Rheumatism, this disease is broadly explained, that is, all diseases that cause pain in bones, joints and muscles can be called rheumatism, and rheumatism is also divided into more than 100 kinds of diseases - of course, this is the explanation of Western medicine, for Chinese medicine, rheumatism, is the invasion of cold poison so simple.

What Yan Murong had to do was to use a silver needle to dispel the cold poison for the old man.

The old man has no children and no daughters, he is alone, and he often has a medicine box at home, which is full of internal and external medicines, after Yan Murong finished saying that he wanted acupuncture, Duan Jinxiu ran into the room with a familiar car, and after a while, he ran out with the medicine box.

"There are no silver needles." After rummaging inside for a while, Duan Jinxiu spread his hands and said.

"There's a pharmacy outside, right? Go out and buy it. Yan Murong said that the three silver needles he always had on his body were lent to the old man to torture to extract a confession when he was on the highway.

"What to buy, how expensive is that." Grandma Li spoke. "Jinxiu, you know Lao Zhangtou's pharmacy, right? That's right, it's the one at the entrance of the lane, you go and borrow it from him, he usually comes to help me with medicine when I have a bad pain, and I see that he has a silver needle. ”

Duan Jinxiu answered, stepped on high heels and ran out, and five minutes later, she came back, but behind her was an old man with a thin figure and gray hair.

"Old Zhangtou, why are you here too?" The old lady smiled and said hello.

"I'll take a look." The old man first inquired about the old lady's condition, and then his eyes looked at Yan Murong. "Young man, you said you could cure the old lady of rheumatism? Still, where do I seem to have seen you? ”

"I'm here for the first time, so I might have recognized the wrong person, right?" Yan Murong said. "I'm afraid it won't work to cure Grandma Li's disease, in general, in traditional Chinese medicine, rheumatism is the invasion of cold poison, Grandma Li's rheumatism has been too long, some cold poison has invaded the bones, all I can do is to help her expel the cold poison that has not invaded the bones, and then use traditional Chinese medicine to regulate."

"That's right." Old man Zhang nodded and asked. "I just want to know, what can you do to get rid of drugs?"

"You'll find out later." Yan Murong smiled, took the silver needle handed over by Duan Jinxiu, took out two needles from the needle box, and said. "Grandma Li, please pull your trouser legs above your knees."

When the old lady finished making preparations, Yan Murong's wrist shook, and the two silver needles suddenly made a soft sound, and the tips of the needles trembled, and they sank into the old lady's two knees.

Yan Murong gently stirred the silver needle, and the internal qi followed the silver needle into the old lady's body. This is not a very troublesome disease, and Yan Murong can't afford to use the Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate, just simply use the Qi Luck Needle to control the internal qi and expel the cold poison.

"Mess around." At this time, Old Man Zhang let out a low shout. "Why are you such a mess of this young man? The silver needle hasn't been poisoned yet. ”

"It's been sterilized." Yan Murong said without looking back, looked at the old lady again, and asked. "Grandma Li, how are you feeling now?"

"Feel-ah-" the old lady cried out suddenly. "How do I feel like water is running in my legs?"

"That's not water, it's gas." Yan Murong explained. "I'm going to use my internal qi to help you expel the cold poison."

"Internal qi? Luck needle? Old man Zhang's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed. Are you called Yan Murong? ”

"It's me." Yan Murong nodded in acknowledgement.

"No wonder, then no wonder." Old man Zhang muttered to himself. "I said how do you look so familiar, I've seen you on TV, legend has it that you can use luck needles, I thought it was those people on TV talking nonsense, it turned out to be true - ah, I know why you don't disinfect, amazing, amazing."

Yan Murong smiled silently, the Qi Luck Needle is indeed powerful, but he has suffered a lot, Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, to put it mildly, Western medicine can be achieved quickly, and Chinese medicine is easy to learn, but difficult to learn. Speaking of medicinal materials, there are two or three hundred kinds of commonly used medicinal materials, plus some herbs, it can reach thousands of kinds. First of all, it is an extremely hard thing to understand the role of these medicinal materials, and those medicinal materials are mutually reinforcing, which needs to be memorized and not bad in the slightest. In addition, diagnosing the pulse, recognizing the acupoints, and trying to make Chinese medicine a success, it is impossible to work hard without more than ten or twenty years, and this is only learning, not learning.

As a doctor, if you can't get the first, it proves that your patient has been healed by you.

Some health programs on TV often invite some old Chinese medicine doctors to give lectures, and Yan Murong has watched them a few times, but he scoffs at them. Turning their mouths, Yan Murong is not as good as them. In terms of medical skills, Yan Murong asked himself how many streets he could throw them off - oh no, even if he was wrong, he could throw them a few streets. (Hua Cuo looked aggrieved: Why are you comparing me again?) Lying down and getting shot? The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, the old lady and Duan Jinxiu were afraid of disturbing Yan Murong, but the old man Zhang was staring at Yan Murong without blinking, don't look at Yan Murong's hand movements, just mention it from time to time, but in the eyes of these old Chinese medicine doctors, they are all treasures, and they are all things worth learning.

Ten minutes passed, and Yan Murong pulled the silver needle out of the old lady's knee and asked with a smile. "Grandma Li, how are you feeling now?"

"I'll try." The old lady put down her trouser legs, stood up, walked around the house a few times, kicked her legs again, and suddenly cried out in surprise. "The young man is really capable, my legs usually don't get sick, and sometimes I feel like I'm filled with lead, let you tie it like this, I feel like I'm twenty years younger, and the muscles in my legs don't hurt anymore, God, God."

"What do you old lady know?" Old man Zhang shouted. "Have you read a martial arts novel? Dr. Yan uses the internal qi in martial arts novels, oh, that is, internal strength. He is using his internal strength to help you heal, can he cure it? - You, hurry up and make something delicious for others, you have consumed so much internal strength, how much meat do you have to eat to make up for it? ”

Yan Murong was amused when he heard it, and thought to himself, this old man is too good at, how can he eat his internal strength by eating meat.

"Okay, I'll go grocery shopping right away." The old lady replied repeatedly. "Jinxiu, you quickly entertain your friends to drink water, and I'll go buy vegetables for you to eat—by the way, old Zhang'er, don't leave if you're not busy, let's stay and eat together."

"It's rare for your old lady Li to invite a guest, you just push me away, and I won't leave." Old man Zhang said with a smile.

Walk? Then no, he still has a lot of questions to ask Yan Murong.

PS: The update is late, sorry, I was writing an outline in the afternoon, and I was called out by a friend to play, and I came back a little late.