Chapter Twenty-Seven: Three-Year-Old Children Don't Believe

Acupuncture does have a long history in China, and it is quite effective for some diseases, but at least it is only the Xinglin Guoshou who has been immersed in this Tao for twenty or thirty years that has this level.

And Fang Lie, who is less than thirty years old, may only be able to fool patients with acupuncture and moxibustion.

"Let's send it to the hospital!" The squad leader stepped forward and played a round game.

Fang Lie ignored the disturbance in his ears, looked directly at Li Shasha, and said, "Do you believe me?" ”

Li Shasha was speechless and nodded heavily.

Rinse!

Fang Lie's palm fell, piercing the silver needle into the opponent's neck.

In fact, before the needle, he had quietly used the sensory gloves to help Li Shasha relieve the pain, and now with acupuncture as a cover-up, he directly erased all the pain of Li Shasha.

"Huh?" Li Shasha's body trembled, her beautiful eyes were dazed, and she muttered, "Why doesn't it hurt?" Could it be that I'm in so much pain that I don't feel it? ”

Fang Lie was speechless, and pricked a few more stitches to cover up, and said, "It's okay already, sit still and don't wait, and take the needle in ten minutes!" ”

Li Shasha blinked her eyes, blooming with dazzling brilliance, and said in surprise: "It really doesn't hurt!" ”

Since the accident, she has to endure the pain of cutting almost every day, especially in the past half month, after the painkillers have been ineffective, she has been lying on the knife every day, and the pain is so painful that it is difficult to sleep.

"How did you do that?" Li Shasha cheered and held Fang Lie's arm, like an innocent child: "You are a hundred times more powerful than those experts in Huajing!" ”

Fang Lie pressed the other party's shoulder and said, "Sit down obediently, don't move." ”

Although acupuncture is just a play, if it falls off, it is difficult to explain.

"This? Impossible, right? ”

"How many stitches down, it doesn't hurt?"

"Fake, right? Sasha won't be holding back, will she? ”

The squad leader and the others looked straight and whispered, their tones were full of surprise, and some people even had the idea of two people making a scene, but they quickly excluded themselves.

Li Shasha's painful expression can't be faked, and few people can endure the severe pain and talk and laugh.

However, Huang Jianshan had a different opinion, he had a cold face, and scolded and said, "Sasha, there must be something strange about Fang Lie's silver needle!" His medical skills could never have been so high. ”

"Idiot, Brother Lie met the national hand of Xinglin and got the true biography of the other party!" Tang Jinyi retorted, "His medical skills are highly sought after by many nobles in Rongcheng!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the squad leader and the others changed, and reverence and fire surged in their pupils, the possibility of silver needles doing hands and feet was too small, after all, Fang Lie only used the kind that was very common in pharmacies.

But Xinglin Guoshou is different, this explanation sounds lofty, and it is quite credible!

"Brother Lie, I've had a headache lately, can you help me take a look?"

"And me, Brother Lie, my waist is always sore."

"Don't forget me, I'm sick in my nose!"

A group of people hula-la-la-la-surrounded Fang Lie with a courteous attitude.

People are always afraid of getting sick, and it is rare for them to meet a good doctor, so they naturally can't let it go.

Fang Lie also reminded a few words casually, every time he talked about the illness on one of his bodies, he always shocked the other party, and admired it even more in his heart.

Crunch!

Looking at Fang Lie, who had suddenly become the focus again, Huang Jianshan clenched his fists suddenly, and his face was full of unhappiness.

Ten minutes later, the squad leader and the others finally stopped.