Cheng Muyou nodded at him, Cheng Qishan knocked twice on the door panel, and said inside, "Father, my cousin has come to see you and wants to help you diagnose and treat, so let's come in." ”

There was no movement in the house, Cheng Qishan glanced at Cheng Muyou and gently pushed the door open.

The room was shady, and the windows were so closed that it was dark, and only the wooden bed facing the door could be faintly seen, and a slightly raised figure on top of the bed.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the house, which was a little choking, Cheng Muyou whispered to Cheng Qishan, "Didn't you say that the uncle used to live in the South Courtyard, why did he get sick and move to this place where there is no light, and the window doesn't open?" ”

Cheng Qishan lowered his voice, "This is my father's own request, he has not wanted to see people since he was sick, and he didn't even let the window open, which is why the air in the house is so dirty." ”

After speaking, he walked gently to the bed, bowed respectfully, and said to the person on the bed, "Father, my cousin made a special trip from Bianliang to help you diagnose your condition. ”

The person in the tent snorted, turned over slightly, and was about to sit up with his hand on the bed board, Cheng Qishan hurriedly walked over, held Cheng Guoguang's arm to help him get up, took a pillow and cushioned it under his waist, and said slowly, "Father, you slow down, don't be in a hurry." ”

Cheng Muyou also bowed deeply to Cheng Guoguang, "Uncle, I came late, I knew that this disease had dragged on for so long, so I would have come here to see you earlier." ”

Cheng Guoguang didn't speak, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked back and forth on Cheng Muyou's body a few times, before he cleared his throat and hissed, "It's okay, if you have this heart, I'll be satisfied." ”

Cheng Muyou raised his eyes, but he was startled when he saw Cheng Guoguang's appearance, his cheeks were sunken, the flesh on his face was all thin, and his eyes, which were always radiant, became dark and gloomy, and his eyes seemed to be full of thoughts, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. The tall nose pestle on the dry face looks too abrupt, and the whole face is a little terrifying. If it weren't for Cheng Qishan calling him a father, Cheng Muyou might not have recognized the person in bed as his uncle who always had a smile on his face and a hearty personality.

"Cousin, let's talk about politeness later, can you take a look at your father's injuries first?"

Cheng Qishan is a filial son, seeing Cheng Guoguang being tortured by illness and getting thinner, he has always been worried, this time Cheng Muyou came over, he was like grasping a life-saving straw, looking forward to it, so he hurriedly turned Cheng Guoguang over with the help of a servant, untied his middle coat, and let Cheng Muyou treat him.

Cheng Muyou wiped his hands clean with a towel, and gently pressed Cheng Guoguang's injury a few times, Cheng Guoguang was in pain, screamed softly, and clenched his hands tightly.

Cheng Muyou stopped pressing, shook his head and said, "No, it's been a few months since it was injured, why is the texture still red and swollen, and according to my judgment, the uncle didn't hurt the bones, just a sprain of the superficial muscles," he lowered his head and muttered for a while, then looked at Cheng Qishan, "Have you ever asked Lang Zhong to come and treat the uncle?" ”

Cheng Qishan nodded hurriedly, and said in his mouth, "On the same day, I invited Mr. Lang Zhongfang from the village to come over, and he treated his father for an hour with the 'suction tube method', thinking that it was fine, but that night, the back pain was even more serious." ”

Cheng Muyou's eyes widened, "Suction tube method? The bamboo pot is boiled in the medicine and pulled out on the acupuncture points by heat, which is a good way to treat muscle pain, but the uncle has just sprained, and he can't use the blood-invigorating therapy for twelve hours, otherwise, it will aggravate the condition. ”

Cheng Qishan was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "What does my cousin mean, is that Fang Langzhong cured his father?" But he still comes to the house once a day to heal his father's wounds......"

Cheng Muyou frowned and said, "I am most afraid of knowing half of everything, especially people who practice medicine, they often do bad things with good intentions, and the uncle is fine, but after being treated by him for a few months, the back injury is even more serious." ”

"That'...... So what to do? Is there a way for my cousin to cure my father? A layer of sweat broke out on Cheng Qishan's head, and his voice trembled.

Cheng Muyou didn't answer him, and said to the little guy standing aside, "Bring my medicine box." ”

The little guy hurriedly handed over the medicine box, Cheng Muyou opened it, took out a palm-sized wooden box from it, opened it, and saw that there were nine needles of different lengths and thicknesses inside, taking advantage of the oil lamp that had just been lit, emitting a shining silver light.

"Cousin, are you going to ...... Want..... What to do? Cheng Qishan stammered.

Cheng Muyou didn't look at him, and his slender fingers pinched out the longest needle, "Acupuncture." ”

Cheng Qishan was stunned for a moment, his head shook like a rattle, "I can't help it, cousin, this can't be done, although this acupuncture has been around since ancient times, but the books that have been handed down are full of errors, I don't know how many doctors have misled, if you go down with such a needle, what if you ...... If he prick the wrong acupuncture point, wouldn't his father be ...... Isn't it ......?"

Cheng Mu looked at him calmly, and smiled slightly, "Qishan, in fact, the Hanlin Medical Court already has an acupuncture bronze man, which is cast in strict accordance with the human body, and the surface is engraved with the fourteen meridians of the human body, and the names of the acupuncture points of each meridian are also marked in detail. ”

"But...... But...... This person is different, just in case...... What if it's wrong? Cheng Qishan has always been cautious, and when it comes to his father, he doesn't dare to be careless, he rubs his hands, and he can't make a decision for a while.

"Just let him try," Cheng Guoguang's old voice came from below, "I'm bedridden all day like this, it's better to die, it's better to give it a try." I'm sure your cousin will be able to heal my back injury. ”

Seeing that his father said so, how dare Cheng Qishan disobey, he looked at Cheng Muyou, "Cousin, what ......is it?" Then the father will entrust it to you. ”

Cheng Muyou nodded, and ordered the little guy to stand in front of the bed with the lamp, and he took advantage of the lamp to press Cheng Guoguang's waist a few times with one hand, and slowly pierced the long needle into his skin with the other hand.

"Shuigou, Houxi, Weizhong, Mingmen, Yangguan, Colon Yu, Hegu." He silently recited the names of the acupuncture points in his mouth, lowered the needle vertically, lifted and twisted, and fingered dexterously and carefully.

Cheng Qishan stood aside, looking at Cheng Guoguang intently, only to see his brows furrowed slightly, his snort became heavier, and suddenly, he snorted lightly, his fingers tightly grasped the sheets, and his eyes widened.