors in front of him with gentle eyes, his eyes were full of happiness.

It seems that at his age, he has long looked down on money and reputation, and in contrast, he prefers this atmosphere.

"Grandpa Zheng, if it's okay, I'll treat you."

Speaking of school, Meng Fan said in his heart that it was false that he was not excited, but now he was most worried about Old Man Zheng's legs, after all, this was his main business.

"Good, good." After thinking about it, Zheng Dexun's whole person's spirit was obviously much better.

Meng Fan put away his jokes, put away the few silver needles he brought from the room one by one, pulled over a bench, sat down slowly, and then lifted the old man's legs.

He asked, "Grandpa Zheng, how are you feeling today?" ”

"Although my legs are no different from before, I am in good spirits today, at least not as sleepy as before." Even Zheng Dexun himself was surprised by this change.

"Looks good."

Meng Fan underestimated himself as if he were talking to himself, and then gently lifted the old man's trouser leg, watching the muscles atrophy to the shocking epidermis, and his heart was flushed.

That's the doctor's vocation to change everything that has deteriorated for the better.

Perhaps with the experience of yesterday's healing, Zheng Dexun is in a good state today, not nervous, and enjoying Meng Fan's healing lightly.

"Grandpa......" The eccentric Zheng Jiayi also became serious, bent down and squatted down with a basin of hot water from the side, and gently wiped it on Grandpa's legs.

"Grandpa Zheng, bear with me, it may hurt a lot today."

Through yesterday's treatment, Meng Fan has figured out the root of the old man's illness, and today he plans to change the treatment strategy.

However, it is a good thing for Old Man Zheng to feel pain in his legs, at least better than not having any sensation at all.

The same three silver needles were pinched in Meng Fan's hands in a state that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the speed was fast, and in the blink of an eye, a silver needle suddenly entered the old man's Zusanli acupuncture point.

"Uh-huh......"

It was just a while, Zheng Dexun, who was still calm, suddenly became nervous, and looked at Meng Fan in surprise: "This ......"

"I changed one of the treatments, which is to open up the nerves and blood vessels in your legs and urge them to heal themselves."

In fact, Meng Fan's real intention was to pass in qigong, so that the true qi in his body would flow into the necrotic muscles of the old man little by little, but he couldn't tell the truth.

"Yes, understood. You continue. ”

The pain just now made Zheng Dexun no longer dare to be careless, and his face became more severe while he was happy. Even Zheng Jiayi next to her was sweating for her grandfather.

She believed him.

said a thousand ways and ten thousand, in fact, the most painful person is still Meng Fan, to use the true qi, you have to use your hidden spiritual power in the body, brew from the dantian, and silently recite the "Coiling Dragon Decision" mantra taught by the old monster master.

The first silver needle had been firmly pierced into the Zusanli acupuncture point of Old Man Zheng, and then Meng Fan lifted the second needle again and stabbed it at his lumbar spine.

Hmm-

is also a more powerful ** in his life, Zheng Dexun tightened his face and didn't dare to speak, and a pair of wrinkled hands were held tightly. You can see that he is in pain.

However, Meng Fan, who was even more powerful than him, had already begun to tremble at this time.

Holding two silver needles in both hands, he squatted on the ground without saying a word, and two streams of air that could not be seen by the naked eye slowly entered from his hands and gradually immersed into the old man's body.

In an instant, sweat wet Meng Fan's coat, and a young and immature face was also wet, breathing heavily, and his clean and white forehead was full of sweat.

"Meng Fan, you ......"

Zheng Jiayi, who was completely worried about her grandfather, inadvertently turned her head to see his scene, and screamed: "You...... Are you alright? ”

"I'm fine."

Meng Fan opened his mouth with difficulty, raised his shoulders to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his whole body was hot: "Please help me bring a glass of water, I'm a little thirsty." ”

Yes, he was thirsty. His throat was dry, as if he were the one who was being treated.

Zheng Dexun, who was lying on the bed, also saw Meng Fan's reaction, the old man Rong Ma had seen too much in his life, and his first reaction was to guess Meng Fan's good intentions.

A touch of emotion came to his heart, and he sighed secretly.

"Grandpa Zheng, bear with it, the most critical needle is here."

Meng Fan easily opened the two silver needles he was holding, picked up the last one left next to him, quickly circled around the alcohol lamp, and slowly stabbed into the old man's right leg.

"Shhhh Zheng Dexun, who was ready for pain, was stunned for a moment and asked with some incomprehension.

"Hehe, don't worry."

When the narrow smile on Meng Fan's face had just ended, Old Man Zheng suddenly felt bad, and it was too late to regain his strength.

A strong chill swept through the body, and then, there was a heart-rending pain in the right leg, even though the old man had experienced a lifetime of bloody rain, he couldn't even resist that pain.

