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The sea laughs, and the tides on both sides of the strait...

This time, what emerged from the depths of my heart was no longer evil, but the blood-boiling Swordsman.

However, the guy in front of me is by no means Ren Yingying.

She is a little witch whose name I don't know.

Oh no, seeing how deftly she threaded the needle, could it be that she is the legendary Eastern Invincible?

I was immediately struck by the idea in my mind.

At the same time, the little witch raised her head and glanced at me with a smile.

She knows, she knows what's going on in my head?

I stared blankly, then continued watching.

The movements of the little witch's plucking are extremely gentle.Extremely light, extremely soft, extremely light...

I don't know if she has ever learned Tai Chi or other martial arts, but it is obvious that her kung fu is only better than Xiao Xian'er, not weaker than Xiao Xian'er at all.

The hair connected between the needles is extremely tight, as if it could be broken with a little force. The little witch has a solemn expression, and gently touches the skin of her fingertips to the hair, and then rubs it lightly, as if It's like touching something that is extremely fragile.

I raised my wrist to look at my watch, and started counting.

About 45 minutes passed.

Beads of sweat appeared on the little witch's forehead. Finally, she withdrew her hands, sat there, and muttered a few words silently.Suddenly, she stretched out her hand to catch the hair, and pulled it outward.

Whoosh!

Fourteen needles, none of which fell, were all brought out of her head by her.

What kind of power is this? The hair is very easy to break, and if you apply a little force, it may break. The little witch hooked the hair with her fingers and pulled out the long needle deeply embedded in the skull. It's the momentary momentum.

This is different from our normal exertion. If you don't have decades of kung fu, don't try to learn this skill at all.

The needle came out, but there was no blood.

The little witch caught the needle, took the butter lamp, and used the same technique to burn the light over the needle one by one.When finished, return it directly to the needle capsule.

I was stunned, and for a while, I forgot to do the work in hand.

The little witch didn't say anything, but gently pressed her palm on the forehead of the old man Danba, and muttered to herself, as if she was chanting something.

The chanting lasted an extremely long time.

After about half an hour, finally, the little witch withdrew her hand, and at the same time, she raised her head, signaling that I don't need to press it.

We just sat face to face, one at the soles of Danba old man's feet and one on top of his head.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I was a little apprehensive.

Did this person let her kill him? Why didn't he respond at all?

This……

Suddenly, in a split second of my doubts.

I saw the eyelids of the old man Danba moved a little.Then, this old man, who was almost like a skeleton, slowly opened a pair of cloudy eyes.

he lived.

He is alive!

To be honest, I have treated quite a few patients, but the shock I felt in my heart has never been stronger than this time.

Those who have not arrived at the scene will not know this.

Danba, really, the day after tomorrow, almost completely lost, already dying.But the little witch actually brought him back to life.

What kind of medicine is this?What the hell did she do?

As a doctor, I can responsibly say that if the truth is not told to me, I will never close my eyes!

The old man Danba opened his eyes, and the little witch bent down at this moment.

The old man wriggled his lips with difficulty, and then he said a word...

This sentence is Tibetan, meaning, I am hungry.

The little witch smiled slightly, she stood up, and at the same time motioned for me to get up, then I followed behind her, and Yoyo walked out of the scripture hall.

When we got outside, she gave instructions to the middle-aged woman who led us in. She looked overjoyed, and hurriedly turned her head to ask for help.

No one in the yard left.

It can be seen that there is a hint of excitement and surprise on their faces.

I didn't pay attention to these, I desperately wanted to know all the answers to the questions, very urgently.

The witch seemed to have guessed my thoughts. She led me to the room at the beginning, and then called for Village Chief Gesang.

The village head was full of joy, walked into the house, and began to say hello to the witch.

The witch just nodded and smiled, and then she asked Gesang to get the paper and pen.

Gesang turned around, and after a while, brought the things.

The witch reached for the pen and drew something on the paper.After finishing the painting, she gave it to Gesang.

I leaned over to take a look, and the witch drew a cow, and beside the cow, there was a strange organ.

I'm not very clear about the anatomical definition of a cow's body.

Gesang understood that as soon as he patted his head, he said a bunch of words to the witch.

The witch replied in the affirmative, and then explained...

Seeing this, I hurriedly asked Village Chief Gesang what was going on.

Gesang turned his head and said, "The witch told us to give the old man Danba more of this thyroid gland from the cow. And, you must insist on eating this."

I understood it as soon as I heard it.

In an instant, all kinds of doubts lingering in my mind dissipated at once, and the answers to the questions naturally emerged.

So, what kind of disease did the old man in Danba suffer from?It's thyroid deficiency.

