"Mr. Yan, when do you think you can start?" Mitsui Toshiming looked at Yan Murong a little anxiously and asked.

"Let's get started now."

"Okay." Mitsui Toshiaki's face was happy, and he waved to the bodyguard standing not far away, and after a while, several middle-aged people in white coats walked over with a look of fear under the leadership of the bodyguard.

"Mr. Yan, these are the best brain doctors in our island country, and I asked them to help you."

"I don't need to." Yan Murong refused directly without thinking about it and said. "I don't need anyone's help but my friends, and I can't be disturbed by anyone while I'm healing."

"This—" Toshiaki Mitsui hesitated.

"You don't believe me?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"No, no, you misunderstood." Toshiaki Mitsui shook his head again and again and waved his hand at the bodyguard. "Since they don't need to, then I'll let them go."

As soon as the doctors left, a young woman who looked like a nanny walked down the stairs quickly, and before she could get to the front, she shouted to Toshiaki Mitsui in a hurried tone.

Hearing the words of protection, Toshiaki Mitsui's face changed.

"Mr. Yan, please come with me, my father's illness has attacked."

"Let's go." Yan Murong stood up and said. "It seems that the other party can't wait for your father's life."

I followed Toshiaki Mitsui to the bedroom where he had been yesterday, and as soon as he reached the door, he heard a heart-rending howl coming from inside, which sounded extremely painful. Pushing the door in, I saw Masao Mitsui lying on the bed, and in order to ensure that he didn't do anything to hurt himself, his hands and feet had been fixed on the bed with ropes.

At this time, Mitsui Masao's face was extremely ugly and painful, his body was constantly struggling, and he was still yelling in his mouth.

"What did he say?" Yan Murong asked.

"My father said - kill him, kill him." Mitsui Toshiaki's face couldn't see anywhere, and while worrying about his father, he also hated the person who made his father like this.

"You go out first, I'm going to do it." Yan Murong said softly.

"But—"

"Nothing." Yan Murong interrupted Mitsui Toshiaki's words. "I will not harm your father if I collect money for treatment—as I said just now, no one can disturb me while I am healing."

"W-okay." Mitsui Toshiaki hesitated slightly, then bent down, bowed to Yan Murong, and said with sincerity and pleading on his face. "Mr. Yan, my father will entrust you."

Yan Murong didn't speak, just waved his hand. After Mitsui Toshiaki went out, he looked at the little snake and said. "Is there a way?"

"It's kind of difficult." The little snake thought for a moment and said. "I haven't touched this thing yet, but I also have some understanding, you plan to lure the Gu worms out?"

"What if you don't draw it out?" Yan Murong asked. "Judging from the current situation, it is obvious that someone is already manipulating the Gu worms, and if the Gu worms are not lured out, I am not sure that I can suppress them."

"You want me to use poison to suppress it?" The little snake asked.

"That's a way to go." Yan Murong touched his chin and asked. "I just don't know if it's okay?"

"Yes, yes." Little Snake said. "But I'm not sure if that Gu worm will be sensitive to my poison, you know, the reason why this thing is called Gu poison is because those Gu worms have been raised with all kinds of poisons since childhood, I'm afraid that a small dose won't work, and if the dose is large, I will poison this guy to death - even if I don't poison it, I guess I will become an idiot."

"I'll be in charge of hanging his life, and you can find a way to lure the Gu worm out, so it's better than letting him die." Yan Murong pursed his lips. He is only responsible for saving Mitsui Masao's life, and as for whether the little snake will turn him into an idiot, it is not his concern. Anyway, Toshiaki Mitsui only asked for his father to live - it was okay to be an idiot.

"Then let's do it." The little snake nodded, walked over to Masao Mitsui, and without thinking about it, his fingers swept over Masao Mitsui's face, which immediately made him faint.

"It's my turn." Yan Murong smiled, unhurriedly rolled up Mitsui Masao's sleeves, opened the needle box and took out two silver needles, and after eliminating the poison with alcohol cotton, he quickly made a move, and after a while, Mitsui Masao's head and chest were full of dense silver needles.

Yan Murong's movements did not stop, after tying all the silver needles, his index finger and middle finger overlapped, and then he flicked lightly on each silver needle.

"Hum—"

The tail of the silver needle that was played by Yan Murong began to tremble, making a "buzzing" sound, but what was surprising was that only the needle tail was trembling, but the tip of the needle was firmly rooted in Mitsui Masao's body, and he didn't move.

"This is? Is there a ghost door? The little snake asked with a surprised expression.

Although she used poison, she also knew very well about the acupuncture methods used by Yan Murong. One needle to help the wounded, two needles to condense the soul, three needles to continue life, four needles to return to yang, and five needles to change yin and yang. It's just that Yan Murong is using the technique now, no matter how she looks at it, she can't understand it.

The eight needles of the ghost gate pay attention to the qi luck needle, and the silver needle must be used to pass the silver needle with internal strength before entering the acupuncture points of the human body to have the best effect.

"Of course." Yan Murong grinned and said with a smug smile. "Hehe, if the old man knows about this, he will have to vomit three liters of blood when he is angry."

"What's going on?" The little snake looked curious.

"I made my own." Yan Murong looked proud. "The last time I went back to treat Dong Wuxian, I accidentally broke through to the fourth layer of internal strength, so I came up with such a method to use the Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate, which not only has a good effect, but also saves effort."

"Is that okay?" The little snake asked in surprise. "Have you tried?"

"This—not yet." Yan Murong looked shy, pointed to Mitsui Masao on the bed, and said. "I've been busy lately, and I rarely see a doctor, so I haven't tried it, but isn't there just one for me to give it a try?"

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The little snake was speechless for a while, feeling that this guy had tested Masao Mitsui as a guinea pig. How to say that this guy can be regarded as a descendant of the ghost doctor, according to the past, it is a famous orthodox, but she suddenly found that this guy's behavior is not a bit of a famous orthodox, but more like a Mongolian doctor who sets up a rag sign on the street.

"Alright, let's talk about it when we're done." Yan Murong looked at Mitsui Masao, whose face still looked painful, and said. "I've sealed his meridians with needles, and he won't die for a while, and now, it's up to you, a master of poisoning."