No. 278, impact!

The huge body of the Hummer pierced the ridges on the mountain road, like a mighty beast running at high speed.

The indifferent girl drove the beast cart and fearlessly rushed to the winding front.

Qin Luo casually admired the rapidly receding small trees and depressed mountains on both sides of the road, and said, "Did the special care go to massage Master according to the method I explained in the past two days?" ”

"Yes." Li said lightly.

"Master's regaining consciousness on one of his fingers is only temporary—but it's also a big improvement. If you persevere, Master will definitely be able to get back on his feet. Master is not old, and when the time comes, he will still be a victorious warrior. Qin Luo said as if he had nothing to say.

He was a little depressed and thought, why are the women around him like this? They are all silent, and if they hadn't taken the initiative to find a topic, they probably wouldn't have spoken all day.

Away from this. Lin Huanxi is like this. The same is true of Wenren Muyue.

Of course, there are also enthusiastic ones. For example, Li Qicheng, and Wang Jiujiu, who is full of green chūn atmosphere.

Li's eyes were also full of strange looks, as if he remembered the scene when he once fought with his righteous father, and muttered, "He has never lost." Didn't lose to the enemy, but to this damn ALS. He must have been sad. He never said anything, but we all understand. ”

"Don't worry. I'm here. Qin Luo looked at his bewildered eyes and said firmly.

thought to myself, according to the movie, when the heroine was fragile and in a trance, she should press her head in her arms in time, and then say some comforting words and do some comforting things - but, when facing leaving, why can't she enter the play?

After a long time, Qin Luo figured out the crux of the problem: he was afraid of beating him.

"What have you learned?" Li turned his head and glanced at Qin Luo and asked.

"Into the realm of the gods." Qin Luo said with a wry smile. Although he was delusional about treating the Dragon King with the realm of entering the gods, he didn't know much about this thing. I only know that it is a perfect fit between medical skills and qigong. To find that certain state, to find that special feeling, to be free from distractions, to be at peace of mind – maybe there are other conditions that are needed to be able to enter that state of 'hope'.

"Into the realm of the gods? What is that? ”

"A state. An adjunctive treatment. Qin Luo pondered the answer with some pain. In the end, he finally gave up and said with some annoyance: "Anyway, you don't understand." When the time comes, you just have to watch. ”

Li really didn't understand Chinese medicine, thinking that her talent was too poor to understand Qin Luo's kind of brilliant medical skills, and she didn't break the habit of asking the end of the casserole, so she said: "As long as you can cure your father-in-law, no matter what method you use." ”

Qin Luo nodded, feeling relieved.

Arriving at the sanatorium, through the heavily protected security guards, Qin Luo and Li came to the small courtyard where the Dragon King lived again.

This time, the dragon king did not lie in the front hall, but under the eaves of the backyard. The eaves of the porch are completely paved with wooden planks, and there is a path that leads directly to the middle of the lake.

In front of the eaves of the corridor is a small lake with clear bottoms, swimming fish and shrimp playing, and the interest is beautiful. In the distance are stacked green hills, with no end in sight, like the green mountains of ink on the painting paper.

The dragon king was lying there, his head raised by the pillow, and he was looking at the mountains and lakes in the middle of the lake.

"You're here." The Dragon King said aloud. Although he had not yet seen a person's face, he could tell who was coming just by hearing the sound of footsteps.

"Master. I'll come and see you. Qin Luo said with a smile.

"Aren't you fighting with people? How did you run out halfway through? The Dragon King laughed and asked.

The dragon king lying on this bamboo chair was just an occasional and somewhat domineering elder. If you don't lift his clothes and see his criss-crossed and countless wounds, it's hard to know his past and glory.

"I learned something over there and thought it might be useful for Master's condition. So give it a try. Qin Luo said.

"Try? Are you a white mouse as a father-in-law? Hearing Qin Luo's words, he glared angrily and said. The knife in his hand stopped, and he made a gesture of throwing it at any time.

"Nope. I'm just-" Qin Luo wanted to explain, but found that he really regarded his master as a white mouse.

"Leave, don't blame Qin Luo." The Dragon King said in persuasion.

He said to Qin Luo again: "I told you a long time ago that my life will be handed over to you." Whatever you want, I just want to see, I have created a miracle for a lifetime, and see if the miracle will happen to me once. ”

"Definitely." Qin Luo thought slightly sourly in his heart. He knew that in fact, before he appeared, the dragon king had given up treatment.

It was only because of his own reprimand that he probably thought that he was more interesting as a young man, so he agreed to give his body to himself and let him dispose of it.

Disease has consumed too much of the Dragon King's heroic spirit.

Li glared at Qin Luo fiercely, then walked along the wooden bridge to the center of the lake, sat on the wooden plank, his feet dangling in the air, and looked at the distant yīn sunken sky in a daze.

