"Brother Feng, Brother Dong, I'm bothered!" Seeing Feng Yang and the others coming to the lobby, the old man stood up with a smile.

"Where, it's a shame that the apprentice is not rude, and he has to work for some trivial things!" Feng Yang smiled and hugged his fist with Dong Ming to the other party.

Remembering that Feng Yang and the others had scolded themselves in the backyard just now, Bai Ya couldn't help but pout, and turned his head to look at Tang Hunt behind the old man.

Tang Hunt winked at him narrowly, but did not say hello.

"Without further ado, let's let the old man see this little friend's injuries first, right?" Wang Ling stroked the long hair under his chin and looked at Bai Ya with a smile.

"I'm tired!" Feng Yang and Dong Ming glanced at each other, nodded in response, "Baiya, come here and sit down!"

Bai Ya sat down as he said and put his bear-paw-like left hand on the table.

Wang Ling put his right hand on Bai Ya's wrist and closed his eyes to feel the pulse.

"Huh?!" Wang Ling was silent for a moment, opened his eyes, and showed a hint of surprise on his face, "Raise your hand!"

Bai Ya raised his hand as instructed, letting the other party touch and press on the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. Wang Ling's eyes didn't seem to be looking at a doctor, but like admiring an antique.

"Brother Wang, how is the apprentice's injury?" Feng Yang asked cautiously interrupting.

"The pulse is like flowing water, like a bead!" Wang Ling muttered, "This is the happy pulse!"

"Poof!" As soon as Wang Ling finished speaking, Tang Hunt, who was drinking water, sprayed, and held back his laughter desperately, his face flushed. Even Feng Yang and Dong Ming looked weird, if they hadn't cultivated enough, they would probably have to squirt out.

Your sister, you are happy, your whole family is happy!

Lao Tzu is a man! Bai Ya was so sad and indignant that he withdrew his hand angrily, and wanted to spit on the old man's face.

"White Cliff must not be rude!" Feng Yang scolded with a straight face, and said faintly, "Since Brother Wang said so, he will naturally give a reason!"

Is there a reason for this, and there is also a reason for a man to be happy? It is clearly a quack doctor! Bai Ya was very suspicious that the old man in front of him was deliberately scolding him out of his opinion.

"Ahem, the old man didn't mean that!" Wang Ling came back to his senses and interrupted a little embarrassedly, "Xiaoyou, how many months ago, this hand was seriously injured?"

Bai Ya was stunned, and when Old Man Wang asked this, he remembered it.

He did have a serious injury to his left hand, and that was more than half a year ago. He was still in Shiyangji at that time, and when he entered the flower building to kill the black tiger, this left hand was poked into a transparent hole in the palm of the palm by the horse thief leader with his thumb.

However, Bai Ya's physical pain was still very weak at the beginning, and after he escaped from the Shiyang Collection, he took his metacarpal bones by himself. In the next few days, the hole in this hand will be complete, and there will be no problem, is it possible that the sequelae have not come out until now?

"Yes, more than half a year ago, this left hand was pierced by the fangs of a wild boar, and then he got his metacarpal bone!" Bai Ya said vaguely.

He wouldn't tell the matter of Shiyangji, anyway, the fingers of the black tiger are not much different from the pig's teeth.

"Well, what herbs did Xiaoyou use to heal his wounds at that time?" Wang Ling nodded noncommittally, stroked his long hair and continued to ask.

"Yes...... The little King Kong Pill that my father left for me!"

Bai Ya was a little weak-hearted, and Wang Ling really looked like he had some ability. Fortunately, with his fake identity, he can still tell a lie.

"The little King Kong Pill of the King Kong Temple?" Wang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a deep voice, "That's half right...... Xiaoyou, have you ever used ice cubes to cool the wound?"

"Ice cube cold compress?" Bai Ya was stunned for a moment, thought about it for a while, and quickly nodded, "Mmmm, it is true that the cold compress will take a few days!"

Shiyangji is located in the Gobi Desert in the north of the country, and the temperature is bone-chilling at night. In order to avoid the pursuit of horse thieves, he has been out day and night for the past few days, and the wound is exposed to that temperature, isn't it equivalent to using ice cubes to cool it!

"Then what martial arts are you practicing these days?" The expression on Wang Ling's face became more and more calm, and he was almost able to diagnose his condition.

"These days, he is practicing the hard skills of the iron cloth shirt, and at the same time, he is accompanied by medicinal baths, most of which are positive medicinal materials!" Dong Ming interjected and replied, "Brother Wang, this injury is a sequelae of oral suffering caused by medicinal baths?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Wang Ling smiled and pointed to Baiya, and said, "Fortunately, you came to my treasure dining hall, otherwise the worldly Lang Zhong could see the illness, but he couldn't guess the cause." This injury is closely related to his tiger-shaped martial bones, and most of Lang Zhong doesn't understand it, if he takes medicine indiscriminately, his hand will really be useless!"

"Please also ask Brother Wang for advice!" Feng Yang and Dong Ming glanced at each other and respectfully clasped their fists and saluted.

"The origin of this injury of the White Cliff Xiaoyou is the tiger-shaped metacarpal bone, and we and other martial artists all know that the martial bone not only has its shape, but also has its effect. Tiger bones belong to yang, which is effective in dispelling wind and channeling, strengthening muscles and bones. If the tiger bone is injured and broken, the recovery power is several times that of the ordinary. ”

Wang Ling paused as he spoke, and continued, "It's right to use ice cubes after Xiaoyou's injury, the metacarpal bones could have grown on their own, and at the same time, they could dredge the injured veins, but if you use the little King Kong Pill that has just reached the yang, it is a bit too much, and it ...... You've eaten more than one pill, haven't you?"

