This fat man's name is Wang Shuang, he has some talent in medicine, and by chance he worships under the famous doctor Li Wuzhen, and he is already very complacent. In addition, ordinary patients seek medical treatment, and they welcome him in every way, which fuels his arrogance.

When he said a word, the patients who came to seek medical treatment were speechless for a long time.

After half a ring, a middle-aged man took two steps, and he hesitated for a while, but finally spoke.

"This little brother, let's not talk darkly. Someone saw it just now, and a few luxury cars drove into the backyard of your Wuzhen Hall, so I'm afraid they also came to seek medical treatment, right?"

The fat man was stunned.

Why Li Wuzhen suddenly didn't treat these patients, this product naturally knew in his heart.

Just half an hour ago, two big people from the provincial capital suddenly came to Wuzhen Hall together and asked Li Wuzhen to treat him. These two people are either rich or expensive, rich and powerful, and they can be described as calling for wind and rain in the provincial capital.

Li Wuzhen's Wuzhentang practiced medicine in N City, and there were many places with the help of these two people, so naturally he didn't dare to underestimate it, so he immediately called this fat apprentice to the front hall to stop the afternoon diagnosis and treatment, and concentrate on the diagnosis and treatment of these two big people.

A few words from this middle-aged man are talking about the fat man's heart. When the middle-aged man saw the face of this goods, he suddenly made up his mind a little bit in his heart, made up his mind to retreat, and said with a smile:

"Dr. Li is artistic, and it will definitely not take much time to heal those distinguished guests in the backyard. Just bother the little brother to go and talk to your master, cure the distinguished guests in the backyard, and then come to see everyone, it's the same. ”

"Yes, yes, we're late, it's okay. ”

"We can wait!"

Seeing that there was a glimmer of hope, patients seeking medical treatment helped out.

"Humph!"

After the fat man was stunned for a moment, he quickly came back to his senses, but he didn't care at all, and snorted heavily: "Look at it or not, to whom, that's my master's freedom." Everyone is scattered, let's come back tomorrow. ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people still didn't give up, and they wanted to negotiate hard around the fat man.

Ma Xiaozhen was unhappy in his heart, secretly thinking that this century-old Chinese medicine family of Wuzhentang was really a big bully, and he looked like he was invincible, and he had the intention to teach this fat man a lesson, but he suddenly felt that his heart moved.

On the fingers of his right hand, the ring transformed by the Jiuyi Tianzun pressure cooker suddenly jumped wildly, and even the blood in his whole body boiled.

This feeling Ma Xiaozhen is not strange at all, last time in the Zhaojiagou Taijiquan Gym, Ma Xiaozhen felt such a strange feeling, followed the past, got Zhao Gongtang's two Taiji calligraphy, from which he obtained decades of Taijiquan meaning, in one fell swoop broke through to the peak of internal strength, and reached the realm of a half-step grandmaster.

Could it be that there is a treasure in this Wuzhen Hall?

Ma Xiaozhen suddenly remembered what Xuanhuang Ancestor said, this Wuzhen Hall is related to the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu he is looking for.

Could it be that thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum is in the backyard?

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaozhen hurriedly closed his eyes, condensed all his thoughts on his ring, and carefully experienced it.

For a moment, it seemed that the surroundings were quiet, and Ma Xiaozhen only felt that there was a clear aura in the backyard of this Wuzhen Hall, echoing the ring on his hand.

It's really there!

Ma Xiaozhen was overjoyed in his heart, but he remained silent on the surface, quietly withdrew from the crowd, and walked out of the front hall.

Although he had never seen much of the world and was a complete turtle, he also guessed that the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu must be a priceless treasure.

The fat man has a domineering posture of a shopkeeper, but Ma Xiaozhen is poor and white, his pocket is cleaner than his face, and he is slippers and beach pants, and he looks like a fighter in the dick.

Ma Xiaozhen had a bad impression of this Wuzhen Hall, and he didn't bother to talk to the fat man, so he made up his mind, quietly slipped out of the crowd, unfolded the Lingbo cat step under his feet, and quietly rolled into the backyard.

In the inner courtyard, there was a rare and soft voice in a room, it seemed that the doctor Li Wu was really treating people, Ma Xiaozhen didn't want to make extraneous branches, so he restrained his breath and swept by like a civet cat, and found the source of the clear aura.

This is a study room, with books and paintings, incense and tea, which is quite elegant and full of antiquity. That breath of clarity came from a small wooden box on the table.

On the wooden box, there are eight words engraved with "benevolence and virtue to cultivate the heart, compassion to help the world".

Ma Xiaozhen took a deep breath and opened the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box is a set of silver needles.

Ma Xiaozhen was stunned for a moment, he heard Xuanhuang Ancestor say that Wuzhentang had a relationship with the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu, and he thought that this wooden box was the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu he was looking for, but he didn't expect He Shou Wu to have it, but it was a set of silver needles.

Others were stunned, but the ring on his finger was jumping faster and faster, as if a foodie saw the food and wanted to swallow it in one bite.

Ma Xiaozhen knew that something was wrong, there were words in his mouth, and he pinched a sword trick in his hand.

The ring suddenly jumped off his finger and floated in the air, turning into the true form of a pressure cooker.

In an instant, countless tiny cyan light clusters surged from the silver needle, like a river flowing into the sea and thousands of streams returning to their ancestors, surging into the pressure cooker one after another.

Ma Xiaozhen only felt that a powerful divine thought rushed into his brain, and the ins and outs of this set of silver needles, like a movie, were poured into Ma Xiaozhen's mind in an instant.

The set of silver needles in front of him is the personal utensils of Li Dongming, the founder of Wuzhentang.

Li Dongming has studied Confucianism since childhood, next to a hundred schools, the Star Classic, the Gazetteer, the Nine Palaces, and the music and rhythm have been studied, he was born frail, and his family was also sick, so he changed to Confucianism to practice medicine, studied the books of famous doctors in the past dynasties, and finally became a generation of famous doctors in the Republic of China.

He is especially good at using acupuncture and moxibustion to cooperate with the prescribed drugs, and every time he encounters incurable diseases, he can always take a two-pronged approach, and he is admired by the world, so he is famous.

However, although he was a skilled doctor, he practiced medicine all his life, was busy and had no fixed residence, did not leave any medical works, and his son only learned five or six points in his medical skills. The son and grandson passed on to the grandson, and the grandson Li Wuzhen learned less, only two or three percent, but with these two or three ancestral medical skills, coupled with proper publicity, he also created the name of Wuzhentang, a century-old family of traditional Chinese medicine.

This set of silver needles is the most proud of Li Dongming's medical skills, and even his children and grandchildren have not been truly passed on.

Acupuncture is one of the originators of Chinese medicine. According to the records of the "Imperial Century", in ancient times, Fuxi "tasted a hundred herbs and made nine needles", and its invention of "Fuxi Nine Needles" is an important embodiment of the development of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is also a symbol of the origin of acupuncture therapy. There are a lot of contents about the nine needles in the ancient book "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Lingshu: Nine Needles and Twelve Originals", "Lingshu: Official Needle", "Lingshu: Nine Needles", and "Suwen Needle Solution".

The shape of the nine needles is different, and the effect is different, or round and blunt, used for ironing, pressing to stop bleeding, or sharp, used for pricking and bloodletting, or with a blade, used for cutting and draining pus, each has a medical wonder, the legend has more hidden power, there is an unpredictable power of ghosts and gods, it can be called an ancient artifact.