What does the thyroid do?

Answer: Thyroxine secreted by the thyroid gland can promote general tissue metabolism, improve nerve excitability and physical development.

But this thing, although useful, can't be too much. If there is too much, it will be hyperthyroidism, which is still a disease.

The old man lost the thyroid hormone, and the body's metabolism slowly stopped. After that, he lost his appetite, couldn't eat or drink, which eventually led to this problem.

But why didn't the witch help the old man Danba to get rid of this disease when he saw him?

I looked suspiciously at the little witch.

The other party smiled slightly, and then began to talk to Gesang endlessly.

Next, the little witch basically said something, Gesang thought for a long time, and then translated it.

During this period, it took an hour, and I finally figured out the general idea.

I didn't expect that this disease has a lot to do with the mysteries of life and death of the human body.

Although Gesang's translation is not very accurate, and some religious terms are used in it, I understand the general idea.

There are many hormones in the human body.But there is a hormone called death hormone.

Modern science has confirmed the existence of death hormone, but further research on it is still being explored.

Death hormone comes from the pituitary gland.The pituitary gland is a pea-sized substance in the brain.

This substance can stimulate the thyroid gland to secrete thyroxine, and it will also secrete death hormone.

When I was in university, my understanding of this aspect was limited to a foreign cutting-edge medical paper translated by our pathology professor.

The paper describes it as follows:

The genes ced-3 and p53 that control cell death in the human death hormone will issue instructions, and the fas protein will convey suicide instructions.

Instructions will cause people to have chaotic thinking, wrong thoughts, and bad emotions, which will disrupt the biological clock of the human body, disrupt the function regulation of the digestive system, endocrine system, and immune system, and disrupt the coding sequence and switch of dna-rna genes, thus causing disease , cancer, and even death.

But this part of the theory belongs to the cutting-edge medical science and technology. At present, no rigorous academic report has been formed. At that time, I just took a quick look.

The little witch told me that the life and death of a person has already been predetermined in the body. When it is time to die, the whole body of the person will send out a signal by itself, and then the person will be infected.

When she saw Danba, she saw the trajectory of Danba's fate. After it was cut off, there were signs of reconnection.But this continuation must wait until it is cut off before proceeding.

Therefore, she did not perform treatment at that time, but estimated the date. When Danba's fate track reached that point at this time, she performed brain gland surgery in ancient Tibetan medicine to cut off the vitality of Danba's pituitary gland. Make it no longer produce the power of death.

But in doing so, the old man in Danba will also die slowly due to the lack of a large amount of necessary hormones.

It's just that this process is already very slow.

It will take about two years before the old man dies, the real death.

Yes, death hormone exists in the brain and is secreted by the pituitary gland.But if the pituitary gland is removed, people escape the threat of death?

The answer is no, modern science is still studying this.

Because many people who have their pituitary gland removed will die again due to the lack of necessary synthetic hormones.

The pituitary gland is like a switch arranged by God for human beings.

When the death hormone is secreted to a certain amount according to your life trajectory, the malignant disease will come.However, people cannot remove it, because once the pituitary gland is removed, people will suffer from other diseases.

The little witch used Gesang as an interpreter and taught me a big lesson about life and death.

I understand, and likewise, I probably understand the situation of the old man Lu at home.

It is very likely that the two local cannons in my family used acupuncture to help Mr. Lu and stimulate another important gland in the brain.

Pineal gland!

It is precisely because of this that the old man has been reduced to the appearance of neither human nor ghost.

But, this, how to crack it?

I raised my head, and suddenly my eyes met the eyes of the little witch, and she smiled, her eyes naturally fixed on the ground under my feet.

underfoot?

what's underfootroad……

Yes, maybe, when I finish this path of worshiping the Holy City, I will be able to find the right solution to Mr. Lu.

It's already four o'clock in the morning.

The old man Danba came back from the dead, and he was a real survivor. His whole family was happy and excited about it.

I don't have time to share this joy with my Tibetan compatriots.

I have to hurry up and take a nap. I haven't slept all night, and I feel dizzy.

This sleep did not wake up until noon the next day.

Then, our group was immediately pulled together by the Tibetan brothers, and we began to sing, dance, and drink with them.

This drink lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon.

I collapse and go to sleep.

I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I was woken up by someone.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was Ren Ling.

"What's the matter, this is for me to drink, I'm so dizzy, can't I sleep more, besides, didn't I agree to leave tomorrow?"

"No..." Ren Ling was a little anxious: "Hurry up, Hong Baoli and that old Fei, they are missing!"

"Ah... disappeared?"

I sat on the bed in a daze, I couldn't figure it out, why did this person disappear?