The old house of the He family.

Fu Lao is administering acupuncture treatment to He Zheng.

Because He Zheng's condition is in the brain and eyes, which are crucial parts, one carelessness may lead to irreparable consequences.

Therefore, Fu Lao was extremely cautious and cautious.

He was so engrossed in each stitch that he had to stop and think carefully for a long time before moving on to the next stitch.

Half an hour later, the weather in May was not very hot, but beads of sweat were already faintly appearing on Fu Lao's forehead.

He was holding his breath and concentrating, his fingertips twisted a silver needle finer than a hair, steadily and accurately pierced into one of He Zheng's acupuncture points, and then carefully operated the silver needle with the technique recorded in the secret book of the thirteenth needle......

Outside the door, because Elder Fu couldn't be disturbed, Meng Yao and the second elder were waiting nervously outside.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and while wiping his forehead with a white cotton and linen sweat towel, Fu Lao walked out.

"Grandpa Fu, how's it going?"

Meng Yao hurriedly asked.

The eyes of the second elder were also anxious and expectant.

"Hehe, it's still relatively smooth." As soon as Fu Lao opened his mouth, he gave a few people a reassurance.

"It's just ......" next sentence, but Fu Lao paused.

The hearts of a few people who had just put down a little were hung up with Fu Lao's tone.

Fu Lao smiled before continuing: "It's not enough to just apply an injection, he has been suffering from a chronic disease for more than ten years, and for the sake of safety, he has to apply an injection twice a week and continue to treat it for six months." However, his eyesight will gradually recover during this time, and after six months, he will be largely unharmed. ”

"Don't suddenly gasp for breath when you speak, okay? I almost scared the hell out of you! Meng Yao patted his chest and muttered, then smiled, "That's hard work, Grandpa Fu, you have a good rest, I'll go see He Zheng first!" ”

She didn't wait for Fu Lao to speak, she had already run to the room where He Zheng was, and several elders looked at her back, all shaking their heads and laughing.

"This girl, as long as it is related to Xiao Zheng, she is very active."

"Hehe, Xiao Zheng is not the same."

……

It was Friday evening.

The sunset reflected the sky red, like a flame burning in the sky.

Meng Haochen was about to go home, pedaling his bicycle and passing by the basketball court of Beidu University.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation behind him.

"Classmate, watch out for the ball!"

At the same time, in the corner of Meng Haochen's eyes, there was a round black shadow with the wind, and it came towards his side face very quickly.

The incident happened suddenly, and it was too late to change direction at this time, Meng Haochen reflexively stretched out his hand to block between the black shadow and himself.

Bang!

The next moment, a basketball slammed into his left hand and rolled to the ground.

"Classmate, are you alright?" Not far away, several boys ran over and asked a little guiltily, "Are you hurt?" ”

Meng Haochen pursed his lips and shook his head, "It's nothing." ”

A few boys breathed a sigh of relief, and someone handed over a bottle of unopened pure water, "I'm sorry, we'll pay attention next time." ”

Meng Haochen didn't answer, and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite, if you have a chance to play ball together, I'll go first." ”

He didn't say anything more, and rode on.

But after riding for a while, Meng Haochen suddenly took a breath of cold air, and his face changed slightly.

He hadn't felt it before, but now after a while, he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his left hand.