On the way here, Song Feng had already learned from Qiao Linlin that Mr. Yang's name was Yang Xiong.

He is a well-known wealthy businessman in Xiangcheng.

The injured man was his nephew, Yang Yongqiang.

Although the two are not father and son, their relationship is better than that of father and son.

Since Yang Yongqiang was injured, Yang Xiong has thought of various ways.

Continuously treat your baby nephew with a famous doctor.

However, Yang Yongqiang was not an ordinary injury.

The damage to the dantian is by no means treatable by ordinary doctors.

Even Wang Bainian was helpless about it.

Afterwards, everyone entered the villa and came to a bedroom inside.

On the bed in the bedroom lay a young man with a pale face and a weak body.

"Yongqiang, you are saved."

Yang Xiong's expression was excited: "Do you know who this gentleman in front of you is? He is a famous doctor in Kyoto, Mr. Song Feng Song."

"Mr. Song has promised me that he will definitely cure your injuries."

"Really?"

Yang Yongqiang's originally empty eyes instantly appeared bright.

looked at Song Feng expectantly.

Song Feng said lightly, "As long as you cooperate, I will definitely be able to heal your injuries."

"I cooperate, I am willing to cooperate."

The dantian was hit hard, and for the martial artist, the severity was equivalent to death.

No matter how sure Song Feng was, since he dared to say such a thing, he must have some ability.

Song Feng stepped closer, grabbed Yang Yongqiang's wrist, and used three fingers to check his pulse.

After a while, Song Feng nodded and said, "The damage to the dantian is relatively not particularly serious, and in about half an hour, I can make you heal."

"Half an hour?!"

Including Yang Yongqiang, everyone in the room except for Qiao Linlin all had their eyes wide open.

I never dreamed that the treatment time given by Song Feng would be so short.

Half an hour for Yang Yongqiang to recover, this is no longer a medical method, but a fairy method.

Yang Xiong was stunned and said, "Mr. Song, do you want to check it carefully?"

"My nephew's injuries are very serious, and I am afraid that he may not be able to heal in half an hour."

"For others, his injury may be a terminal illness, but for me Song Feng, as long as a person still has a breath, I can pull him back from the Hades Palace."

"Not to mention, your nephew's life is not in danger, it's just that the dantian that gathers true qi is affected."

"Half an hour is enough."

These words were braggadocio in the ears of others, and only Qiao Linlin knew how great Song Feng's ability was.

"Mr. Yang, Song Feng never says big things, since he talks for half an hour, you can give him half an hour."

"I think in half an hour, you'll be able to see a healthy nephew."

"Actually, it's troublesome to Mr. Song."

Seeing Qiao Linlin helping to speak, Yang Xiong could only resign himself to fate.

Yang Yongqiang bit his lip and said with a nervous expression, "Mr. Song, after half an hour, will I really be able to recover and continue to practice and use martial arts as before?"

"No problem."

Song Feng had a relaxed smile on his face.

"As long as I relax and don't get too nervous during my treatment, everything can be solved."

With Song Feng's reconfirmation, Yang Yongqiang relaxed his mind and waited for Song Feng's treatment.

Song Feng first stabbed Yang Yongqiang's meridians with a silver needle.

Then the true qi is injected into his body.

In a way that treats both inside and outside, the damaged dantian is restored.

He also instilled another part of his true qi in the dantian.

Warm and nourish the dantian.

As the minutes ticked by, it became very quiet in the bedroom.

Nothing else could be heard except the sound of a heartbeat.

Yang Xiong looked at Song Feng without blinking

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I feel that Song Feng's treatment techniques are not unusual.

It's nothing more than acupuncture plus massage.

This kind of treatment has been used by many of the Chinese medicine practitioners invited before.

Is it another wasted person?

Yang Xiong couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Song Feng's reputation in Kyoto is very big.

But no matter how big it is, I have only heard it, and I have not seen it with my own eyes.

In case the rumors are suspected of exaggeration.

The hope that had just been born will turn to despair.

"That's it."

As soon as half an hour arrived, Song Feng began to pull out the needle.

Song Feng plucked it and said, "Now you follow what I said, Qi Luck Dantian, control the true qi to travel around your body."

"Carry out a three-hour weekly cycle, and then send the true qi back to the dantian."

"Okay."

With Song Feng's treatment for half an hour, Yang Yongqiang on the hospital bed felt a lot more comfortable.

Especially the dantian part, it seems that it is not as uncomfortable as before.

The dantian was damaged, like a vase that had been punched out of a gap.

No matter how much water you put in it, the vase can't store it.

According to Song Feng's instructions, Yang Yongqiang first sat up, and then crossed his knees.

Carried out for multiple weeks.

Little by little, the true qi is sent back to the dantian.

"Mr. Song, how did you do that?"

Yang Yongqiang looked at Song Feng excitedly.

Not only can it control the true qi as usual to run every day.

Even, Yang Yongqiang felt that the current dantian was much thicker than before the injury.

"You don't care how I do it, anyway, you're healed now."

Song Feng said lightly.

"Yongqiang, are you really okay?"

With excitement, Yang Xiong ran to the bedside and asked again and again.

Yang Yongqiang nodded heavily and said, "Uncle, I'm really well, if you don't believe it, I'll show you now."

"Uncle believes, uncle believes, you lie down quickly, don't move."

Yang Xiong was worried that he would be sad and hurriedly pushed Yang Yongqiang back to the bed.

After being injured for so long, my body must still be very weak.

Rashly performing martial arts will definitely increase the burden on the body.

To appease the excited Yang Yongqiang, Yang Xiong led everyone back to the living room.

In the living room, Yang Xiong bowed and saluted Song Feng.

"Yongqiang is the seedling of my Yang family, what are his three strengths and two weaknesses, for my Yang family, it is no less than the sky falling."

"You have repaired his dantian so that he can practice again, which is equivalent to giving him a second life."

"Great kindness, I will never forget, I don't know what Mr. Song needs?"

"Do you want money, or something else?"

"Well, I'll do my best to help you do it."

Song Feng was about to speak, when Qiao Linlin spoke: "Uncle Yang, Song Feng came to Xiangcheng this time to deal with some personal affairs, and there were some things that should not be told to you, but now that everyone is their own, I will reveal it to you."

"Song Feng's personal affairs are actually dealing with an opponent."

"Now we are in the process of searching, once we fight with our mortal enemy, if we need Uncle Yang's help, please ask Uncle Yang to help."

Qiao Linlin's words were very appropriate.

First of all, why Song Feng came to Xiangcheng from Kyoto invisibly brought the relationship between the three of them a big step closer.

became one of their own.

In the end, it was said that the enemy that Song Feng had to deal with was not simple.

I'm afraid I need some help.