"Who are you?"

As soon as Jing Fuyin walked into the room, he saw Jiang Xun in the room, and as soon as his eyes moved, he saw Jing Chunfeng, who had already pierced a lot of silver needles all over his body, lying on the bed.

His complexion was blue and black, and his breath was weak, as if he was terminally ill and powerless.

In an instant, Jing Fuyin panicked:

"What are you doing?"

"What do you want to do to my grandpa?"

This sudden sound startled Jiang Xun, and when he looked back in a hurry, he saw a woman standing behind him with plain clothes and a cold face.

As he said before, this set of Yama needles is very demanding, and the slightest mistake will lead to a catastrophe, so he was so engrossed just now that he didn't notice that there was an extra person in the room.

But.

He already knew the news that Jing Chunfeng had a granddaughter, and reacted instantly:

"I'm treating Jing Lao, don't bother now."

"Heal?" But she didn't want to, Jing Fuyin's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled: "Are you treating my grandfather again, and this deceitful Chinese medicine again?" ”

Deceitful Chinese medicine?

Jiang Xun was stunned and glanced at Jing Fuyin strangely.

This is not like what a national doctor should say, after all, Jing Chunfeng has been invading the art of Chinese medicine all his life, and his means have already reached the sky.

As the granddaughter of Jing Chunfeng.

Even if you don't inherit the mantle, you should at least understand that Chinese medicine is a serious thing, right?

Even say that Chinese medicine is useless?

Are you sure you're not mistaken?

"Get out of the way!" But Jiang Xun was stunned, but Jing Fuyin had already rushed up, glaring at Jiang Xun with a cold face:

"You're not saving people, you're killing people!"

"Stop now!"

"Otherwise, I'll call the police and arrest you!"

"If I stop now, Jing Lao will definitely die." Jiang Xun shook his head, still as steady as Mount Tai.

The Yama needle is a bow and there is no turning back.

If you stop halfway.

The previous efforts will be completely useless, and it will even backfire on the patient himself, with the current situation of Jing Chunfeng, once the treatment is really stopped, it is really difficult to save the immortals.

"You ......"

Jing Fuyin's face stiffened, no matter what, she was also Jing Chunfeng's granddaughter, even if she didn't trust Chinese medicine very much, but she obviously knew the rules, and she was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"I suggest you leave now and stay at the door." Jiang Xun saw her helplessness, and said calmly at this time:

"Of course, if you don't want to go, just sit and don't move, just wait and see."

"Remember, don't disturb me!"

Jing Fuyin hesitated for a moment, and finally was not very relieved: "My grandfather's health has always been very poor, severe neurasthenia, and the cardiopulmonary function of the body is relatively poor, and there is nothing wrong with other aspects." ”

"I'm also a doctor, if you need any help, you can tell me, and if you can't figure it out, we can transfer to the hospital right now."

"Western medicine?" Jiang Xun raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Jing Fuyin nodded.

This answer made Jiang Xun couldn't help but glance at Jing Chunfeng, who was no longer able to speak at the moment.

As a holy hand of Chinese medicine.

But his granddaughter went to study Western medicine.

The relationship between Jing Chunfeng and this granddaughter is probably not very good.

However, Jiang Xun didn't hesitate about Jing Fuyin's words: "If you don't worry, you can let the ambulance of 120 come over and stand by now, although I think it's a waste for them to come." ”

"As for the rest, you just have to stay quiet."

"You!" Jing Fuyin was a little annoyed, but what Jiang Xun said was really good, he didn't say anything more at the moment, took out his mobile phone and began to contact the ambulance.

Although there was an episode of Jing Fuyin, Jiang Xun's movements did not stop, and in just a few moments, the silver needles on Jing Chunfeng's body had already added a few more.

And with such kung fu, the black qi on Jing Chunfeng's face became even stronger, and even turned purple black, and the whole person showed a painful look.

Jing Fuyin had just come in, and when she saw this scene, she was immediately frightened: "Grandpa! ”

"Don't move! Take a step forward, and your grandfather will die! Jiang Xun scolded, his face was extremely serious.

