In the Dragon Kingdom, doctors are respected as "Holy Hands".
There are only a few doctors who can be called "holy hands".
There are only eight people recognized in the entire Dragon Kingdom, which shows how rare they are.
The "holy hands" of doctors are extremely noble and are more respected than practitioners.
Because although the cultivators are powerful, there are far more than eight people, and their realms are high and low, and the "holy hand" is a figure who has already stood at the top of the medical field.
As a metropolis of the Dragon Kingdom, Jinling City has only one "Holy Hand" in charge, and that is Liu Shengshou who is in the room at the moment.
Leng Qingfeng's condition suddenly worsened, and Liu Shengshou guarded him throughout the process, but he was unable to recover.
For this reason, Leng Xiufeng, the younger brother of Leng Qingfeng, who served as a high-ranking official in the Dragon Kingdom, specially entrusted Zhou Shengshou to come for consultation.
The eight holy hands are good at different things.
Liu Shengshou is known as the "King of Medicine Powder" and is extremely good at using medicine;
Zhou Shengshou has the reputation of "the first needle in the Dragon Kingdom". It is said that there is a set of ancestral "Thirteen Needles of Tianyang" that can bring patients back to life.
Even if there is only one last breath left, the patient can still stay alive for a period of time with the help of magical acupuncture.
Zhou Shengshou is also known as the "Enemy of the King of Hell", and he has lived in Kyoto for a long time, so his reputation is even greater!
Being able to invite the two holy hands, the Leng family's status in the Dragon Kingdom can be imagined.
Following the servant's announcement, there was a brief silence in the originally tense living room.
"Guoguang, you must put aside the big things first. Today is a matter of life and death for the old man. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for being ruthless!
Next, everyone joins me in welcoming Zhou Shengshou. "
The always good boss Leng Guozhang rarely got angry and hurriedly stopped the conflict.
Hearing Leng Guozhang's words, Leng Guoguang suppressed his anger and glared at Chen Fan with cannibal eyes.
Everyone followed Leng Guozhang out of the living room.
As soon as they came out, they saw seven or eight people getting off the private plane.
The leader is about sixty years old, wearing a gray gown, of medium height and energetic.
The one who was talking on the side alongside the old man was Leng Xiufeng, a high-ranking official in the Dragon Kingdom, who accompanied him back in person.
Behind them were two young men, who should be Zhou Shengshou's assistants or students.
The remaining few are protection personnel.
"Second uncle."
"Second Grandpa."
"Second Master."
. . .
Leng Guozhang led everyone to shout respectfully.
"Well~ Guozhang, this is Mr. Zhou, the master from Kyoto. Please come to the living room for tea."
Leng Xiufeng didn't say much and directly introduced Zhou Shengshou.
"Hello Mr. Zhou!"
Everyone shouted.
After Leng Nuannuan shouted, she turned her head and glanced at Chen Fan beside her, with a helpless expression.
Because in Leng Nuannuan's eyes, Liu Shengshou, Zhou Shengshou, even if the eight great saints of the Dragon Kingdom come over, they are still not as good as Chen Fanyi.
Just because Chen Fan is his junior uncle, the disciple of Dongfang Mo, a towering figure in the Dragon Kingdom and the patron saint.
His master is omnipotent, and his junior uncle is naturally no less willing to give in.
Since the master ordered him to find his uncle, there must be a reason.
Chen Fan felt the beauty's gaze and responded with a smile.
Leng Xiufeng and Zhou Shengshou entered the living room and sat down, surrounded by stars holding the moon and cheering from behind.
Zhou Sheng took a sip of tea and said:
"The patient is the most important in everything. Where is the old man?"
"Mr. Zhou, my father is in the bedroom, and Mr. Liu is also there."
Leng Guozhang replied quickly.
"Okay, let's go over and take a look."
Zhou Shengshou said and stood up.
Everyone followed Leng Guozhang, and as the bedroom door was opened, a strong smell of medicine hit their faces.
Inside the spacious bedroom, there were only some simple furniture, and an old man was lying on an ancient bed.
Chen Fan looked through the crowd and saw that the old man had become so thin that only skin and bones were left. His energy was listless, his breath was weak, and his eyes were dull and barely open.
Next to the bed, there was an old man sitting, who was also in his sixties. He was Liu Shengshou.
Seeing everyone coming in, Liu Shengshou didn't say much, but just nodded to Zhou Shengshou and Leng Xiufeng.
"Mr. Liu, you are fine. How is the old man doing?"
Walking up to him, Zhou Shengshou smiled and said hello.
