Rebirth Era's Petite Wife

Chapter 1237 Poisoning
In less than a quarter of an hour, the old man woke up leisurely and seemed to be in good spirits. Shen Jiao knew that it was the effect of her Yangrong Pill, and the middle-aged man rushed over, his concern was beyond words.

"Father, how do you feel?"

Although the old man was terminally ill, his eyes were still sharp. Shen Jiao didn't dare to look into his eyes. He felt even worse than Han Qingye. He was still so sick. If he was in good health, he wouldn't know how severe it was. !
"It's okay, it's much more comfortable, where is this?" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and he immediately asked about the environment he was in.

"Dad, this is the Haishi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. This is Dr. Dong, who was famous in Beijing back then. You praised Dr. Dong's medical skills before!" The middle-aged man said with a smile.

The old man turned his head to look at Dong Fangzheng, squinted his eyes for a long time, and said in disgust, "Why are you so fat?"

"puff"

Shen Jiao couldn't hold back her spitting, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, the occasion was wrong, she'd better go home and laugh again.

Dong Fangzheng stared at Shen Jiao angrily, looked at the old man suspiciously, and asked, "Excuse me for my stupid eyes, how dare I ask you?"

The old man laughed and said in a hoarse voice: "My surname is Liu, Wendao Liu. I saw a doctor at your place decades ago. At that time, you were as thin as a monkey."

The corners of Shen Jiao's mouth twitched, and she covered her hands even harder, she didn't dare to laugh out loud, and Dean Yang also smiled, knowing that the old leader would not die for a while, his heart was also relieved.

Dong Fangzheng curled his lips resentfully, for a while, he really couldn't remember which temple the Bodhisattva of this old guy was, but he must be wrong because he has a good background, and he didn't dare to talk back, even though he is usually crazy and has no rules , but the rules that should be followed are clear to him, who can show off, and who must be respected, the truth is profound!
"I'm generous and fat, and my apprentice is also filial. He cooks delicious food for me every day. It's no wonder I'm not fat." Dong Fangzheng covered Shen Jiao's head with a pot of fat all over her body, and Shen Jiao hummed softly. With a sound, I made up my mind that I must have chin beans at night.

The old man glanced at Shen Jiao, with a smile in his eyes, and praised: "You are blessed to have a good apprentice."

Dong Fangzheng laughed, with a chubby face and a little complacent, he took out a golden needle from the needle bag, with a very serious expression: "I have to give you the needle, it hurts a bit, why don't you bite the cork?"

The old man's face was indifferent, and he said calmly: "It's okay, you just stick."

Dong Fangzheng didn't insist either, although he didn't remember which big Buddha this old man was, but the evil aura on the old man was so heavy that he could tell at a glance that he was a military soldier crawling out of the dead, how could such a person be afraid of a little golden needle Pain?

"Okay, you lie down."

Dong Fang was helping the old man to lie down, and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the skin like withered tree bark, Shen Jiao glanced at it from a distance, and was taken aback.

There is no good skin on this old man, there are festering scars everywhere, just like a leper, it looks scary, no wonder this old man is so thin that his body is so rotting, I don’t know how painful it is, He can still talk and chat calmly, this concentration is not comparable to ordinary people.

Dong Fangzheng calmed down, burned the golden needle on the candle for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and quickly inserted it into the key point on the old man's body. Shen Jiao didn't even see his movements clearly, she only saw a golden shadow, and then the old man's body was like a hedgehog, full of golden needles, shining with golden light.

The reason why Huichuntang's golden needle technique is famous is that it is fast, and there should be no pause between each needle for more than three seconds. Once the delay is delayed, it will not only fail to save people, but aggravate the condition.

That's why Dong Fangzheng is the only one who can master this skill in Huichun Hall, and even Qi Yuxi has not been able to learn it. This is what he has been brooding about for decades.

Dong Fangzheng finished thirteen stitches, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. After the last stitch was completed, he let out a long sigh of relief. Shen Jiao hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, feeling a little ashamed.

Dong Fangzheng had taught her this set of thirteen stitches before, but she was not enlightened enough, so she couldn't learn it no matter how much she practiced. After these thirteen injections, it will take at least a few days to recover.

Both the middle-aged man and Dean Yang watched intently, especially Dean Yang, who had long admired the golden needle name of Huichun Hall, and now that he had seen it, it was indeed well-deserved, and he felt ashamed. Even if he practiced for 50 years, he could not achieve it. Dong Fangzheng has been famous for a long time, and he really has real skills.

The golden needles on the old man's body suddenly trembled. First, one golden needle trembled. The tail of the needle trembled very quickly like a bee flapping its wings. Then the other golden needles trembled, buzzing, as if a swarm of bees flew over.

"Take a deep breath, then exhale, and spit out the stale air in the body, no matter how painful it is, you have to endure it."

Dong Fang was exhorting the old man, his expression tense, the old man's face began to contort, big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he didn't say a word, his lips were clenched tightly, his hands were tightly clutching the bed sheet, his veins were bursting.

The middle-aged man couldn't bear to see it, and stretched out his arm, "Father, will you bite my hand?"

The old man closed his eyes tightly, ignored his son, his lips were bleeding, and he still didn’t even hum. Dong Fangzheng looked at the old man with admiration. The pain of gold needles on his body was not much easier than giving birth to a child. Is this old man really man!

"Okay, I'll bleed you and hold out your hand."

Half an hour later, Dong Fangzheng put away the golden needle. The old man was wet all over, but he was in good spirits, much better than before. Dong Fangzheng took out the jade knife from the medicine box and cut the old man's right elbow. Thick thick blood flowed out slowly, and a stench filled the room immediately, even the middle-aged man couldn't stand it and covered his nose.

Shen Jiao ran over and opened the window, took out the incense sticks from the medicine box, lit three sets in a row, and only then did the stench be covered.

"Look, this is all the poison in your body, it has already reached the bone marrow, so it's no wonder it doesn't hurt!"

Dong Fang looked positive as usual, he bled in an orderly manner, used a lot of cotton balls, waited for the blood to fade a bit, then stopped the bleeding from the old man's wound, and fed him a blood-replenishing pill.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically, and he asked in surprise, "Master Dong, is my father poisoned? Isn't he sick?"

Dong Fangzheng nodded, "That's right, it's poisoned, and it's chronic poisoning, at least ten years old."

The middle-aged man exchanged glances with the old man, and then asked: "Does Miracle Doctor Dong know what kind of poison my father has?"

Dong Fangzheng shook his head, "I won't be able to say it for a while. I have to study it. I'll tell you when I get the results."

"There is a genius doctor, Lao Dong." The middle-aged man thanked him gratefully.

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