"Little brother Su Hang, are you here?"

When he said goodbye, Su Hang also found that Uncle Ying had changed dramatically.

Not only physically, but also mentally.

After Su Hang left, Uncle Ying went to the hospital to check his body, and the results of the examination made his attending doctor incredible.

Originally, Uncle Ying's physical condition was already quite bad, and the cancer cells had already shown some signs of spreading, so the other party estimated that Uncle Ying only had about half a year to live.

But now, the signs of this spread have completely disappeared.

Not only that, but the condition of the eroded liver part has also improved greatly.

He had been treating cancer for many years and had never seen such a strange development.

If it weren't for Uncle Ying's illness all the time and he had filled in the medical records himself, he would have even wondered if he had encountered the legendary fake medical records.

After confirming again and again, it was not the doctor who examined the machine that made a mistake, and the attending doctor immediately became interested in the changes in Uncle Ying's body.

If he could understand the reason for this change, it would definitely be a super earthquake in the medical field, and he himself would have gained fame and fortune and walked to the pinnacle of his life.

It's just that without Su Hang's consent, Uncle Ying didn't have the slightest intention of revealing the existence of the other party.

After all, if Su Hang didn't plan to keep it secret, with such a skill, it would be impossible for him to be obscure.

Uncle Ying is not an ordinary patient, he is reluctant to say, no matter how much the attending doctor asks, it will be useless.

The attending doctor was naturally extremely disappointed, but Uncle Ying, who got the result, was extremely satisfied.

The results of the examination showed that his sensation was not a delusion, but that his body had really changed for the better.

When hope is rekindled in life, the spirit and spirit will naturally be different.

When I first saw him, Uncle Ying's expression may not be called decadent, but it was definitely full of gloom, and now, this gloom has finally been swept away, and he has regained his original calmness and composure.

It's like being reborn.

Now this is what Uncle Ying should have in Su Hang's impression, and even faintly coincides with the ninth uncle in the fantasy world.

Of course, Su Hang also knows very well that Uncle Nine is Uncle Nine, and Uncle Ying is Uncle Ying.

The two may look the same and have similar personalities, but they are definitely not the same person.

Su Hang coughed lightly and got straight to the point:

"I've found a cure."

"Great!"

Uncle Ying's eyes lit up slightly, and he didn't suspect that Su Hang had only spent one night to overcome the terminal disease that had made human beings helpless so far:

"When are we going to start."

Su Hang took out a box from his arms:

"Right now, is there a bed? It is not very convenient to sit down and administer needles. ”

"Of course, please come with me."

Seeing the needle box in Su Hang's hand, Uncle Ying also guessed Su Hang's plan, and immediately led him to the bedroom.

It's just that the needle box in the hands of Su Hang's little brother seems to be the kind of stall goods that cost a set of dozens of dollars at most? And even the trademark on it was not torn off?

At first, Uncle Ying thought that he was dazzled, after all, with the ability of Su Hang's little brother, the acupuncture and moxibustion skills he performed must be extraordinary, how could the needles used be ordinary?

However, after paying attention to it a few more times, Uncle Ying had to reluctantly admit that the conspicuous pattern on the needle box was indeed a trademark rather than some quaint texture.

Uncle Ying: ......

Su Hang naturally also noticed Uncle Ying's gaze, but Ping Yizhi's acupuncture technique was specially prepared for a martial arts master like Su Hang, and it was naturally different from the acupuncture technique in reality, and the needles used were of course different.

Unless it is made by Su Hang himself, the effects of those acupuncture needles sold outside are basically the same.

However, Su Hang did not mean to explain.

Some things, no matter how much they say, are not as powerful as the direct effect.

After Uncle Ying lay down, Su Hang first checked the situation in his body.

With the suppression of innate true qi, the gray aura did not make any moths, and next, it was time for Su Hang to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

It is like a gale, and it is like lightning.

Su Haihang's finger was like flying, first sealing the acupuncture points of Uncle Ying's five organs, and then twisting up the needles and stabbing them one by one.

Dozens of breaths later, Uncle Ying's chest was already with more than a dozen steel needles.

These steel needles are all attached to the pure innate true qi, which suppresses all the meridians near Uncle Ying's liver, forming a trend of closing the door and beating the dog.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!

Su Hang took a light breath, twisted two steel needles at a time, and after being filled with innate true qi, he suddenly stabbed down.

With the help of acupuncture, Su Hang directly sent his innate true qi into the gray aura, and turned each other into horns, and in an instant, he divided the originally connected gray aura into a small piece.

Suddenly stimulated, the gray aura immediately began to become turbulent, constantly impacting towards the barrier formed by Su Hang's true qi.

Su Hang's hands turned into afterimages, constantly flicking the tails of several steel needles.

Buzz ~ Buzz ~ Buzz ~

When the steel needle trembled, the innate true qi was agitated, and while resisting the impact of the gray aura, it was also slowly smashing the part that the gray aura was divided.

Divide and dissolve!

The gray aura is of course stubborn and difficult, but if it weren't for the fact that it was connected into a large area, the climate would have been formed, and in the face of Su Hang's innate true qi, it would be nothing more than that.

Now, with the help of acupuncture, Su Hang has successfully cut off the connection between the gray breath, and it is naturally easy to clean up.

In fact, even Ping Yizhi himself didn't expect that the quality of Su Hang's innate true qi was so high that he could easily crush the gray aura that represented the lesion.

In his original vision, he just used acupuncture to divide the lesions first, and then slowly consumed them with true qi.

This process is quite time-consuming, taking only three days.

The innate true qi can directly crush the gray aura, saving the time to spend time, and the efficiency will naturally increase greatly.

Su Hang in the fantasy world, it only takes two hours, which is enough to smash the lesions in Uncle Ying's body.

It's just that Su Hang in the real world is obviously not as strong as in the fantasy world, and he can't hold on for so long.

It was only half an hour later, Su Hang felt that there was not much true qi left in his body, and immediately stopped continuing to divide.

Although he didn't succeed in one go, the gray gas in Uncle Ying's body was already reduced by thirty percent.

Under the addition and subtraction, Ping Yi refers to the three days estimated at the beginning, which is not much different.

"How's it going?"

When Su Hang was treated, Uncle Ying didn't dare to disturb him, and it wasn't until this time that Su Hang retrieved the steel needles one by one, and he didn't ask.

"As expected, one more acupuncture tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be done."

After speaking, Su Hang also casually unlocked Uncle Ying's acupoint, and without waiting for him to continue asking, his figure flashed, and he had already left directly.