Farmer Senda

Chapter 96

What a strong medicinal smell!
Before entering the ward, Zhang Xiaohu smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and realized that the old man of the Song family was more serious than he imagined.

Zhang Xiaohu had smelled this medicinal smell in many places.

Walking into the room, the first thing that came into view was a sick bed. Lying on the bed was a skinny old man, almost unrecognizable, with bones left all over his body.

Beside the old man, there are a few nurses and doctors, doing something in an orderly manner. They didn't have any thoughts because they came in from the outside. It can be seen how good their work quality is.

Right now, a doctor is reporting something. The old man on the couch opened his cloudy eyes, and he looked lifeless. From his occasional majesty, it is not an exaggeration for this old man to become the Song family's Ding Haishenzhen, even if he is dying now. , can still see some traces.

At this time, that old Feng was feeling his pulse, and from the point of view of feeling his pulse, his skills were not bad. This is something that no one can learn, and it takes a long time to experience it.

"Xiao Zhang, are you sure?"

Cheng Zhendong's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. The old man of the Song family is in a more serious condition than he imagined. He drank and chatted together at the beginning, but now he has become like this, almost unrecognizable.

The last time he came here, Cheng Zhendong remembered that the old man of the Song family could still talk, and his complexion was quite good. It would be hard to accept that time would pass so quickly, and it would turn into the current situation in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaohu had no spiritual energy, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I will try my best!"

Not far away, Zhao Dongbo sneered, "Pretending to be!"

Zhang Xiaohu ignored this kind of person lazily, and he knew at a glance that he was spoiled by his family. This kind of person always puts himself on a high place, leaving behind the things behind him, he actually has nothing.

In fact, it is true.

Cheng Xi didn't like that Zhao Dongbo, "Brother Hu, do you want me to deal with that kid!"

"No need!" Zhang Xiaohu shook his head.

Old Feng looked dignified, felt his pulse carefully, frowned tightly, put down the old man's hand, and Zhao Dongbo next to him took out a wooden box.

This is a wooden box containing silver needles, which are full of silver needles of different sizes. Compared with Zhang Xiaohu's Jiulong needles, the quality is more than a little bit worse.

"The needle is moving!"

Acupuncture, the essence of 5000 years of history, unfortunately, the essence handed down has been lost.

Known as the King of Acupuncture, Mr. Feng has his own unique insights into acupuncture and moxibustion.

Zhao Dongbo was complacent, and looked over with provocative eyes, as if to say, see, the skills of the needle king are not something you, a liar, can do.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't take this to heart. If he had to deal with that kid when he was young, since he had aura behind him, whenever he became irritable, the aura would flow automatically, and the anger would slowly disappear in the bud. .

The best way to deal with people like Zhao Dongbo is to ignore him. Once you pay attention, he will find a place of prestige. Once you ignore him, after a long time, you can only give up.

Zhang Xiaohu was calm and calm, which caught the eye of Song Wanjun, who was observing secretly.

Song Wanjun would definitely pay attention to the miracle doctor invited by Cheng Zhendong. After all, to get into Uncle Cheng's eyes must be a skill. If it wasn't for the appearance of Mr. Feng, he would not neglect this young man.

"Did I do something wrong?" Song Wanjun thought to himself.

Song Wanqian, who was not far away, was also looking at this young man in his heart. Of course, he didn't care about the person his elder brother hired. How could a young man compare with Feng Lao.

If Mr. Feng's acupuncture is divinely assisted, everyone will be dazzled. This is the real essence of acupuncture and moxibustion.

Everyone was dazzled, but there was only one person who didn't, and that was Zhang Xiaohu.

"As expected of the King of Acupuncture, this should be some kind of secret technique of acupuncture!" Zhang Xiaohu looked at it carefully, and Mr. Feng's behavior was very fast, but he still couldn't escape his eyes.

One way, all ways.

Zhang Xiaohu now understands this meaning. Acupuncture and moxibustion has been handed down from ancient times, and there are small and large branches that are connected with each other, and there are changes in different sizes between the branches.

No matter how it changes, acupuncture and moxibustion have something in common.

After learning the Jiulong back-acupuncture technique, Zhang Xiaohu saw through the essence of acupuncture and moxibustion at a glance, and paid more attention to this set of acupuncture and moxibustion techniques.

Without comparison, you will never know whether it is good or bad.

Zhang Xiaohu now understands how lucky he is to be able to learn this set of Nine Dragons Flying Needle Technique. At the same time, he is glad that he has got the space. If there is no space, even with this luck, he may not be able to learn this thing.

Feng Lao started with silver needles, and the acupoints were full of silver needles. Mr. Song, who had a bad complexion, seemed to have taken a tonic, and his face became rosy. Those who didn't know thought it was a reflection of the light.

"Old Feng, is the old man sick?" Song Wanjun asked anxiously.

Even if Song Wanjun is now in charge of family affairs, he is more worried about the old man's condition than anyone else.

Mr. Feng sighed, "Mr. Song's illness is very strange. His blood is slowly passing away, and all organs are good. Except for some old ones, the source of the problem can't be found. The old man can't do anything about it. However, I Here is a prescription that can alleviate the exacerbation of the condition!"

A look of disappointment flashed in Song Wanjun's eyes, and he didn't dare to say anything. After all, Feng Lao's reputation is there, "Trouble me, Feng Lao!" He turned around and gave him a pen and paper.