Bai Ya was silent, Huikong had warned him before he died, the little King Kong Pill was just to yang, although it was a healing medicine, but it should not be taken too much.

Five Little King Kong Pills, he ate one in order to test the toxicity of the black spotted scorpion, and one pill was fed to the black tiger. Later, when he fled, in order to resist the cold wind outside the fortress, he would eat one pill every night, and after three days, he ate the remaining three.

Seeing Bai Ya nodding, Wang Ling smiled and continued, "Xiaoyou's medication was too violent, causing the tiger bones to be promoted to the extreme. When the metacarpal bones have grown, the surrounding veins have grown too 'vigorous'. Originally, this was fine, as long as a year and a half passed, these veins would naturally shrink, but ......"

"But cultivating the iron cloth shirt, too many medicinal baths have stimulated the veins around the metacarpal bones......" Dong Ming suddenly realized, and said.

"That's right, just because I just felt the fluctuation of the veins fluently, I was mistaken by the old man for the happy pulse!" Wang Ling said with a smile.

"Brother Wang, if you stop cultivating in the future, will the injury be able to alleviate it?" Feng Yang hurriedly asked.

"No, I can't stop now!" Wang Ling shook his head and said, "The medicinal properties have accumulated too much, if you stop the medicinal bath, not only can it not be slowed down, but it will also not be able to continue to stimulate and dredge, and the veins of this hand will die!"

"What then?" asked Bai Ya with a wry smile.

"The medicinal bath can't be stopped, but the dredging efforts must be increased!" Wang Ling thought for a while and took out a set of acupuncture equipment from the medicine box beside him.

"Can acupuncture work? A doctor tried it two days ago...... The needles are all broken!" Bai Ya looked at the long set of golden needles with some concern.

"Hehe, there are also capable people among the secular langs, but they don't know how to use qi, but they can't cure your injuries!" Wang Ling said with a smile, "Old man's needle, if you can break it, then you don't even need to practice the iron cloth shirt!"

"Put your hands away now, don't move again!"

Wang Ling commanded, held his breath, the golden needle in his hand, which was more than two inches long, trembled slightly, and the needle lit up with a golden ray, which swept through like lightning and pierced into the back of Bai Ya's acupoint.

As soon as the golden needle pierced into the acupoint on the back of the hand, a line of blood flowed from the purple-brown palm from the wrist and rushed straight to the top of the arm. The blood line fluttered like a small snake, and soon swam up to the forearm, until the elbow position dimmed.

After a while, the acupuncture points on the back of Bai Ya's hand were already full of golden needles, and the forearm of his left hand was also covered with blood lines, which looked a little oozing.

Strange to say, after these blood lines flowed out of the palm, the originally purple-brown swollen palm was like a balloon leaking, it shrank a whole circle, and the color was much darker, it seemed that Wang Ling's treatment was effective.

"Okay, you can take off the golden needle in half an hour!" Wang Ling took the cloth handed by Tang Hunt next to him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"That's it?" Bai Ya asked happily with great joy.

"Hehe, don't worry, Xiaoyou, this disease is not a real injury, and it is not a one-time acupuncture treatment. Wang Ling replied with a smile, "These days, you come to the Treasure Canteen once a day, and it takes about a month and a half to get in the way!"

"Thank you Brother Wang for your help!" Feng Yang and Dong Ming also showed smiles on their faces, "Even if I owe you this matter once, if you are sent next time, you will die in the soup!"

"The two of you are polite, it's a trivial matter!" Wang Ling's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he said with a smile, "What's more, although the old man saved this palm, there is still an inside story that must be explained......

"What?" When Wang Ling finished speaking, several people present were taken aback, "It's not over yet?"

"Well, although Baiya Xiaoyou's hand will not be wasted, but the tendons are too vigorous, and they have almost grown into a ball, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do too dexterous movements in the future!" Wang Ling said solemnly, "However, it is not without benefits, at least in terms of hard skills......

After listening to what Wang Ling said, Bai Ya and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that Wang Ling's dexterous movements meant that the metacarpal bones could not be twisted excessively. For example, the chicken shape and snake shape in the twelve-shaped boxing, as well as kung fu such as praying mantis boxing, grappling hands, and horn fighting, will not be able to practice in the future. Left-handed swords, left-handed knives, and other kung fu will also be affected to a certain extent.

But it's not without its benefits, and some fist kung fu is even more powerful. For example, the tiger claw he is now practicing, the vajra mudra, and the bear shape in the twelve, the iron wire fist, the monument wrestler, and so on.

As for the mixed iron cloth shirt in the left hand, it is the one who benefits the most. In the future, Bai Ya's left hand will be the most solid place for the whole body, and after luck, it will be comparable to stainless steel meteoric iron!

According to Wang Ling's final statement, this injury was the first time he had seen it in so many years, and it was completely a coincidence. Even if you do it all over again 10,000 times, it may not work.

Bai Ya only felt extremely happy in his heart, fortunately it was his left hand that was injured, if it was his right hand, it was estimated that no one would teach him to practice swords and swords in his life, because entering the realm was several times worse than others.

"Martial arts are difficult!" After Wang Ling and Tang Hunt finished leaving, Feng Yang couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Yes, the world only sees our scenery, but they don't think that many talented martial artists will fall halfway because of the usually inconspicuous little injuries before they enter the innate world!"

Dong Ming felt even more in his heart, wasn't he just one of the martial artists who was dragged down by internal injuries and could no longer improve his martial arts!