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After entering this small building, the furnishings that can be seen everywhere are genuine antiques.
The Persian carpets that cost tens of thousands of dollars per square meter that I saw before were like free of charge here, covering all the space.
Lu Fan could still remain calm, but Tang Yuxi was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, feeling that her eyes were not enough and she didn't know what to see.
"What do you think of my place?" Mr. Song's tone was slightly sarcastic.
"It's flashy and meaningless." Lu Fan gave his eight-character evaluation.
Mr. Song's face immediately darkened again.
This brat simply doesn't know how to appreciate others.
He spent hundreds of millions of money just on the decorations in his small building. It can be said that it was all piled up with money. Such an evaluation was obviously not what he wanted.
It's all jealousy!
Mr. Song came to such a conclusion in his heart.
But he didn't bother to care and just sat on his luxurious and spacious sofa.
"Can we start?" Lu Fan asked.
"Yeah." Mr. Song nodded.
"Yes, I seem to smell the smell of breakfast." A smile appeared on Lu Fan's face, "After my acupuncture is over, you can enjoy the long-lost porridge snacks."
"Really?" Mr. Song's face suddenly turned sideways and he asked excitedly.
Tang Yuxi was a little strange. You must know that this old man has always been unfazed by anything that happened since yesterday, and rarely had any big shocks.
But now, his voice was trembling.
Did he hear something extraordinary?
Tang Yuxi carefully recalled what Lu Fan said just now, but found nothing remarkable.
How did she understand that Mr. Song had not had a serious meal for three months because of his illness.
People who can only eat liquid food have a craving for normal food that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Even the most ordinary porridge and snacks can make Mr. Song excited.
"Of course it's true." Lu Fan said with a smile, "But I can tell you in advance, you don't need to be too happy. After my acupuncture, the pain in your esophagus and cardia will be temporarily relieved, allowing food to pass. But your stomach still can’t hold food..."
"Let's try it first and then talk." Mr. Song interrupted him unhappily.
It is really unreasonable to disturb his nature with some things that are available and not available.
Lu Fan didn't say anything more. He took out a pack of silver needles from his body, then stepped forward to untie Mr. Song's clothes and let Mr. Song lie down on the sofa.
Acupuncture couldn't be easier for him.
His hands flew up and down, but in just a few seconds, more than a dozen silver needles were inserted into Mr. Song's body.
Mr. Song remained calm on the surface, but he was already very surprised in his heart.
Hua Daoan's acupuncture skills are not the best in the country, but they should at least be among the top five.
But compared with the young man in front of him, he was simply nothing.
In the same way that acupuncture relieves his own pain, Hua Daoan spends more than ten minutes every time just getting acupuncture. At least in terms of time, he is already defeated.
Of course, Mr. Song also understands that acupuncture is not all about who can move faster, the key is to see the effect.
However, just as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a warm current in his body. The warm current flowed slowly through his body, making him feel very comfortable no matter where it flowed.
This comfortable feeling was something he had never felt since he got sick.
If it weren't for his strong willpower, he might even moan in front of a few people.
If that were the case, it would be a big shame.
Lu Fan looked at his dozen or so silver needles carefully, twisting one or two of them from time to time, and occasionally pulling out one to change its position and reinsert it.
After about ten minutes, he finally pulled out all the silver needles with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Mr. Song, feel it now. Do you think your body is much better?"
Lu Fan didn't ask Hua Daoan how he felt after acupuncture at all. He was too lazy to compare with Hua Daoan.
For him, relieving the patient's pain is the most important thing. If he can't completely relieve the patient's pain, even if he does it better than Hua Daoan, what's the point?
Mr. Song slowly sat up and got dressed.
During this process, he kept his eyes closed and savored it carefully.
It's not that he doesn't want to open his eyes, but that he is a little afraid of opening them.
He was afraid that this was just a dream, and when he opened his eyes, he woke up from this dream.
Ever since he got this disease, he has always felt that his chest was blocked by something, which made him uncomfortable. He couldn't even swallow his saliva normally.
But now, the feeling of blockage in his chest was completely gone, and he even felt that he had returned to health.
Lao Song, Lao Song! I really can't believe that you will have such a day, and you will think that you are dreaming and dare not open your eyes. At this age, you are really living like a dog!
Mr. Song mocked himself fiercely in his heart, then opened his eyes and looked at Lu Fan.
“I feel very good now, like I’m not sick!”
Now, he believes in Lu Fan's medical skills even more.
Lu Fan smiled happily. It seemed that his acupuncture was still effective. Although it could not cure Mr. Song's disease, it could at least temporarily relieve the pain and allow the patient to rest for a while.
If it is an ordinary esophageal cancer patient, eating, drinking, etc. will be fine at this time, but the patient in front of him still cannot do it, because the root cause of his disease is still in the stomach.
This is also the experiment they are going to conduct.
"Very good. Your esophagus and cardia can now allow food to pass through. Let's see if your stomach can accommodate food." Lu Fan stood up and directed the servants on the side to serve breakfast.
Breakfast has been prepared for a long time, but it has never been delivered to Mr. Song before.
After all, it is a cruel thing to let an old man who cannot eat see food.
Now that Mr. Song has asked for it, he will naturally get it soon.
The breakfast Lu Fan ordered was also very simple, with only three kinds of food: porridge, cloud paste and vegetables.
Mr. Song hasn't eaten for a long time. Even if his stomach is fine, he can only eat light food this time.
Looking at the food in front of him, Mr. Song suddenly had an appetite that he had not had for a long time. He picked up the porridge bowl, took a sip, and swallowed it slowly, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
However, just after he took a few bites, his expression changed drastically. "Bring a basin quickly!"