"Mr. Zhou, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still in good health."
He said politely and said:
"Mr. Leng is in critical condition, I'm afraid..."
As he spoke, Liu Sheng made a gesture of invitation, indicating to the other party to check his pulse.
Zhou Shengshou nodded without being polite and sat on the edge of the bed to carefully feel Leng Qingfeng's pulse.
Through Zhou Shengshou's shaking head and frowning expression, everyone suddenly felt that something was not good.
After careful consultation, Zhou Shengshou invited Mr. Liu to join the crowd.
"Everyone, as Mr. Liu said. After careful inspection, I am afraid that the old man has no way to save his life. Even if the gods are alive, there is nothing he can do!
For the current plan, we can only administer acupuncture immediately, and with the help of Mr. Liu's medicine, the old man can regain his consciousness. As for how long it can last, it can only depend on luck. "
Zhou Shengshou said seriously.
"Mr. Zhou and Mr. Liu, you two must think of a way to keep our brother alive as long as possible."
After hearing Mr. Zhou's words, Leng Xiufeng said anxiously.
"If the acupuncture is not administered in time, the old man will not only be unable to wake up, but he may not be able to survive the night!"
"What!"
"grandfather!"
"master!"
When everyone heard it, several people broke down in tears and began to cry.
"Without further delay, please ask Mr. Zhou and Mr. Liu to treat my brother immediately."
Leng Qiufeng said.
The two holy hands looked at each other and nodded.
"Axing, medicine box."
Mr. Zhou turned to a young man and said.
The young man named Ah Xing walked out of the crowd, opened the medicine box and took out an extremely delicate wooden box.
Mr. Zhou opened the wooden box, and the silver needle shined brightly, cold and sharp.
With the silver needle in hand, Mr. Zhou took out his special skill, "Thirteen Needles of Tianyang".
All the silver needles were changing unpredictably in his hands, floating on the palm of his hand, like thirteen miniature swords, waiting to be fired.
Mr. Zhou silently recited the secret words, and a fire mist suddenly appeared around the silver needle, which was originally cold and white, and instantly surrounded the silver needle.
"go-"
With a command, the thirteen silver needles separated, each carrying fire mist, and flew accurately to various acupuncture points on the old man's body.
The silver needle is inserted into the acupuncture point and is rotating at different speeds, beating up and down, which is very magical.
Leng Qingfeng's whole body soon became rosy, as if he was alive.
On his face, beads of sweat began to appear, and his eyebrows were shaking violently, as if he was having a nightmare.
The Thirteen Silver Needles also experienced magical changes.
On each silver needle, a stream of black liquid has been attached. Although it is not much, it is very viscous.
As more and more liquid began to evaporate under the action of Tianyang Needle, it turned into vapor and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Mr. Liu, you can take the medicine."
When the Heavenly King Needle no longer produced any liquid or changes, Mr. Zhou opened his eyes and said to Liu Shengshou.
Liu Shengshou nodded, and the person next to him quickly handed over the prepared bowl of medicine.
Picking up the medicine bowl, Mr. Liu gave the medicine himself.
The light yellow medicinal soup flows along Leng Qingfeng's lips and slowly enters the body.
"Mr. Zhou's Thirteen Needles of Tianyang are truly worthy of their reputation.
It can actually open the meridians of the human body and open the pores, which can help the old man's Huihun Powder to smoothly nourish the old man's internal organs.
This is something that has not been possible before. "
Liu Sheng said while feeding the medicine.
After the entire bowl of medicinal soup flowed into the cold air vent, everyone was surprised to find that the old man's slightly opened eyes were slowly opening.
After a while, Leng Qingfeng woke up and was able to turn his head.
Leng Qingfeng looked at the two holy hands with a smile and said slowly:
"Thank you two saints."
Then he turned to look at the crowd standing aside and said with a smile:
“It’s great that you’re all here.
I can still wake up, and I have to thank the two holy hands for saving me, so that I can say goodbye to everyone soberly. "
"elder brother!"
"Father!"
"dad!"
"grandfather!"
Hearing Leng Qingfeng speak, everyone at the scene shouted in unison with tears in their eyes.
Chen Fan, who was standing in the crowd, also felt the same way, because the old man on the bed was one of the people whom Leng Nuannuan cared about the most.
At this moment, Chen Fan suddenly discovered that the thirteen Tianyang needles on Leng Qingfeng's body were shaking slightly.
It was so subtle that even Saint Zhou's hand on the side didn't notice it.
Chen Fan squinted his eyes and thought:
"I see!"