Qin Luo looked at her somewhat lonely background, and felt a little pity in his heart. But he smiled and said to the Dragon King, "Master, let's go in." I'll help you with the treatment. ”

"Good. Get in. The Dragon King said.

So, with the help of several guards and nurses, the dragon king and the bamboo chair lying under him were once again carried to a brightly lit part of the antechamber.

Qin Luo asked the nurse to take a box of silver needles over, eliminate the poison, and then began to use the method of Taiyi Divine Needle to acupuncture the Dragon King.

He knew that the body of the Dragon King belonged to the fire genus, and it would only be useful to use the extremely yīn acupuncture method of penetrating the heart and cooling.

When Qin Luo pierced the two main acupoints on his arm, he tapped his fingers on the acupuncture points on his arm. However, the miracle did not happen again. The dragon king's fingers didn't bounce again.

Qin Luo was not angry, he had no distracting thoughts, his eyes were attentive to the silver needle in his hand and the acupuncture points pierced by the silver needle, and then through the medium of the silver needle, he slowly transmitted the 'qi' in his body into the dragon king's body.

In the past, Qin Luo used to change the acupuncture points every two or three minutes. This is done to stimulate the main acupuncture points throughout the body. And his physical strength does not allow him to consume too much time at the same acupuncture point. Otherwise, it is impossible to complete the body with acupuncture.

This time, Qin Luo did not change it easily, and kept working the Dragon King's hand.

Three miles of the hand, at the elbow joint. Supervisor has toothache and hemiplegia.

The qi in Qin Luo's body was like a stream that opened the floodgates, gently but continuously opening into the Dragon King's body through the silver needle flow.

"Is it cool?" Qin Luo asked.

"Cool." The Dragon King replied.

The two of them had gone through this treatment many times, so the Dragon King knew what Qin Luo was asking, and Qin Luo also understood that the Dragon King knew the answer to the question.

Qin Luo nodded, and began to carefully look for that state of 'hope'.

Through the flesh and skin, you can see the air currents in the human body swimming, which is a god. And hope is a feeling.

It is a mysterious state that can be seen, but not actually seen.

This thing was like a naughty child, and the more Qin Luo was in a hurry to find it, the more he couldn't find it.

When he gave up this practice and just single-mindedly urged the 'qi' in his body to swim in the dragon king's body, that feeling suddenly came.

Qin Luo seemed to have opened his eyes all of a sudden, and saw the active state of that qi. Even though his eyes were closed, he still felt like he was seeing.

It was still the same as before, when the qi entered the acupuncture point, it was as if it was blocked by something, but it was only swirling in that small area where it could move.

Muscle ALS, the meridians in the body will naturally gradually wither. It's like the land that has lost its moisture begins to dry up, condense, and finally no grass grows.

When all the meridians in the body lose the function of supplying blood and qi, it is the time for a person's body to fail and die.

The vitality in Qin Luo's body was constantly draining, and soon, he felt weak. This is a non-stop effort and loss, which is far more physically demanding than the previous acupuncture method.

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and then slid down his cheeks. Because he lowered his head slightly, the beads of sweat dripped down the dragon king's arm.

"Take a break." The Dragon King said.

Qin Luo didn't answer, at this critical moment, he had no time to take care of it. It's just that under the command of the silver needle, he used the gas he input to hit the dragon king's depleted and blocked meridians again and again.

It looks like a dike in disrepair, overgrown with weeds and rocks. As long as all these weeds and the rocks can be washed away, its meridians can be used again.

Smack!

Another drop of sweat slipped down, and then it was like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and the beads of sweat on Qin Luo's forehead dripped one after another.

"Qin Luo, rest and rest. You're tired. The Dragon King persuaded again. He felt Qin Luo's exhaustion, and he also heard Qin Luo's somewhat rapid breathing.

However, Qin Luo still didn't stop, his eyes were fixed on the position of the silver needle, and he vigorously injected the qi in his body into the dragon king's body. The tiny gas grew bigger and bigger, like a river converging into a lake, like a lake converging into an ocean—

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble! ——

Again, and again, slammed into the obstacle that held them.

The temperament in his body became less and less, Qin Luo's legs trembled on the ground, and the hand holding the silver needle seemed to be drained of strength, and there was a feeling of floating.

Dozens of shocks in a row, still in vain. This instead inspired the arrogance in Qin Luo's bones.

He wasn't willing to give up, he was going to try again, twice, many times—

Bang!

Suddenly, as if something had shattered, the gas piled up in the air.

Qin Luo's eyes darkened, and he fell headlong.

A pair of slender white hands appeared, and one hugged him in his arms. The slightly scented hand snapped, gently and carefully, wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead like water.

"It turns out that the woman who plays with the knife also has a soft embrace."

This was the thought that flashed through Qin Luo's mind before he fainted.

(PS: Ask for a red ticket.) ）