The brain acupoint, located 2.5 inches up the back of the neck, is an extremely important acupuncture point on the head, which controls the nerves of the human body.

"Old man, is there a way? Do you have to acupuncture that acupuncture point? Yan Murong asked with some concern.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the old man, it's just that Dong Wuxian's strange illness is really rare, and it's not a physical illness, but a psychological one. Even if you put such a disease in the most advanced hospital in the world and find the most authoritative doctor, you may not be able to have a good treatment, let alone traditional Chinese medicine.

After thousands of years of inheritance, Chinese medicine has been forgotten by people at the same time, but also put on a veil of mystery, plus there are also many Chinese medicine novels in modern novels, and Chinese medicine is praised as an omnipotent divine skill, but Yan Murong knows that although Chinese medicine is powerful, it may not be able to cure some diseases. Therefore, even if he runs a hospital, he also advocates the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, so that he can effectively and quickly carry out the fastest and most effective treatment according to the patient's condition.

"Fake Death." The old man put down Dong Wutear's wrist, looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Fake Death?" Yan Murong was a little strange. "Old man, didn't I tell you, how did you come up with a fake death syndrome?"

"It's a lot like suspended animation." The old man stood up and said. "In Western medicine, they call this condition a vegetative state, and in Chinese medicine, it is called suspended animation—the patient is functioning normally, but he is not conscious, as if he is asleep."

"Isn't that what the little snake said right?" Yan Murong asked.

"It's not wrong." The old man thought for a moment and said. "I have never seen this kind of disease, but the principle is the same, the human brain is the most complex place in the human body, but the brain acupoint is the acupuncture point that controls the human brain nerves, and effectively stimulates the brain acupoint, which may allow the patient to recover - in fact, you can also treat it."

"Me?" Yan Murong pointed at himself and shook his head again and again. "I can't, her situation is too special, simple acupuncture can't have any effect, if you want to cooperate with the internal qi, I don't have any confidence at all - the nerves of the human brain are too fragile, if it is changed to another place, I am 100% sure, but here, I am not even 30% sure."

"You're not unsure." The old man shook his head, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "How sure are you if it's an irrelevant person?"

"Irrelevant people?" Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "Four or fifty percent."

"Huh." The old man laughed. "So, it's not that you're not sure, but you're worried that you'll be blamed by the girl doll if you fail."

"Maybe." Yan Murong nodded and said. "How sure are you, old man?"

"I'm not sure." The old man laughed. "This disease is not cured by traditional Chinese medicine, I am sure enough about the needle, but I dare not guarantee whether it can be successful."

"Then you'd better come." Yan Murong said. "Even if it doesn't work out, I don't have to feel guilty."

"Little bastard." The old man scolded angrily before speaking. "If you want me to make a move, you can go, go to the mountains and catch two pheasants for me and come back, I'm hungry."

"You're hungry." Yan Murong pursed his lips, but still turned around and walked out, he also knew that the old man was not not without doing anything, but he had to think about how to get the needle, no matter how clever the doctor was, before treating the patient, he had to have a treatment plan. If there is no treatment plan, it is not a miracle doctor, it is a nerve.

"How's my sister?" As soon as Yan Murong came out, Dong Wuyan hurriedly walked over, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and asked with a worried face.

"It's not a big problem, the old man will make a move." Yan Murong comforted the woman who had inexplicably ridden herself as a horse last night before saying. "But he also needs a little time to prepare—let's go, don't stand here, take you to the mountains for a turn, see the great scenery of the motherland, and grab some game to replenish the old thing's head, and he can't think of a good way to save his brain cells from burning too much."

Seeing Yan Murong's attitude, Dong Wuyan was also relieved.

He has seen Yan Murong's medical skills, since the old man is his master, his medical skills should be more powerful than Yan Murong, since he agrees to make a move, there must be a way to treat it, instead of worrying so much, it is better to let yourself relax, maybe as soon as she wakes up tomorrow, her sister will be standing in front of her alive again.

After figuring it out, Dong Wuyan's mood was much better, and he looked at Yan Murong and said. "Okay, I've never hunted before, do you have a gun?"

"Guns?" Yan Murong smiled dumbly. "Do you think there's that kind of high-tech in this ravine?"

"How do you hunt then?" Su Qingwu was also very curious. This woman had been in the city for a long time, and as soon as she entered the mountain, she answered the sentence - the hillbilly entered the city, and everything was fresh. It's just that the situation is the opposite.

"Wait." Yan Murong smiled, turned around and walked into the old man's house, and after a while, he walked out with a longbow and a quiver, raised his hand, and said. "Which of you two will use it?"

"I will." The two women said at the same time.

"Yo? Do you still use this thing? The two women's unanimous answers made Yan Murong a little surprised and asked. It's not a slingshot, it's not that useful. ”

"I know." Su Qingwu took the bow from Yan Murong's hand, pulled the bowstring decently, and said. "I usually go to the shooting range to play archery when I'm fine, this kind of bow should be similar to that kind of sports bow, right?"

"I've also played with sports bows." Dong Wuyan echoed and said.

"Almost." Yan Murong nodded and said. "It's just that the bow used for the competition is more high-tech, and this kind of bow is purely technical."

After speaking, Yan Murong asked the two women to wait for a while, then ran to the neighbor's house, borrowed a bow and a quiver, and walked back, handed it to Dong Wuyan and said. "Alright, one of you two. Be careful, don't hurt yourself - if you encounter a wolf or a bear or something, run away, this thing can't shoot large animals. ”

"What about you?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong's empty hands and asked strangely.

"Me?" Yan Murong laughed, raised his fist and raised it. "See? A punch the size of a punching bag, and the group of tigers and bears that I can smash with my fists are scurrying around with their heads. ”

"Virtue." Su Qingwu pursed her lips, obviously not believing Yan Murong's words. It's okay to hit people, but if you beat a bear, his fist is still a little smaller.