Zhao Junyu's eyes were slightly condensed, and his divine sense had scanned the old man's head, and the cause was very clear.

The old man had several shrapnel embedded in his head in his early years, but he did not take it out in time due to the conditions at that time, and he remained in the brain, although he took it out after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the nerve endings in the brain have caused permanent damage, and a small piece of stagnant blood clot has not been able to be removed, and the position is very difficult, and no doctor dares to risk surgery.

That is, in fact, it is necessary to solve the problem of nerve damage, and blood clots, a total of two problems.

For the former Immortal Emperor Zhao Junyu, it was a lot of effort.

It's not complicated now, but Zhao Junyu is not ready to cure him all at once.

Mortals generally do not cherish what is easily obtained.

Zhao Junyu took out a few silver needles, and the old man glanced at them and frowned slightly.

It's not that he hasn't received acupuncture, and the silver needles of those hidden old Chinese medicine practitioners are all heirlooms with extraordinary texture, and some are even rare treasures.

And this young man's silver needle, at first glance, is a very ordinary texture, and it is sold in ordinary medical device stores.

Hey, I don't know which tendon is pulling......

The old man closed his eyes in resignation and sat back in his chair.

Zhao Junyu held three silver needles in his left hand at the same time, and pierced them at a strange angle from the three acupuncture points on the top of the old man's head almost at the same time, and twisted them at the same time, and the palm of his right hand was attached to the old man's temple.

With Zhao Junyu's strange twisting frequency, the silky pure true qi was introduced into the skull by three silver needles, and accurately converged from three directions to the location of the hidden blood clot, melting the blood clot little by little.

The right palm is to gather the true qi and transform the element, and the majestic true yuan is mixed with yang energy, which enters from the temple and continuously warms the damaged cranial nerves.

All of these steps are done at the same time.

Multitasking!

Call...... The mayor and lieutenant general on the side, who did not dare to come out, watched his movements with wide eyes nervously.

The old man only felt an indescribable strange sensation in his whole head, hot and itchy.

It's like a swarm of dense ants gently biting at their own brain tissue.

An unknown panic swept through my heart, and after a while, the uncomfortable feeling began to fade.

Deep in the skull, a tingling sensation came.

And more and more comfortable, more and more relaxed, as if sleeping in the clouds, not wanting to wake up.

The old man snored.

I don't know how long it took.

The feeling of comfort suddenly faded like a tide, and the old man woke up suddenly.

Zhao Junyu had already pulled out the silver needle and pretended it expressionlessly.

"Little friend, is it over?" the old man asked with regret, still greedy for the comfort.

But now he felt a much lighter head.

"There are two more times, and it can be completely cured. Zhao Junyu stood with his hands in his hands, and an inexplicable momentum emanated.

The eyes of the old man in Tang costume contracted, and this young man was unfathomable.

"Xiaoyou's medical skills are amazing, and the old decay is grateful, if you can completely cure the old decay, you will be grateful. The old man said solemnly.

"Can I take this orchid with me?" Zhao Junyu interrupted with an expressionless face.

Looking at Zhao Junyu's indifferent eyes, the battle-hardened old man in Tang costume suddenly shuddered.

Even intuition if you don't say a word, maybe the old life will be explained here.

In fact, his feeling was right, if he inked again, Zhao Junyu might really kill someone.

It doesn't make a difference whether you are a cat or a dog or a founding general.

The old man in Tang costume gave the mayor a look, carefully packed Yunling Jinlan in a wooden box, and sent it to Zhao Junyu.

"It's a pity. Zhao Junyu scolded in his heart, this Yunling Golden Orchid was planted in ordinary soil and was raised as an ordinary orchid, causing the grade to be a little low.

However, something is better than nothing, this is Zhao Junyu's biggest gain from this trip.

"The old man's surname is Sun, and his single name is Yi. I don't know what to call him. "The old man in Tang costume no longer dares to rely on the old and sell the old, and he is honored as Mr. Zhao Junyu.

"My surname is Zhao, just call me Mr. Zhao, as for my origin, you don't have to look it up yourself. Zhao Junyu said that he was about to leave.

Seeing this, Sun Yi stopped being verbose, and the two sides exchanged contact information and agreed on the next treatment time.

Zhao Junyu refused the other party's request to send him off and left on foot.

"This young man must be an earth-shattering man in the future. Looking at Zhao Junyu's back, Sun Yi muttered.

"This son can only be befriended, and must not be offended. Sun Yi suddenly turned around and said solemnly to the mayor and lieutenant general.

By the time Zhao Junyu came to the banquet hall of the hotel, the charity dinner had long since ended and was empty.

"Why are you still here?" Zhao Junyu was stunned.

I saw a beautiful Qianying still sitting lonely next to the table, it was his wife Yin Bingyue.

"You...... You don't say where you're going, you don't answer the phone, I'll wait for you, I'm already planning to leave. Yin Bingyue said with a puffed mouth.

"Well, you've worked hard, we're done beforehand, let's go. Zhao Junyu stepped forward.

A strong manly aura hit, the man was too close, Yin Bingyue hurriedly stepped back and turned around, pretending to be nothing.

The handsome man behind her made her heart a little confused.

But after all, she is the president of a large group, and after a while, she will try to cool herself down again.

Sitting on her Rolls-Royce and seeing the big wooden box in Zhao Junyu's hand, Yin Bingyue didn't ask much, she was a smart woman.

The luxury car galloped out of the central hotel and drove towards the Yin family villa.

In the middle of the night, the sky and sea are almost unimpeded all the way.

After a while, Zhao Junyu's heart moved, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a smile.

"Miss, we're being targeted!" It was Uncle Tie who was driving, and he looked in the rearview mirror with a serious face.

Several unlicensed off-road vehicles were approaching rapidly.

Yin Bingyue immediately sensed the danger.

Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to call the police, a change protruded.

With several hoarse gunshots, the Rolls-Royce's tires were punctured.

With a bang, the Rolls-Royce slammed into the off-road vehicle in front of it, stopped, and then was surrounded by five or six off-road vehicles.

More than a dozen strong men in black came down from Hulala, and they surrounded them with a cruel smile.

"Where are you guys, what do you want to do? This is the Yanjing Yin family's convoy, if you don't want to die, get out of the way!" Uncle Tie Yi was not afraid, got out of the car and said coldly.

"If you don't bother to say anything, kneel down obediently for me, and put your hands on your head, or I will break your legs. A bald ugly man in the lead, looking at the white shadow in the car, licked his tongue greedily at his mouth.

This woman of the Yin family can't move, she can only get over it, and the person is named by the kid of the Wang family in the back, damn it, rich people enjoy the best women, and the dirty work is all done by their own people.

The bald ugly man thought about it, his heart was extremely unbalanced, and a wave of anger came out of his heart, and he turned his head to stare at Zhao Junyu, who was slowly getting out of the car.

The main owner is this kid surnamed Zhao, Wang Shao bid 1.5 million to break the bones of this kid's body, and they are very familiar with this job.

As he spoke, another bus crashed into it, and more than 30 young gangsters with watermelon knives and baseball bats rushed down from the car.

"Aren't you a waste of blood? You can fight three, hit ten, I don't believe you can fight fifty!" A few kilometers away from here, a BMW stopped on the side of the road, Wang Ling and Wang Pengfei, holding binoculars in their hands, watched everything here from afar, and couldn't help laughing.

You're dead!