Chu Chen walked over leisurely, looked at the old man's face carefully, and then stretched out his hand to pull the old man's eyelids. His eyes were chaotic and he had lost consciousness.
Even so, the coughing sound still did not disappear, as if it was an unconscious cough. Seeing this scene, the incompetent doctor really felt that the old man was lingering on his last breath.
He won't live for more than a few years.
Chu Chen chuckled lightly and turned to look at the prescription written by the master. The prescription written by the master was correct, but it had no effect on the old man.
The second son on the side saw this scene and was furious. He walked up and yelled: "This is not a place for you to act wild! If you want to act wild, please go outside!"
Maybe he was still thinking about the old man, so he lowered his voice when he spoke, and his voice was full of threats.
Chu Chen hated others threatening him most in his life. Since his second son said so, he would definitely give him a big gift.
Others were also recalling what Chu Chen said. After a while, the eldest son said with some excitement: "You mean, the old man can be saved?"
Chu Chen nodded lightly: "Of course it is. After all, he looks skinny and as if he is about to die. In fact, his body functions have not changed much. There is something that limits the body's normal function. As long as it is If you remove this thing, you can return to normal.”
Chu Chen just glanced at him and said such words without even feeling his pulse.
Others' eyes were full of suspicion, and most of them didn't quite believe what Chu Chen said.
After all, how can a person tell the problem just by looking at his or her face?
"Please bring my suitcase over here."
This box was prepared by Boss Hei, and he had been carrying it in Baby Face's hand. After hearing Chu Chen's words, Baby Face quickly came over carrying the box.
Inside the box were prepared utensils, a row of silver needles, and other equipment.
"If you agree, I can treat the old man now."
Chu Chen turned around and looked at the remaining people. Although he could treat the old man well, this was his family after all, so he still had to ask his family for their opinions on whether to treat him or not.
Before the second son could speak, the eldest son said first, "Of course, you can ask if you need anything."
Even if the second son had nothing else to say in his heart, he could only hold it in his throat, unable to take a breath, making his cheeks turn red.
The master next to him had a disdainful smile from beginning to end, and looked aloof. He didn't take Chu Chen seriously at all. Even if Chu Chen brought out so many tools, the other party still felt that Chu Chen was pretending to be powerful.
Chu Chen gently walked to the old man's side and raised his left hand. There was a thick meridian under the old man's arm, and the entire meridian bulged, dormant like a poisonous snake on the skinny arm.
It looked extremely terrifying, as this meridian seemed to be able to poke its head out of the skin at any time.
Chu Chen took a silver needle from the side, the most slender one, scratched the needle on it, and pricked the needle at the spot where the vein popped out.
This needle is steady and fast.
Even after studying medicine for many years, he could not reach such a point. The master's eyes widened in disbelief. Just at this moment, he knew how valuable Chu Chen was.
The master's throat was shaking violently, and he was looking at it in fascination. Chu Chen didn't stop moving, and took a few more silver needles from the side, and then stuck all the silver needles around.
With one stitch after another, Chu Chen seemed to be a different person. He put away his cynical expression, and his whole person became exceptionally solemn, as if he was completing a great work.
The master moved from behind Chu Chen to Chu Chen's side, watching Chu Chen's movements without blinking.
Chu Chen's arm was covered with a layer of white air, as if someone else had put his arm on Chu Chen's arm. Only Chu Chen could see this layer of white air.
The white air was warm and seemed to flow out of his Dantian.
In the dark, Chu Chen felt a hand covering his own hand, and the two hands were folded together. His brain was confused, but he subconsciously picked up the silver needle, as if he did not control his own hand. .
At the same time, endless knowledge also poured out of the brain, like a torrential spring water, constantly surging in the sea of consciousness.
The master couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "If I'm not mistaken, your acupuncture technique... is it the true inheritance of Lingtangzi?"
"What does it mean?"
The person next to him asked in confusion.
The master breathed a long sigh of relief, and his whole hand trembled with excitement. He was completely different from the arrogant look he had just now. His eyes looking at Chu Chen became more and more hot, and he wished that his whole body could stick to Chu Chen's body.
"The true biography of the Lingtangzi! He used the Eighteen Needles of the Lingtang. According to legend, this kind of acupuncture can reach the sky and the earth. Even if a person has reached the Yama Hall, he can still use the acupuncture to drag the person back, which is comparable to bringing the dead back to life."
What the master said was extremely exaggerated, and he was so excited that he almost drooled on the ground when he said it, but he tried hard to suppress his voice, as if he would disturb Chu Chen if he spoke louder.
Seeing the master he invited from abroad turn into this, the second son's face turned so dark, and he spat hard in his heart.
"Damn it, I spent so much effort to invite him here, but within an hour he started felling down."
The second son was cursing silently in his heart, but on the outside he was still smiling, smiling but not smiling, looking very weird.
Several other people also heard the master's words.
Although they didn't know what the eighteen needles in the mourning hall were, seeing how excited the master was and what the other party had just explained, they looked at each other and their eyes towards Chu Chen changed.
Chu Chen let out a long sigh of relief. There were a total of eighteen stitches, and each frame required great force. The next stitch used more force than the previous stitch.
And the eighteen stitches cannot be broken.
"Eighteen needles in the mourning hall can penetrate ghosts and gods!"
"The first needle, the upper right acupoint! The second needle, the lower left acupoint, the third needle, the lower right acupoint, the fourth needle, the upper left acupoint!"
These four stitches came out word by word from Chu Chen's mouth, and Chu Chen's whole body seemed to be emitting golden light.
The acupuncture techniques recited from his mouth also brought inexplicable peace of mind. The anxiety in everyone's hearts was gradually soothed, as if Chu Chen had been brought into a paradise world.
The four needles are just to stabilize the condition, and the remaining fourteen needles are necessary for treatment.
Now the first four needles and the last four needles are added together, for a total of eight needles.
