"A month? How can it be? ”

This time it was not He Yu who spoke, but Teng Zhan looked at Yan Murong with a look of surprise and surprise.

You must know that Zhang He's two legs have not been used for twelve years, even if they are well maintained, they are not necessarily good. It's like a machine, no matter how clean you wipe the outside, if you don't use it for many years, it will rust on the inside.

"I'm not in the habit of talking big." Yan Murong smiled slightly and explained. "When I was examining the meridians of Uncle Zhang's whole body just now, I had already used internal qi to help him comb the meridians on his legs, and then I would use a silver needle to drain out the congestion that was pressing the nerves."

"Luck Needle?"

Lao Zhang's family doesn't feel anything, Teng Zhan is different, he can be said to have dealt with traditional Chinese medicine since he was born in his life, Qi Yun Needle, the whole Huaxia can be counted with a slap of Qi Yun Needle.

This little bastard, why did he never say that he would use luck needles?

Thinking about it secretly, Teng Zhan felt that Yan Murong couldn't be blamed for this, but it was blamed on the loser girl who didn't tell him.

In an instant, Teng Zhan's eyes lost their previous decadence and guilt, and became shiny and shiny, looking at Yan Murong's eyes was also the same as a hooligan seeing a beautiful woman - oh no, it was the big bad wolf that flickered like a little white rabbit that made Yan Murong feel uncomfortable.

"What are you doing in a daze, do it." Seeing Yan Murong looking at him, Teng Zhan urged urgently.

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded again and again, didn't think about it anymore, took out a seven-inch long needle from the needle box and pinched it between the two.

This time, he did not wipe the needle tip with an alcohol cotton to disinfect, but with a flick of his wrist, the needle tip made a buzzing sound, and before Teng Zhan could see it clearly, the needle tip had already pierced into Zhang He's lower back.

Yan Murong has never said any techniques with needles, of course, the old man has not taught him any techniques, for those who look gorgeous, it is better to cure people.

Yan Murong stared intently at the silver needle in his hand, his thumb and index finger pinched at the end of the needle and gently rotated, seemingly casual, but Teng Zhan still saw the doorway.

Three times clockwise, three times counterclockwise, then gently prick and lift slowly. He had never seen this method before, and he didn't know that Yan Murong was using the internal qi to impact the blood congestion that had formed a blood clot through the transmission of the silver needle.

Yan Murong didn't need to use the eight needles of the Ghost Gate for this kind of small illness, in just five minutes, he didn't even see sweat on his forehead, and the silver needles were pulled out.

Just when everyone was wondering how it ended so quickly, they found that the skin at the place where Yan Murong had pricked the needle on Zhang He's back just now began to gradually turn red, and then, a trace of purple-black liquid oozed out of the pores.

"Doctor Yan, this—"

Seeing this scene, He Yu was startled, but Yan Murong said with a smile. "Auntie, don't worry, these are the bruises that press the nerves, just drain them."

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked at Zhang He, who was lying on the bed, and asked. "Uncle, do you feel in your legs now?"

"Feelings?" Zhang He was stunned and muttered to himself, these two words were both familiar and unfamiliar to him. For so many years, every time the doctor would ask him this, but every time, his answer was still no.

"Give it a try." Yan Murong said.

Zhang He stopped talking, lay on the bed, and his upper body began to twist, because of the force, Yan Murong could see the green tendons bulging behind his neck.

Suddenly, the two legs that had not been felt for more than ten years suddenly bounced, startling everyone except Yan Murong.

Moved?

Really moved?

Great, God is not kind to our Zhang family, He Yu trembled with excitement, his slightly old cheeks were full of tears again, and he threw himself on her husband's body and cried silently. Changjin is the same, although he didn't cry, his eyes were red.

Teng Zhan hadn't come back to his senses yet, and he was even more surprised when he looked at Yan Murong.

That's good? It's incredible. But after thinking about it, since this kid can use his luck needle, this little illness is really nothing to him.

He had also heard Teng Xiangling's grandfather talk about it, and he had seen it in some books, but this thing was like the most mysterious relevant department, he had heard of it, but he had never seen it. I have the fate to see it today, but it is shocking and a little difficult to accept at the same time.

Everyone has jealousy, and Teng Zhan is no exception, when he thinks that he has lived for most of his life and has never touched this threshold, Yan Murong has such an achievement at a young age, he is a little unhappy in his heart - but after thinking about it, this kid can be regarded as his son-in-law no matter what, and he suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

You see, this old man pulled his face last night because Yan Murong was a married man, and now he has completely forgotten about this stubble.

Do you want this kid to teach himself? Teng Zhan thought hesitantly in his heart, thinking about it, and feeling that this was really too shameless. Not to mention losing to this cheap son-in-law in the field he is best at, it is too embarrassing to let him teach himself the luck needle.

Comrade Lao Teng only cares about the problem of face, and he doesn't know that he is so old at all, even if he can learn and practice his internal qi one day, I am afraid that the old ones will not be able to walk.

Feeling the realism coming from his legs, Zhang He couldn't help but get excited, and writhed around on the bed, like a big carp that had been fished ashore.

"Doctor Yan, thank you, thank you so much." He Yu wiped the tears on his face, and was about to kneel down for Yan Murong again, but he was helped up by Yan Murong.

"Auntie, didn't I just say that it is the duty of a doctor to treat diseases and save people, you don't need to thank me." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I forgot." He Yu said repeatedly, then turned his head to look at Teng Zhan, and said with a look of shame. "Dr. Teng, I'm - you see, all these years have really been-"

"Eldest sister, the past is over." Teng Zhan said.

"Hey—okay." He Yu opened his mouth, but he could only respond.

At this moment, Zhang Jin, who was standing aside, suddenly spoke, looked at He Yu and said. "Mom, I want to study Chinese medicine."

"Studying Chinese medicine?" He Yu was stunned for a moment, and then agreed with a full mouth. "Okay, good, if you want to learn, then go and learn, Chinese medicine is good, or what our ancestors left behind, I can't see a bad disease for so many years, Dr. Yan only got two injections and cured it, it should be learned, it should be learned."

As he spoke, he looked at Teng Zhan again and said with some embarrassment. "Doctor Teng, you see-why don't you let Xiao Jin learn from you? We'll pay for it. ”

"No problem." Teng Zhan readily agreed, someone wanted to learn Chinese medicine, which he was happy to see. "Don't mention what tuition is not tuition."

"Thank you, thank you, Xiaojin, don't thank you Dr. Teng soon."

"Thank you, Dr. Teng." Zhang Jin said in a low voice, looking at Yan Murong with an embarrassed expression. "But I want to learn from him."

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PS: Three chapters in a row, the next two chapters will be passed immediately, and I don't know what's wrong with it in the past two days, the migraine hurts badly, and I don't dare to cough loudly when I smoke and smoke.