Hui Heji withdrew his hand in embarrassment, just about to explain.

Matsui suddenly stood up from the hot springs, and although he was still weak, he exposed his naked body to the air, and excitedly cocked his fingers and praised: "Ikeda-kun is right, you are really a miracle doctor." ”

"Grandpa Shi, you can stand up!" Yukimi Ichi exclaimed in surprise.

Hui Heji also looked at Matsui Shiki in surprise, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

For more than a year, Matsui's life had been sustained by modern equipment and his acupuncture and medicinal fumigation techniques, and he had no longer had any ability to move, and it was difficult to even speak, let alone stand up.

There were several quarrels in the living room, and Matsui Masaga and Kazuo Ikeda walked in with straight faces, and they were stunned to see Matsui Shiki standing in the hot spring stretching his arms.

Zhu Tong stretched out his finger and pointed to the middle point on Matsui's chest and pressed him back to the hot spring.

"Mr. Matsui, you can't get too excited."

In fact, Matsui Shiki's current situation is temporary, it is the result of Zhu Tong's black mist effect of guiding the butterfly god with his true qi, once the black mist dissipates and the true qi is consumed, Matsui Shiki will immediately be beaten back to its original form. When he is in a quiet state, his true qi can last longer.

"Please step back, I'm going to take a closer look at Mr. Matsui." Zhu Tong looked around, "If you don't worry, Miss Xuemei can stay." ”

Zhu Tong's words were mainly said to the acupuncture master, just now, he could feel that Hui Heji was also injecting a trace of true qi into Matsui's body, although it was very weak. Zhu Tong instinctively realized that Hui Heji was not a simple person, he was not practicing traditional Chinese medicine exercises, nor was it Ikeda Kazuo's self-cultivation skills, which were somewhat similar to the kung fu of the Golden Buddha Gate.

The internal strength of Buddhism is ever-changing, but it cannot get rid of a fundamental: introverted hidden front; It's really not a good cure. Eighty percent of the title of master of acupuncture is used by Hui Heji to disguise his identity.

Sure enough, Ichi Yukimi's words confirmed Zhu Tong's judgment.

"Master Hui Heji is the presiding officer of Seqing Temple, he may be able to help Mr."

Master Hui Heji is a monk, no wonder his hair is relatively short. What does the presiding officer of the temple represent? This monk is more intelligent and cannot prove that he is of noble character or has a compassionate heart.

Zhu Tong doesn't eat this set, and he has seen the bigger monks, although it is in China, and this is Japan.

"I'm sorry, but that's the rule I have when I see a doctor, and Mr. Ikeda should know that. Also, please bring me two of my colleagues, they are my best assistants. ”

Kazuo Ikeda nodded repeatedly, and when Zhu Tong was treating him at the Shanghai Ocean Hospital, he did not allow outsiders to be present.

When it comes to Japanese monks, it is completely different from the concept in China, they can usually not wear a robe or shave their heads, they can drink wine and eat meat, they can also get married and have children, and even the temple can be passed on to their sons as an inheritance, which is more like a profession. In the same way, Japanese monks do not produce, and mainly rely on incense money to get by, and they can also be tax-free when doing business.

The Seqing Temple of Master Hui Heji is far away from the downtown area, and the temple is small and simple, so the incense money is not prosperous; He has always used acupuncture to treat people by opening a medical hall and earning some money to supplement his livelihood. With the change and development of the times, Western medicine has gradually become popular, and there are fewer people who can do acupuncture. With the increase of age and experience, Hui Heji acupuncture gradually became precious and magical.

As for the medicinal fumigation technique used in the Matsui style, he learned it from an ancient Chinese medical book more than ten years ago, and those books were given to him by the Matsui family.

Now that he saw a Chinese doctor with miraculous acupuncture skills, Hui Heji wanted to observe and learn, but was told that he could not stand by, and his mood was naturally very depressed; Because of his identity and age, he couldn't cheat, so he had to leave the room with Matsui Masaga and Kazuo Ikeda.

"Can we start?" Ichi Xuemei brought it to the door and looked at Zhu Tong very curiously.

"How are you feeling?" Zhu Tong took out Feng Xinghao again, and used the thirteen needles of the ghost gate to puncture the acupoints on the shoulder and back of the Matsui style; It is not to cure the disease, but to balance the qi in the patient's body.

Matsui Shi had also practiced simple internal strength, but helplessly, the long-term illness and torture had already consumed the true qi in his body, and the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate could only stimulate the residual true qi hidden in the viscera, making him look better. The little liar is not in the mood to consume his cultivation to prolong the life of others with words, and he really doesn't know how to start with such a patient.

"Much better, much better." Matsui sighed comfortably, immersed in the relaxation that had not been seen for a long time.

"Grandpa Shi, you will definitely be able to recover your health, I went to Kiyomizu Temple to ask for a visa for you, and I signed it." Yukimi Ichi said happily; "Dr. Li is a true Chinese medicine practitioner, he is a noble person who can cure your illness."

"Miss Xuemei, thank you for your kindness, as long as I live for one day, I won't let that kid mess around." Under Zhu Tong's acupuncture, Matsui Shiki felt better and better, and his originally depressed ambition gradually recovered.

"You'll be able to cure Grandpa Shiki." Yukimi Ichi rolled up her sleeves and began to work for Zhu Tong.