"Uncle Song, why did you forget Brother Hu here?" Cheng Xi was very displeased with Zhao Dongbo, and pulled Zhang Xiaohu out on the spot. He didn't believe that Feng Lao could beat Zhang Xiaohu.

"Is he alright?" Zhao Dongbo asked bluntly.

Mr. Feng didn't stop him, and let Zhao Dongbo make trouble. He had a bad impression of Zhang Xiaohu. Now that the old man of the Song family couldn't see his condition, he felt somewhat irritable, so he happened to use Zhang Xiaohu as a punching bag.

"Your master didn't speak, what are you?" Cheng Xi usually hangs around outside, no matter who you are, Mr. Feng, I just don't take you seriously.

"You..." Cursed, Zhao Dongbo was Cheng Xi's opponent, he stretched out his hand, not knowing what to say.

Cheng Zhendong surprisingly didn't open his mouth. Old Feng's reputation was so great that he would have given face to him before, but now that he has Xiao Zhang's genius doctor, he really didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that the two parties were about to quarrel, Song Wanjun stood up as a peacemaker. He didn't want the two parties to be uncomfortable, which was not what he wanted to see.

"Old Feng, Xiao Zhang, give me some face about this, is that all right?"

Song Wanjun has never felt aggrieved before, and neither side can offend him. At this moment, he hates his younger brother Song Wanqian, so he must inform him when he brings someone back, and now he has become a mouse in a bellows, suffering from both ends. .

"Brother, what you said is wrong!" Song Wanqian naturally wanted to speak up for Mr. Feng, "Even Mr. Feng can't help it. Could it be that Xiao Zhang, who has no hair yet, can find out the reason?"

"Song Wanqian, stand aside, you have no place to speak here!" Cheng Zhendong's face darkened, and he scolded in a low voice. As a good friend of Mr. Song, he naturally has the qualifications to reprimand him.

When Cheng Zhendong made an attack, Song Wanjun secretly thought that it was not good, he glared at Song Wanqian, and said with an apologetic smile: "Uncle Cheng, don't take his words to heart, how could I not believe the guests you invited!"

"Uncle Cheng, if it wasn't because of your old man, I wouldn't have come here at all!" Cheng Zhendong's expression brightened somewhat, and he turned to Zhang Xiaohu and said, "Xiao Zhang, please help the old man take a look!"

Song Wanjun also said at this time: "Xiao Zhang, don't worry about going up!"

Song Wanqian didn't speak again. He was arrogant before, but he didn't dare to offend Cheng Zhendong. He rolled his eyes, looking at Zhang Xiaohu and wondering what he was thinking.

Zhang Xiaohu said lightly: "Okay!"

In fact, Zhang Xiaohu really wanted to see what was wrong with the old man.

Walking quickly to the side of the couch, Zhang Xiaohu sat down, and a few sneers came from beside him, apparently not optimistic that he could see the old man's condition.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care at all, it's none of your business if I see a doctor.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking and feeling, and the most basic thing is feeling, which is often said to feel the pulse.

Men left and women right, this is the requirement to feel the pulse.

Zhang Xiaohu stretched out two fingers and placed them on Master Song's hand. Speaking of which, this was the first time he felt his pulse, and his jerky performance immediately fell into the eyes of Zhao Dongbo and Feng Lao.

According to their eyes, Zhang Xiaohu was a novice at a glance.

Old Feng shook his head, the boy is the boy and he wants to come here to deceive people?

Zhao Dongbo was even more proud. He had studied with Feng Lao for several years, and his vision had been cultivated. "It really is a miracle doctor. I admire him so much!"

A sneer flashed in Zhang Xiaohu's eyes, "Smile, you won't be able to laugh later, lower your head, and start to run the aura, feeling the pulse is just for decoration, the aura is the most important thing.

A ray of spiritual energy penetrated into the blood of Mr. Song and moved along the meridians. At the same time, a picture appeared in Zhang Xiaohu's mind, which was Mr. Song's human body diagram.

"That old man Feng is right, Mr. Song is indeed very healthy!"

With the aura flowing, Zhang Xiaohu could see that Mr. Feng was right, but why did this situation happen now?He couldn't think of it for a while, but frowned slightly, and continued to let the aura rush down. He believed that his aura should be able to find out the source of the problem.

Zhang Xiaohu frowned on this side, while Song Wanqian on the other side finally found an excuse to vent his anger.

"Brother, I don't think that person is useful!" Song Wanqian was smart this time, and he didn't name anyone anymore, and everyone present knew who he was talking about.

Cheng Zhendong was calmer than anyone else, and replied flatly, "There is a limit to everything!"

This is tantamount to warning Song Wanqian. In the past, he had a good impression of Song Wanqian, but after today, his impression is particularly bad. Why did the Song family produce such a person.

Song Wanqian was so distracted by Cheng Zhendong's words that he didn't dare to speak anymore, he naturally resented this old guy in his heart, he was just a young man, he deserved your politeness, his head was really caught by the door.

Old Feng shook his head while watching. If Song Wanjun wasn't here, he would have turned around and left by now.

As the needle king, Mr. Feng has a lot of pride.

"If you can't find out, don't waste your time here!"

Time passed quietly, Zhao Dongbo got impatient waiting.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohu stood up, his brows stretched, and he turned around to face Song Wanjun.

"The old man has worms in his veins!"

(End of this chapter)