Feng Qianyan smiled slightly, took out a plate of snacks from the space, pretended to be conjured, and stepped forward and handed it to the little boy: "Take it and distribute it to your younger brothers and sisters, and your eldest brother and I will go in and see your grandfather, okay?"

Qi Anze was a little embarrassed: "Miss-"

Feng Qianyan smiled and shook his head: "It's okay." Let's go inside. ”

"Big brother——?" The little boy held the plate and looked up at Qi Anze.

Qi Anze touched the boy's head and nodded in agreement: "Go ahead." ”

With the permission of the eldest brother, the little boy took snacks and took his younger siblings to the side room.

"Let the eldest lady smile. Qi Anze said, pushing open the door of the room in the middle, "They are still children." ”

Feng Qianyan looked at Qi Anze who was standing by the door, and sighed in his heart: Twelve years old, aren't you also a child?

Walking into the room, Feng Qiyan looked around. The room was 17 or 8 square meters, very simple and old, just a bed, a cabinet and a table. Although the windows were closed and the light was a little dim, I could still see that the house was clean.

On the dilapidated bed, an old man in his sixties was lying. Feng Qianyan walked to the window and looked at it carefully for a while.

The old man was very thin, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak.

"How long has he been unconscious?" Feng Qianyan looked at Qi Anze and asked.

"It's been three days. Qi Anze was slightly surprised, this Miss Feng just looked at it, and knew that her grandfather was already unconscious, not asleep?

Feng Qianyan sat on the edge of the bed, took the old man's hand out of the quilt, and stretched out his little hand to check the pulse.

"Does that Ji Rufeng mean that your grandfather has an old injury that has not healed, and he has become ill from hard work, coupled with the invasion of evil spirits by the external cold, which causes the lung qi to retrograde and injure the qi and blood. Feng Qian Yan said as he took the pulse.

Qi Anze was taken aback: "Yes, Doctor Ji did say so." How did the eldest lady know?!"

"Hehe, hehe. Feng Qian Yan shook his head, but smiled silently.

After a moment, Feng Qianyan withdrew his little hand and stood up.

"Untie your grandfather's shirt, and I'll give you a needle. ”

Qi Anze's eyes lit up, and he was a little excited: "Shi Acupuncture, the eldest lady is going to treat grandpa?"

Although he couldn't bear to hit him, Feng Qianyan could only choose to tell the truth: "No." I need to make sure of my condition. ”

As soon as Feng Yanyan's words fell, Qi Anze's eyes instantly dimmed. Silently stepped forward and unbuttoned the old man's shirt and exposed his chest.

Feng Qianyan took out six silver needles and placed three on each side of the chest. Unleashed his spiritual power to probe into the old man's body, and the wind poured down his beautiful eyes. Sure enough, it was the same as inferred from the pulse. The old man's lungs were covered with large and small tumors, and they had occupied the chest cavity. In modern times, this is a typical terminal stage of lung cancer, which must have metastasized to the abdominal cavity.

Slowly taking off the silver needles one by one, Feng Qianyan was thinking about how to talk to Qi Anze about this in his heart. Although, time and space have changed, and the world has changed, but this disease has reached this level, and as in modern times, there is no treatment and therapeutic significance. At least that's the case in the perception of the wind. All that can be done now is to minimize the suffering of the elderly and let them leave calmly and serenely.

Feng Qianyan put away the silver needle, stood up, took a deep breath, and raised his head to look at Qi Anze.