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Chapter 227 Floating Life Nineteen Needles

When Ding Zhengyang heard the words, he didn't care about alleviating the embarrassment of the two, and ran towards the room at the end of the corridor anxiously.

Ye Chen didn't care about continuing to argue with Kong Lao, and followed Ding Zhengyang's footsteps.

The other three also hurriedly followed in their footsteps and came to the end of the corridor.

The murals on the wall passed quickly, and the few people arrived at the door in no time.

Ding Zhengyang took out the key from his pocket in a panic, inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it twice quickly, and pushed the door open.

boom!
The door slammed open, and a big bed came into view.

A thin, skinny little girl was lying beside the bed and howling.

The five fingers, which looked like matchsticks, were firmly clasping the floor at this moment, drawing white marks on the floor.

The little girl's eyes turned white, and a meaningless moan came from her throat, obviously in some abnormal state.

When Ding Zhengyang saw this, he became anxious immediately, rushed to the little girl's side in quick steps, and shouted loudly: "Shijiu, what's the matter with you? You should answer my father's words, what's the matter with you?"

Ye Chen saw it and knew that this should be Ding Shishi's anorexic sister, Ding Shijiu.

It's just that the little girl's current situation is obviously not right, she didn't respond to Ding Zhengyang's words at all, and there was a weak moan in her throat.

Ding Shishi was also full of anxiety, subconsciously grabbed Ye Chen's sleeve and said anxiously: "Look quickly, how did my sister become like this?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the current situation, if we talk about anorexia, it really can't be justified.

Which patient with anorexia would become like this?
Just like that, people will believe you when you say that this little girl is possessed by a demon.

But before Ye Chen could give a judgment, Kong Lao took the first step.

He quickly took out a roll of cloth from his bag, walked up to Ding Zhengyang and squatted down, shouting loudly: "Get out of the way!"

Hearing this, Ding Zhengyang backed away without hesitation, but he still whispered: "Mr. Kong, please forgive me."

Kong Lao ignored him at all, his hands moved like flying, and he rolled the cloth and spread it out on the ground, revealing a silver light in the sunlight.

Ye Chen frowned, and it turned out to be a roll of silver needles!
I saw that Kong Lao's eyes swept quickly, the five fingers of his left hand were dancing all over Ding Shijiu's body, and the right hand was holding the silver needles, piercing them one by one.

And with the insertion of the silver needle, a miraculous scene appeared!

Ding Shijiu's originally high arched body gradually lay flat, and the disordered breath gradually eased, and the white eyes slowly returned to black and white.

However, Kong Lao did not relax, but continued to insert silver needles on Ding Shijiu's acupuncture points and twist the silver needles at the same time.

Following Kong Lao's actions, Ding Shijiu's condition finally improved, and he fell into a calm state, slowly lying flat on the floor.

After a while, the sound of gentle breathing came, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After finishing the last needle, Kong Lao wiped off his sweat and let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'm fine for now."

When Ding Zhengyang heard this, his eyes turned red.

A man in his forties, facing this scene, was still so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Just now, just for a moment, he really almost thought that his daughter was going to leave him!
"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Kong..." Ding Zhengyang grabbed Mr. Kong's hands vigorously, suppressing the tears in his eyes, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do today!"

And Ding Shishi also breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her flushed face lightly, her eyes were slightly red.

Just now, she almost thought that she was going to lose her sister.

Ye Chen, who had been silent by the side, suddenly said at this moment: "Mr. Kong, did you use the Fusheng nineteen-needle technique just now?"

Kong Lao, who was pulling out the silver needles one by one, glanced at Ye Chen with some surprise: "You are a little bit knowledgeable, yes, it is the nineteen needles of floating life."

Ye Chenlang said: "Kong Lao is worthy of being the master of traditional Chinese medicine. The Fusheng Nineteen Needles technique is proficient, and the needles are in place. The technique of piercing acupuncture points with silver needles is worthy of Kong Lao's name."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Kong Lao looked pale, but then he heard Ye Chen raise his voice.

"The greatest effect of the nineteen needles of Fusheng is suppression. The silver needles are used to puncture the big acupoints to suppress the disease forcibly. Combined with the unique herbal medicine, it can suppress most difficult and miscellaneous diseases." Ye Chen's gaze was like a torch, and his voice Ru Hong Zhong, "But this acupuncture method is difficult to reach the lesion. If the lesion cannot be completely eradicated in the next few days, it will only become more and more serious. In the end, this little girl will undoubtedly die!"

The last sentence is like black clouds pressing down on the city, and thunder bursts.

Must die!

These four words hit Ding Zhengyang's head fiercely like a heavy hammer, causing his eyes to turn black.

And Kong Lao's originally relaxed complexion suddenly became ugly at this time.

"Yellow-mouthed boy, speak wild words! This old man's technique is enough to eradicate the disease!" Kong Lao flicked his sleeves, his tone full of confidence.

And Ding Zhengyang also stood up staggeringly, and he calmed down after a while, but his face was still ashen.

However, no father would be in a good mood when he heard a stranger say that his daughter would die.

"Mr. Ye, just now I proposed to hire you as the home cook of my Ding's family. I was rash." Ding Zhengyang said in a deep voice, "It's getting late today, and my daughter needs to rest. Let's find time to discuss it some other day."

Ye Chen smiled wordlessly, it's only two o'clock in the afternoon, where is it getting late?

It's clear that it's an order to evict customers!
But Ye Chen didn't care about Ding Zhengyang's attitude, he didn't blame Ding Zhengyang.

After all, if someone came to the door and behaved like me, I would probably drive him away directly.

"In that case, I'll leave first." Ye Chen didn't intend to stay any longer, turned around and left directly.

What I said just now, I hope to make this Kong Lao pay more attention to it.

Ding Shijiu's performance just now, I think Mr. Kong should have seen it too, it is definitely not because of anorexia.

As for what the problem is, I have already given a hint, and I will see if Mr. Kong can see it.

The effect of Fusheng's nineteen needles is overbearing. There are only a few diseases that even these nineteen needles can't cure.

Ye Chen went all the way down the stairs, and just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard someone calling himself behind him.

Turning her head to see, Ding Shishi was running towards her in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, my father really cared too much about my sister's condition, that's why I lost like this." Ding Shishi apologized respectfully with a guilty expression on her face.

Ye Chen waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, I can understand, but your sister's illness, you should pay more attention to it."

(End of this chapter)