Jing Fuyin said angrily: "You are killing someone!" ”

However, he didn't dare to step forward again, just looked at his grandfather with a nervous face, and his beautiful eyes were full of panic and panic.

Homicide?

Jiang Xun shrugged, not bothering to explain anything.

I saw him pick up a piece of ginger that he had just prepared, break the ginger with his hand, and then pull up Jing Chunfeng's left hand, and began to blow along the Shaoyang Sutra of his hand.

Every time, Jing Chunfeng's face became more ugly.

However, if you look closely, you will find that Jing Chunfeng, who was still a little painful, gradually eased up with the ginger blowing.

"The ambulance will be there soon!"

"Stop!"

"What did you do to my grandfather!"

“……”

Jing Fuyin next to him kept talking on the side, but Jiang Xun didn't pay attention to him from beginning to end.

Finally.

When Jing Chunfeng's face was completely dark, Jiang Xun put down the ginger in his hand, took out a silver needle again, and then stabbed straight towards Jing Chunfeng's Baihui acupoint!

"What do you do!"

"Stop!"

"You, this is my grandfather's life!"

Jing Fuyin's face turned pale with fright, and she couldn't care so much at this time, so she wanted to step forward to stop Jiang Xun, but unfortunately, she was finally too late.

Because the silver needle in Jiang Xun's hand had pierced straight into Jing Chunfeng's Baihui acupoint!

And at the same time.

Jing Chunfeng's left hand pointed out namelessly, and suddenly there was a fishy smell, which was disgusting.

This is......

Jing Fuyin suddenly wondered, looked down, and saw that in his grandfather's nameless point, a drop of ink-like sticky matter overflowed, and it was not like blood, it was completely paste.

And that stench is emitted with these few drops of "ink".

This is......

"This is the accumulation of poison and cold in Jing Lao's body." As if he had guessed her thoughts, Jiang Xun said flatly, while using the other half of the ginger left just now.

Surprisingly.

The pitch-black "ink" was absorbed immediately after dripping onto the ginger, but the overall color of the ginger began to darken slightly.

Accumulation of poison?

Algidity?

To be honest, Jing Fuyin didn't believe it, but now was not the time to discuss this, she just looked at her grandfather expectantly.

What relieved her was.

Jing Chunfeng's originally dark complexion will begin to fade gradually, slowly moving towards a normal complexion, and even the originally faint aura will gradually fall into stability.

Five drops of "ink" dripped, Jiang Xun glanced at the ginger, the whole piece of ginger had completely turned black, and it looked crystal clear at first glance.

It looks like it's carved out of obsidian.

"Not bad." Jiang Xun nodded, put the "obsidian ginger" in his pocket, and then began to pull out the needles from Jing Chunfeng's body one by one.

The process is not simple either.

Each stitch has a specific sequence, and the time between them varies.

However, in the middle of the effort, Jiang Xun was not idle.

In between, he took advantage of the time between to pick up the banknotes on the side and began to write.

Finally.

Another full half hour was over, and the last silver needle was removed.

Jiang Xun carefully put away the silver needle, and then stood up:

"Alright."

"Okay?" Jing Fuyin was a little skeptical.

glanced at his grandfather, although he looked calm now, he hadn't woken up yet.

"Jing Lao shouldn't have slept so well for a long time, let him sleep well, of course, I guess you should take Jing Lao to the hospital for an examination, when I didn't say it."

Jiang Xun didn't bother to be verbose, and as he spoke, he handed over the things he had written before.

"This is ......" Jing Fuyin raised his eyebrows: "Prescription?" ”

It is indeed a prescription.

Details down to the cost of each Chinese medicine, as well as instructions on how to boil it.

"This prescription is enough for Jing Lao to eat for a week, and I will come for a second treatment after a week."

"The rest is gone."

Jiang Xun waved his hand, turned around and left, but when he walked to the door, he seemed to think of something, and turned around and reminded:

"By the way, tell Jing Lao when the time comes."

"Promise me something."

"Don't forget."

Dropping the last sentence, Jiang Xun left completely.

Leaving Jingfuyin, the number of complexions changed......