Can you? Zhu Tong smiled bitterly in his heart, if his acupuncture skills could really cure a terminal cancer patient, it would be a miracle. Zhu Tong faced the expectant gaze of Yukimi Ichi, and began to think seriously: How to let Matsui live a few more days?

An hour later, when Kazuo Ikeda accompanied Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong into the Matsui-style hospital room, he saw a strange scene.

Director Li Xiangli and Matsui Shiki, who should be dying, sat in the patio drinking tea, two geisha played music under the porch, and Keiko danced lightly by the hot spring; Miss Yukimi Iike rolled up her sleeves and smiled as she made tea for them.

"Ikeda-kun, come quickly, and thank you for the miracle doctor you invited. Are they Dr. Lee's companions? The hospitality was not good, and it was hard work. ”

Matsui asked Kazuo Ikeda to come over, clapped his hands and asked people to add a few cushions next to the coffee table, picked up the teacup and sighed: "Now I know the preciousness of life, but I didn't expect that I could still enjoy Miss Yukimi's fragrant tea." Ah, thanks to Dr. Lee, I'm in the mood to enjoy the cherry blossoms in Kyutsu. ”

In the middle of the patio, a cherry blossom tree is as brilliant as a cloud, and you can see it in the Matsui style before, but you are not in a good mood now.

"You can't get too excited, Mr. Matsui, let my colleague check it out for you, okay?" Zhu Tong took off the gold needle inserted in Matsui's forehead and motioned to Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong that they could examine the patient.

Bai Jiashu's method of traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than a set of looking, hearing, asking, and cutting; Zheng Shurong studied orthopedics and surgery, and followed Zhu Tong mainly to study; Fortunately, he has a lot of knowledge, and he can understand it by looking at the stack of medical records.

Ten minutes later, Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong stopped one after another and shook their heads at Zhu Tong, meaning: This old man should have died a long time ago, and it is a miracle that he can live until now.

Matsui Shiki could see what they meant, and persuaded him unconcernedly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm content to see you." Dr. Lee said that you are experts and I believe you have done your best. Dr. Lee, now that I still have the energy to do something I've always wanted to do, can I know how much time I have left? Miss Xuemei, don't hide it, I only need three days, it's always okay to stay in this state for three days, right? Zhenghe has gone too far, and I will strip him of all power, including inheritance. Miss Yukimi doesn't have to be angry with him anymore, I'm sorry, the Matsui family has wronged you. ”

"Grandpa Shi, you will definitely get better, Dr. Li is a miracle doctor, he will create miracles." Yukimi Ichi grabbed Matsui's arm and shook it gently, looking at Zhu Tong anxiously.

"Miss Yukimi, don't persuade me, Ikeda-kun, I hope to have your support." Matsui's thin hand caressed Ike Yuki's white and tender wrist, giving Zhu Tong goosebumps on his back.

"Whatever Mr. Shiki's work is going to be, Ikeda will definitely support." Kazuo Ikeda replied with a bowed head.

"I'm afraid it's not easy." Matsui took a sip of the teacup, reveled in the taste for a while, and said, "Miss Yukimi's tea ceremony is already a great success, and we should all be content to enjoy such a good tea." Ikeda-kun, our two families were originally retainers of the Iike family, and for 113 years, thanks to the trust of our masters, we are the two families that we are today. Be content, I want to abolish the treaty of 113 years ago and return the management of the Iike Foundation to Miss Yukimi. ”

"Ahh Mr. Shiki, you ......" Kazuo Ikeda looked at Matsui Shikiki and Yukimi Iike in surprise.

"Yes, I discussed with Miss Xuemei a few years ago that the family's past was too rigid to adapt to the current situation. Miss Yukimi also believes that if she encounters a restless manager, she may bury everything in the Iike Foundation. So, Ms. Yukimi suggested that a board of directors be formed, and thanks to the old lady's kindness, both the Matsui family and the Ikeda family would receive 24% of the family's shares. ”

According to the information obtained by Zhu Tong, in the past, the Ikeda family and the Matsui family only had the right to manage, but not the ownership of property; Their role is similar to that of a housekeeper.

This was a suggestion that would benefit all three parties, as Yukimi Iike took back the management of the property, and the Matsui and Ikeda families also rightfully received a large amount of property. If this suggestion is really what Ichi Yukimi means, the seemingly weak girl is not simple.

Kazuo Ikeda was still hesitating, Matsui-shi's hand trembling slightly, wanting to take another sip of tea, but he couldn't hold the teacup.

"Doctor Li......" Yukimi Iike supported Matsui with all her might, and the old man's body was slowly slipping down.

Zhu Tong took out the phoenix star and stabbed it into the Matsui-style Jizhong acupoint, passing a trace of true qi, barely maintaining the internal breath that supported him.

Matsui gasped and was half-lying on the cushion, sleepy, half-closed eyes; The old man was too excited just now, and the consumption was greater than the supplement, so he almost passed out.

"I agree." Kazuo Ikeda finally made up his mind.

Matsui smiled and nodded, their conversation had been in Chinese, and Zhu Tong was still a little strange; It wasn't until Yukimi Iike waved her hand to let the geisha who played the music step back that she understood a little: they were afraid that such a big decision would be overheard by others; And he and his two companions are thought to have no idea what they mean even if they hear it.

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