Chu Yuanyang stood there and watched for a long time, and it was not until Shen Yi buried the wine jar and left that she slowly returned to the cave mansion.

Early the next morning, Zheng Rongrong came to the appointment wearing a lake-green dress.

In the cave mansion, Chu Yuanyang fiddled with the silver needle bag containing hundreds of silver needles with both hands, and when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, he didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "Sit!"

These hundreds of silver needles were purchased when they went down the mountain with Su Manyin Lanxiang and others, and they just liked it at that time, so they bought it in the spirit shop, and the silver needle bag was sewn by themselves, although it looked rough on the needle, but it was better than practical.

Judging from Zheng Rongrong's pulse and her physical reaction, there is no doubt that she is suffering from heart disease, which is commonly known as congenital heart disease.

In the 21st century, with the development of science and technology, this kind of disease can be cured by heart transplantation, but in this era when there are no metal instruments and equipment, what can be used for heart transplantation?

Therefore, it can only be cured by combining acupuncture with traditional Chinese medicine and drug treatment.

So far, she still can't guarantee success, after all, she has never tried.

"Senior Sister Zheng, you untie your clothes and lie on your back on the couch. After fiddling with the silver needle, Chu Yuanyang stretched out his hand and pointed to the stepping road not far away.

Although Zheng Rongrong had doubts in her heart, she still did so, and quickly retreated all her clothes, leaving only a lake-green bandeau and a thin pair of pants.

"The bandeau is also untied!" Chu Yuanyang walked to the side of the washbasin and reached out to wash his fingers without dirt.

When Zheng Rongrong heard this, she lowered her head and glanced at the peony flower in the middle of her bandeau chest, her pale face was flushed with a hint of crimson, and she was cramped for a long time, but she still reached out and slowly untied the bandeau belt, allowing her white and flawless skin to be exposed.

"Senior Sister Zheng, if I ask you anything in a while, you answer. Chu Yuanyang rolled up his wide cuffs and held a slender silver needle with his fingers together.

Zheng Rongrong glanced at the slender silver needle that was bubbling with cold light, and nodded with her eyes closed as if she were going to die.

The fingers were lightly grinded, and the silver needle slowly pierced into the delicate flesh and skin along the strength of the fingers, and finally only a short section of the tail remained, at this time, Chu Yuanyang used his spiritual power and injected it into Zheng Rongrong's acupoint along the silver needle.

"How?" Chu Yuanyang asked in a deep voice.

Zheng Rongrong couldn't care about her shame, and after feeling it, she said: "My heart is a little numb!"

Chu Yuanyang stretched out his hand and pulled out another silver needle, and pierced it into her other acupoint like a magic concoction.

"So what?"

"My heart is a little itchy, like something is flowing out!" Zheng Rongrong said with some fear.

Chu Yuanyang nodded, reached out and tapped a few large acupoints on her chest, and continued to occupy the needle.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"It was swollen, and it felt like my heart was about to explode. ”

"Chu... Sister, I.. I can't do it! I'm so uncomfortable, I can't breathe, it's like I'm having a seizure!"

“......。 ”

Chu Yuanyang pierced Zheng Rongrong's chest with ninety-nine eighty-one silver needles in a row, and then stopped.

Looking at Zheng Rongrong, who was already tired and fainted, Chu Yuanyang put away the silver needle carefully, then turned around and walked out of the cave.

Zheng Rongrong's disease is the most common heart disease caused by congenital heart dysplasia, which requires dredging the meridians of her whole body, causing the tendons and veins to flow retrograde, and then sealing the acupoints of the heart through silver needles, so as to stimulate the second regenerative function of the heart and make it grow again.

Finally, combined with Kufan Chen and several other herbs for the treatment of heart disease, she was refined into a pill, and let her take it, and her illness could be cured in less than a month.

What I have to do now is to go to the medicine garden to refine the elixir.

"It's early today!" As soon as I entered the medicine garden, I heard Feng Lige's sneering voice.

Chu Yuanyang knew that Feng Lige was talking the opposite, on weekdays, she usually didn't wait for dawn to come to the medicine garden to report, but today because she gave Zheng Rongrong an injection, she was two or three hours late, and she didn't pay attention to Feng Lige's cynicism, and went straight into the medicine garden to pick herbs.

Fortunately, she is now an inner disciple, and Elder Miao has given her the right to use the herbal medicine furnace in the medicine garden at will, otherwise, it really wouldn't have gone so well.

Feng Lige, who was screening Luo ions in the shade of the tree, saw her roll up her sleeves, and after picking a few herbs, she went straight into the thatched house, her eyes flashed, she got up from the stone bench, and followed her into the thatched house with a pot of Luo ions.

In the thatched house, Chu Yuanyang sorted out the washed herbs and put them into the Dan furnace the same, and then Ju Ling began to refine the Dan.

While Feng Lige put Luo Ion into the medicine cabinet drawer, his eyes were staring at Chu Yuan's body, staring at her wrist with her sleeves rolled up.

"Luo Ion, give me some!" Chu Yuanyang raised his jaw at Feng Lige's hand.

"Take it yourself, I'm not a kid at your disposal. Feng Lige said this, but his hands were tightened, and he walked to her side with a handful of Luo ions.

Chu Yuanyang stretched out his hand and took some in an appropriate amount, and drank lightly, the huge Dan furnace lid rose to the sound, and when Luo ions were thrown into the Dan furnace, the Dan furnace "banged" and automatically closed.

"What do you have...?" Although Feng Lige's tone was casual and his expression was calm, from the look of his eyes, it was not as relaxed and indifferent as it seemed on the surface.

Chu Yuanyang glanced at Feng Lige: "Senior Brother Feng refers to this silver bracelet?"

Feng Lige turned around and put the remaining Luo ions in his hand back into the drawer of the medicine cabinet: "This bracelet is a treasure, it's a pity to wear it on your hand, and I don't know which unlucky ghost got it by trickery." ”

Chu Yuanyang knew Feng Lige's personality, and knew that what he meant by this sentence was to ask how she got this bracelet, but what he said was too ugly, and she didn't want to deal with it.

The bracelet was given by Xuan Ye, and its function is only to be able to hide his breath well, if he deliberately restricts his breath with this bracelet, then, unless the cultivation exceeds the fit, it is difficult to detect the existence of the person wearing it.

At that time, she didn't know, and after the incident, she was going to take it off and return it to Xuan Ye, but he said that this bracelet was his daughter's thing, and it was useless for him to hold it, so he had to give it to her, and he kept cleverly pointing out that this thing was not valuable.

Now Feng Lige said that she was a baby, so what was the purpose of Xuan Ye's hard stuffing to her?

"This thing is called Hidden Trace, not only can it hide its own aura, but it also has a certain defensive effect, it is a rare high-grade holy weapon!" Feng Lige saw that she was surprised and didn't look like a fake, so he continued: "As far as I know, this thing has appeared on the demon cultivator Mei Ji, and Mei Ji's cultivation, but in the Inner Mansion Period, I don't think that your cultivation can beat Mei Ji." ”

Chu Yuanyang didn't want to answer him, but just replied lightly, 'Oh!', and then there was no follow-up.

High-grade holy weapon, this bracelet is really very valuable, and now she is more and more curious about what Xuan Ye wants from him.

The pill is baked, the fragrance of the medicine is pervasive, twenty grains in one furnace, each of them is round and full, and the color is brown and red.

"Heh, I'm lucky, I actually produced twenty first-grade pills. Feng Lige reached out and picked up a pill, held it with his fingertips, and played carefully: "This pill looks very weird, what is it used for?"

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