Jian Ling carefully touched every part of Gleason's body, if it weren't for Gleason holding on to the last ** pants, she would even want to record his reproductive organs.

When she finished, she turned around and went to sort through the notes.

Gleason quickly got up, dressed and buttoned, staring at her back, his face crimson: "Don't you have a little gender in your eyes?" ”

Jian Ling didn't raise his head: "In the eyes of the doctor, there is only the patient, and there is no gender." ”

"But I'm not your patient."

"But the Patriarch of Orr is a patient, so you should sacrifice this time for his old man."

Hearing this, Gleason was stunned: "You want to see a doctor for the Patriarch of Orr?" ”

"Well, what's the problem?"

"Are you sure you can be cured?" Gleason obviously didn't believe that she could really cure the Patriarch of Orr, and his tone was full of doubt, "Maybe your medical skills are very good, but the necrosis is not the ordinary disease you encountered in the past, it is a terminal disease, and there is no way to cure it. ”

His father, who was very knowledgeable, spent almost all of his efforts in the second half of his life on curing the deadblood, and until his death did not bear fruit. Afterwards, he studied for so many years, but still found nothing, with she, a female beast who didn't know much about the beasts, how could she research a solution in a short period of time? That's!

Jian Ling looked at the record in his hand, raised his lips and chuckled: "That's not necessarily, there is no real terminal illness in this world, and it is actually the human heart that gets a terminal illness." ”

Gleason was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

"Obviously not dead physically, but psychologically he has already sentenced himself to death, even if there is a glimmer of life, it will be selectively ignored," she put down the record in her hand, turned her head to look at him, and looked at him with a peaceful gaze, "If you want to live, you must first determine the confidence to live." Don't be knocked down by something that hasn't happened yet. ”

Gleason thought for a moment and smiled wryly, "I know what you mean, but, necrosis is not an ordinary disease. So many of their people have died because of it, and it's definitely not just because of a lack of faith. ”

"Lack of confidence is not the whole reason, but it definitely plays a role in it, medical treatment is important, but if the patient himself does not believe that he can live, even if others do more, what is the use? Alive. It's my own business. ”

Hearing her say so much, Gleason vaguely felt the taste: "You mean, the Elder Patriarch has no confidence to live?" ”

In this regard, she was noncommittal, and asked rhetorically: "Who told him that he only had two years left to live?" ”

"This is the result of our thinking according to the law of development of deadblood."

"Did you say that?" Without waiting for him to answer again, Jian Ling continued. "Are you sure he's going to die in these two years?"

"This ......," Gleason froze, unable to answer.

"If you can't be sure, why do you have to tell the patient about it so clearly? Don't you know. This will create a perception in the patient's mind that 'I'm going to die'. He will constantly hint to himself that since everyone is going to die, what should he do with medicine and treatment, he will simply wait for death honestly. ”

Gleason obviously didn't expect to come up from this layer, and when he heard Jian Ling say this, his face, which had faded slightly, turned red again: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would turn out like this, this time I didn't think it through." ”

I saw him bow his head and admit his mistake. Jian Ling had no intention of comforting him, nor did he continue to blame him, but said lightly: "Two days ago, when I went to deliver medicine to the Ouer Patriarch, I saw that he secretly poured out the medicine, and he looks very open-minded now. But, he was already waiting for death. ”

Hearing this, Gleason immediately raised his head and looked anxious: "How could the patriarch pour the medicine?" Even if those medicines could not cure his illness, they could at least temporarily delay the onset of the disease and reduce his pain. If there is no drug to control it, if he has a seizure, he will definitely be in pain! ”

"Do you think there is any difference between a little more pain and a little less pain for a person who is determined to die?"

"I'm sorry......" he blamed himself, but he knew that now was not the time to feel guilty, and then asked, "So what should we do now?" ”

"If nothing else, let him regain his confidence to live first."

"How do you recover from this?"

"That's your business, I'm only responsible for healing the patient's body, not for the patient's mood, don't try to push everything to me."

Gleason touched his nose, "Okay, I'll try to figure it out." ”

"Well, I still have something to do, let's go first, goodbye."

As soon as Jian Ling turned around, he was stopped by Gleason, and he said, "In the future, if you need to practice acupuncture point models, you can come to me." ”

Previously, he didn't know that Jian Ling was learning acupuncture points to cure deadblood, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but now that he knew, he would try his best to cooperate with her no matter whether it would be successful or not. As long as he works harder, he can have more hope, as long as he can finally find a way to deal with the deadblood, what is the big deal if he suffers such a little pain?

