The strongest little magician

Chapter 1262
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he quickly found an excuse, slipped away, and found a quiet place.

Linger, on the other hand, was surrounded by a group of so-called socialites, discussing the current fashion trends.

For example, which lady bought the latest limited-edition Hermès bag, or bought a series of rare and expensive diamonds at an auction.

Although girls love beauty, Linger can't arouse the slightest interest, but finds it superficial and boring.

……

After staying in a quiet place for a while, Zhang Yangguang had nothing to do, so he wandered around Yulong Villa.

The villa is located on the hillside, with antique decoration, there are small bridges and flowing water, as well as rockery with overlapping peaks and peaks, which complement each other everywhere, which has the charm of Suzhou gardens.

Before I knew it, I came to Yulong Mountain Villa, a house on the right, the environment was quiet and quiet, it seemed that no one lived there.

He crossed a small bridge, and the koi in the flowing water below was looming, which was a bit interesting.

Just as he was about to leave, a hurried coughing sound came from his ear.

Ok?
Zhang Yangguang paused here.

"Is there anyone still living here?"

He walked towards the sound, looked around carefully, and then found the source of the sound in a room in the side hall.

"anyone there?"

He tentatively asked a question, but no one answered.

Just when he felt puzzled and was about to leave, there was another burst of difficult coughing in the room, like a dry river, forced to tear his throat.

Zhang Yangguang pushed open the door, and an old man was lying on the hospital bed. His temples were slightly brown and white, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and his cheeks were deeply sunken. He looked like a mummy.

The old man squinted his eyes halfway, and when he noticed Zhang Yangguang's arrival, he thought it was a servant and immediately pointed to the position of the bedside table.

"medicine……"

Hearing this, Zhang Yangguang looked solemn and opened the drawer of the bedside table.

The drawer was full of medicines. Zhang Yangguang glanced at them and found that they were all related to heart disease. It seemed that the old man had a heart attack.

"These medicines treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If you take too much, you will become dependent. Moreover, the medicine is three-point poisonous, and it will wear down your body over time." Zhang Yangguang said lightly.

At this time, due to the torment of the illness, the old man suffered from angina, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and gradually lost consciousness...

"The doctor is compassionate, you are lucky to meet me today."

After all, Zhang Yangguang pulled out the golden needle that he carried with him, and he stabbed the corresponding acupuncture point with great precision.

On the other side, under the arrangement of Liu Wengui, the old dean was led by an acquaintance to the courtyard on the south side.

When he opened the door, he was stunned for a moment, and then waited a while to see Zhang Yangguang's needlework, his face was full of shock.

"Could it be that this is the Nine Suns God Needle?"

"I didn't expect to be able to see the demeanor of the Nine Yangshenzhen in my rare years. I'm really lucky!"

……

The old dean stroked his white beard and said with tears in his eyes.

He even picked up the pen and paper that he carried with him, and recorded in detail the essentials of Zhang Yangguang's actions when he inserted the needle.

As a doctor, God knows how excited he is!
But Zhang Yangguang was so absorbed in distributing the needles that he didn't realize that the old Chinese doctor was already in the room.

After more than ten minutes, the Jiuyangshen acupuncture took effect, and the old man gradually woke up from the bed.

When he opened his eyes and looked down at the acupuncture points on his body, shock was written all over his face...

(End of this chapter)