Ancient martial arts masters in modern times

After self-introduction, Ye Chenfeng knew their names and their intentions, and Ye Chenfeng had nothing to do with Xiao Teng's disease. If there were enough herbs, he would be willing to help him, but it was just a waste of time and money. It's just internal strength, but now it's hard to cook without rice, and it's impossible to have internal strength without the aid of medicine.

"If there is hope, I will definitely save you, but it's a pity..." Ye Chenfeng sighed: "You should go and cherish the days to come."

"Genius doctor, didn't you say there is still hope? If you think about it again, there must be other ways, right?" Xiao Teng and Zhang Bufan said anxiously.

"I said that there is hope, but it's very slim. It's like no. Let's go. Instead of resting in this illusion of mirror, water and moon, it's better to make good use of the future time." After Ye Chenfeng finished speaking, he waved his hand and looked off. attitude.

thump!

Xiao Teng knelt down on the ground, and begged: "As long as there is a chance of life, I will not give up. Even if I lose my entire family, I will pursue this chance. I am not afraid of death, I am unwilling to die! "Thinking of the hatred of my parents, a trace of grief and indignation flashed in my eyes.

"Get up and talk." Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly.

"Please save me!" His eyes were firm, his tone firm, and Ye Chenfeng was so stubborn that he wouldn't get up if he didn't agree.

"Xiao Teng..." Seeing Xiao Teng knelt down, Zhang Bufan quickly supported him, fearing that something might happen to his fragile body, then he also knelt on the ground, looked up at Ye Chenfeng and said, "Genius doctor, what are you talking about?" What hope, we can find a solution together, maybe..."

"Why are you here?" Ye Chenfeng said helplessly: "I'll tell you the truth, if you can find Polygonum multiflorum more than 30 years old, snow ginseng more than 30 years old, pure dried blood, more than ten years old Toad Su... plus the internal strength of an innate warrior, I think it should be fine, you can figure it out."

The internal strength of a congenital warrior?

what?

Xiao Teng was a little puzzled, it shouldn't be a problem to search for those medicinal materials with his own financial resources, but what is the internal strength of this innate warrior?

Could it be the martial arts master mentioned on TV, my God, there are such people in the world?This legendary existence?

It really is hopeless.

Xiao Teng's eyes dimmed instantly, his face was ashen, and his whole body was weak.

It was the first time he heard that there were internal practitioners in this world, and he didn't believe it at all before, but now he heard that his terminal illness needed the help of such people, it was no different from asking the gods to come down to earth and the Buddha to appear.

On the contrary, Zhang Bufan was thoughtful, seemed to have thought of something, and was about to speak...but he saw Xiao Teng's body crumbling and kneeling beside him, his face was like a blank sheet of paper, terrifyingly pale!

"Xiao Teng, what's the matter with you, you fell ill again so soon." Zhang Bufan said anxiously, and hurriedly supported Xiao Teng in his arms, his eyes exuded a kind of urgent concern.

When a person's hope of survival is completely shattered, there will be a kind of despair in the mind, the consciousness will be dark, and the body will lose control. When the body loses the control of the brain consciousness, there will be a tendency to strike, and then, various Evil qi will also take advantage of the void, just like the consciousness disappears after death. After the body is not controlled by consciousness, the blood in the body will coagulate and the body will become stiff.

And Xiao Teng's weak consciousness caused the blood beads in his body to rebel wantonly under the circumstances of ebb and flow, which led to the early onset of his illness...

"Locus, hurry up and prepare for the plasma transfusion. I'll be there in 15 minutes." Zhang Bufan took out his mobile phone and said hurriedly in pure American English.

This Rocks is Xiao Teng's personal doctor in the United States. He follows him wherever he goes, like a full-time nanny. He thought that the blood transfusion just yesterday would not make him sick so quickly, so he didn't follow him. I didn't expect that this time it would be earlier Attack, this is what they did not expect.

Seeing that Zhang Bufan was holding Xiao Teng and was about to go out, Ye Chenfeng smiled wryly, it seemed that it would be impossible if he didn't make a move. According to Xiao Teng's current situation, it is still unknown whether he can last for 15 minutes.

"Put him down and let me see."

As Ye Chenfeng said, he grabbed Xiao Teng's wrist, felt his pulse for a while, and then said to Zhang Bufan, "Take off his shirt." After speaking, he walked into the room and found a box full of tiny silver coins. A delicate little case for needles.

Be prepared, this is the first time Ye Chenfeng bought it after logging into the Chinese medicine forum.

Zhang Bufan secretly thought that he was in a hurry and confused, and actually did something stupid, and after helping Xiao Teng take off his shirt, Ye Chenfeng came out...

持针

Concentrate!

Needle out!

hit!

Faint

The slender silver needles flashed from Ye Chenfeng's fingers like clouds and flowing water, fast and slow, with a sense of rhythm.

After Zhang Bufan was dazzled for a while, Xiao Teng's bare upper body was covered with tiny silver needles, like a white hedgehog, Zhang Bufan was amazed to see it.

In the past, he also invited many masters of traditional Chinese medicine to do acupuncture for Xiao Teng, but they felt very ordinary. There were even some old Chinese medicine practitioners who were old and dim-eyed and couldn't find the right place for a needle several times. Zhang Bufan lost all confidence after seeing it.

Unlike this young man, the whole process was done in one go, his moves were clean and neat, without any rigidity, it seemed like an instinct formed after tens of thousands of times, or it was a kind of peak art, like a master of music who has entered into the essence of his music, One play is filled with fairy sounds from heaven and earth!

Then, an unexpected but reasonable scene appeared in Zhang Bufan's eyes, and the previous guess was finally confirmed.

The Era of God itself is an inner practitioner!

Because he saw Ye Chenfeng put his hands on Xiao Teng's back after he finished acupuncture...

He is the internal practitioner!

Internal power therapy?

Zhang Bufan was overjoyed, tears filled his agitated eyes...

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and no way out, and the willows are dark and bright, and there is another village!

I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and when I looked back suddenly, that man was in a dimly lit place——

Half an hour later, Ye Chenfeng, who looked very tired, withdrew his hands, and this time his internal energy was almost exhausted. Fortunately, after all, he pulled Xiao Teng back from the gate of hell.

From the treatment, Ye Chenfeng discovered a good phenomenon, his own internal force can actually control Xiao Teng's condition, that is to say, as long as he sends internal force to him from time to time, then his condition will never relapse, like a Like a normal person, after making such a discovery, Ye Chenfeng felt that there was hope for healing him?