Jian Ling hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Since you have taken the initiative to make requests, I will definitely fulfill your wishes." ”

Looking at her back as she turned away, Gleason remembered the smile she had just made, and vaguely had the illusion of being on a thief ship......

She just said so much, could it be just to wait for his words?!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was very likely......

As if to verify his hunch, the next day, Jian Ling found him with a complete set of silver needles. She opened the bag and revealed all the silver needles inside, the silver needles glistening in the sunlight, and Gleason was covered in a cold sweat.

He unconsciously took a half step back and looked at her vigilantly: "Are you really here?" ”

"You think I'm talking about playing?" Jian Ling took out a long silver needle and carefully wiped it with a disinfectant cotton, "I've studied, the body of the beast clan is naturally stronger than humans, and ordinary medicines can only play a conditioning role. If you want to cure the disease, you have to rely on this silver needle to stimulate the blood veins and nerves through the acupuncture points, and then achieve the effect of radical cure. ”

Gleason was skeptical: "Are you sure you can be cured?" ”

"I'm not sure that this method will be cured, but I can be sure that you have no other way to choose now than this method, unless you don't save the Elder Patriarch."

As soon as he talked about the Patriarch of Orr, Gleason's face immediately changed, he gritted his teeth, and said no more. He took off his glasses, took off his shirt, sat down in a chair, and had a heroic air of generosity: "Come on." ”

Jian Ling took the silver needle, walked up to him, and patted the strong muscles on his shoulder: "Don't be nervous, the muscles are too tight, this needle can't be pierced, and if it breaks into the flesh, it will only be obtained by surgery." ”

Gleason, who finally mustered up his courage, heard her say this, and immediately wrote half of his courage. But the clothes have been taken off, and if you regret it now, it will inevitably look too ungentlemanly.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and close his eyes: "Don't be wordy, hurry up." ”

Seeing his appearance of seeing death as home, Jian Ling couldn't cry or laugh, reached out and pressed on his right arm, pinched the acupuncture point, and pinched: "The muscles are so close, are you scared?" ”

"No, I just haven't pierced this thing, I'm a little nervous."

"Actually, acupuncture doesn't hurt very much, do you know the origin of acupuncture?"

"Well, it is said that it originated in ancient China on the earth, and it was invented by a god called Fuxi, who tasted a hundred medicines and made nine needles, which is a kind of medical technique of 'internal disease and external treatment'."

Jian Ling smiled lightly: "I still know a lot, and I see it from the tree?" ”

"Well, my father taught me to read and write since I was one year old, and since I was a child, these books have been more than my father has spent with me, and they are my closest playmates."

"I see, what about your mother?"

"I don't know, maybe I died in that epidemic, anyway, I haven't seen her since I was very young, and I can't even remember what she looked like now," he paused, and in time to contain his feelings, "Don't waste any more time, hurry up and get a needle." ”

"Don't move, I've already finished five stitches."

Hearing this, Gleason opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head, and saw that there were five silver needles pierced on his arm, and his face was full of disbelief: "When did you pierce it?!" ”

"Just now," Jian Ling smiled and picked up another silver needle, "As long as the acupuncture is in the right position, it doesn't actually hurt, it's because you're too nervous." ”

Gleason had just been distracted by Jian Ling, and he didn't expect that the silver needle had pierced his body at all, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "Your five acupuncture points, all of them are in the right place?" ”

"Hmm," Jian Ling pressed his shoulder, gently plunged the silver needle into the flesh, and then slowly rotated, watching the needle sink in little by little. In the past two days, in order to memorize the body structure of the orcs, she has been pondering this matter almost in her dreams, lest there be a mistake when she does experiments on Gleason.

Gleeson held back his nervousness, and watched Jian Ling get a few stitches one after another, and his mood finally eased up.

He sat motionless on the chair, his eyes followed Jian Ling's fingers, and slowly moved up, his white and slender wrist seemed to be broken with a slight twist. But at this moment, it is incredibly stable, as if it has some kind of strange magic, which makes people feel a sense of trust from the bottom of their hearts for no reason.

He couldn't help but ask softly, "You will definitely be able to cure the illness of the Elder Patriarch, right?" ”

Jian Ling didn't seem to hear his question, she quietly lowered her eyelashes, stared intently at the silver needle in her hand, a few strands of hair hung down from her ears, and the tips of her hair loomed in mid-air.

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I'm sorry, I'm really tired today, my eyelids keep fighting, and I'll put it until tomorrow, even if I get off to sleep first, good night everyone~

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