Meng Fan slowly closed his eyes, his index finger and thumb pinched the silver needle and turned it slowly, very slowly, like a slow motion in a movie.

There was a slight hissing sound, as if the whole world had fallen silent in an instant.

Zheng Jiayi, who poured a glass of water and came back from outside, was already stunned, standing at the door and looking at Meng Fan in surprise and not knowing what to say.

Time was consuming like this, and Old Man Zheng's face was getting better and better, although his legs were still unable to move, at least his spirit was much better.

However, Meng Fan was miserable.

His pale face was covered with sweat, his hands shook violently, and his eyes were drowsy, as if he were about to fall down in an instant.

"Meng Fan......" was distressed, Zheng Jiayi couldn't help but rush up anymore: "Take a break......

"I'm fine."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Fan's voice was taken aback, because it became extremely hoarse, and if he didn't listen carefully, he could hardly hear what he was saying.

At this moment, Old Man Zheng's expression also became nervous: "Young man." ”

"Grandpa Zheng, don't speak."

No one knew what Meng Fan wanted, and his reaction was as if he was exchanging his life for Old Man Zheng's fate, which was shocking.

Zheng Jiayi burst into tears.

She's not a cryer, but ...... She couldn't accept Meng Fan's way of saving people at this time, this ...... It's just playing with your life.

Yes, Meng Fan is playing with his life.

He used the acupuncture method of the eight methods of the spirit turtle in "Panlong Duel" to treat the old man's disease, mainly to improve the old man's immunity, and then to cure the disease of muscle atrophy step by step.

It's just that no one knows.

At this time, the flowing time makes people feel like a year, and everyone's heart is in the throat.

Zheng Zhifeng and others, who received the news, hurriedly rushed over from outside, but ...... As soon as he arrived at the door and saw Meng Fan's state of rescuing, he was speechless and choked in a blink of an eye.

Meng Fan, whose face was so pale that he was bloodless, became more and more unable to hold on, and he almost fell down several times, and his hand holding the silver needle tightly became more and more trembling.

Soon, soon!

Meng Fan's heart was even more anxious, and the air flow that slowly flowed out of his palm gradually faded, but outsiders couldn't detect it.

The faint smoke became thinner, and it was not until there was no more that he slowly withdrew his hand, shook his extremely sour palm, and stretched out the three silver needles again.

Pinching the needle, lifting the needle, collecting the needle -

The coherent movements were dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, the two silver needles were lifted out by Meng Fan, but he knelt on the ground with one leg puffed.

"Meng Fan ......"

Zheng Jiayi, who cried into tears, quickly rushed up and was about to help, but he shook his head and refused: "Don't come here, it'll be fine immediately." ”

Only he knows that he must not let outsiders get close when he opens the Panlong Duel, otherwise he will be greatly injured and will not be able to recover in a short time.

However, this strange treatment frightened Zheng Jiayi, and she stayed in place in a daze and didn't know what to do.

The last silver needle, Meng Fan secretly held his breath and condensed, adjusted his breathing evenly, and pinched the silver needle with two fingers, but it was like a thousand pounds, and gently put it away.

Puff -

At the moment when the tip of the needle peeled off the human body, Meng Fan finally collapsed.

Without warning, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Meng Fan—"

Zheng Jiayi, who was the first to react, screamed, and rushed up to protect him without thinking about it: "Meng Fan, what's wrong with you?" Meng Fan, don't scare me......"

No matter how loud her voice was, no matter how high her emotions were, Meng Fan didn't react at all.

"Jiayi, stop shouting." At this time, the old man Zheng, who had finished healing, slowly turned around, his face was red, but his eyes were guilty and said: "His medical skills are too shallow, and he has spent a lot of mental energy in order to treat me, so send him back to his room to rest." ”

Old Man Zheng had been in contact with Meng Fan's master Xu Songling before, and obviously, he also had some understanding of Meng Fan's way of treating himself.

Zheng Jiayi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, crying and screaming for people to send Meng Fan back to her room, as if she had lost half her life.

Meng Fan fell, but Old Man Zheng's body really changed a lot.

He sat up with his hands on the sheets, glanced at the two sons who were standing at the door and looked stunned, his eyes fell on Zheng Zixu, and said with an unkind face: "Now that the little divine doctor is about to take his whole life in order to treat me, what else do you want to say?" ”

"Who knows if he's acting." Zheng Zixu said unconvinced.

"You ......"

Zheng Dexun, who was angry in an instant, changed his face in an uproar, grabbed the water cup next to him and smashed it at his son: "You get out of here, get out of ......"

"Dad, you dissipate your anger, Dad......"

Zheng Zhifeng, who couldn't stand it, quickly ran up and tried to persuade his father worriedly, but the old man was very angry, and it was useless to persuade him.

Helpless, Zheng Zixu had to turn around and leave with his head down.

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