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He slapped himself hard, suspecting that he was dreaming now, and only then did he feel a little more reality as he felt the hot pain coming from his cheeks.

"Brother Zheng, what are you doing here? If you think that the time is short, there are also longer ones, ten or eight years, or even until you die!" Yang Zixing said.

Zheng Yu

: "......" was silent for a while, and he said: "If it can be cured, I naturally hope that it will get better as soon as possible, and half a year is just right."

"You said it earlier, I thought that this illness had been with you for too long, and you had developed feelings. Yang Zixing said jokingly.

Zheng Yu's social status is not lower than that of Su Jianye, but he does not have the high shelf of the other party, but he is somewhat similar to Su Jingchen, and it makes people feel very comfortable to get along.

Not everyone is qualified to associate with him, if he can't get into his eyes, even if the other party is high and powerful, rich and rivals the country, it is worthless in his eyes.

......

The First Hospital of Xinghai City.

Su Yuanshan rested for a while, regained some strength, and woke up slowly.

"I'm a little hungry, is it time to eat?" he asked, feeling hungry in his belly.

"Dad, have you woken up?" Su Jianye was pleasantly surprised, and immediately ordered, "Quick, get some food!"

After a while, a sumptuous table of meals was placed in the ward, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Dad, what do you like to eat, I'll help you ......"

Before he finished speaking, Su Yuanshan snatched the chopsticks and devoured them.

In the ward, the people who saw this scene were stunned.

Su Jingchen on the side couldn't help but be ecstatic and said: "Grandpa, you are ......"

He clearly knew that grandpa hadn't eaten much these days, and he needed their supervision every time, and he would eat a little bit at will every time.

And today, he actually took the initiative to ask for food, and he looked like he was full of taste, not at all like a seriously ill person.

"Great, is grandpa's illness okay?" Su Jingyue said.

Everyone was happy, but Su Jianye quieted down, because he realized that his father's behavior was a little abnormal, a bit like a legendary flashback.

Glancing at the crowd, he didn't say anything, but just went out and called Dr. Luo.

After the old man finished eating, Dr. Luo carefully examined it, and said with an exclamation on his face: "General Su's physical level has improved in all aspects, and it is developing in a better direction...... It's incredible...... "

At this time, Su Jianye was finally relieved, but then he became a little puzzled.

In the hospital, the treatment of his father's illness was not yet started, so how could his father get better for no reason?

At this time, somehow, he thought of Yang Zixing.

"Bear with it, it may hurt a little later!" In

one room, Yang Zixing asked Zheng Yu to strip naked and lie on the bed, with a row of slender silver needles beside him, and said solemnly.

"Huh, how much does it hurt?" Zheng Yu couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene that day.

Although the pain only lasted for half a day before disappearing, the feeling was unforgettable.

Yang Zixing thought for a while: "I think it's better to stun you, otherwise it will be bad if you move around and touch the silver needle later."

Zheng Yu was anxious when he heard this: "Don't! I can't help it...... Can you inject an anesthetic?"

"Forget it!" Yang Zixing casually tore off the sheets, tore them into strips of cloth, and tied his hands and feet firmly, then clapped his hands, "That's it! This should be fine!" "Don't

be so exaggerated, right?" Zheng Yu smiled bitterly, he felt that his patience was still quite good, even if it hurt again, he could endure it by gritting his teeth.

"Don't exaggerate, you'll find out later!" he

said, pulling out a silver needle and inserting it into a hole in the other's chest.

"Ahh

At this moment, he realized why Zixing insisted on tying his hands and feet, and he even regretted it now, why he didn't faint.

A huge wail sounded in the room, and the voice gradually became hoarse, Yang Zixing turned a deaf ear, and the silver needle in his hand kept falling, piercing into various acupuncture points accurately.

His gaze was like a gaze, and his spiritual power was extremely high.

Acupuncture point therapy is simple, but the whole process is very strict, the order of the needle, the depth of the puncture, and so on are extremely strict, a little mistake, the effect may be greatly reduced.

This is also the reason why acupoint therapy cannot be popularized on a large scale, because the same set of techniques, different people perform, the effect may be very different.

Half an hour later.

Zheng Yu was lying on the bed, his whole body was soaked with sweat, the green tendons on his upper body were bursting up, his voice was hoarse, and the whole person looked as if he had died once.

Yang Zixing picked up the silver needles one by one and exclaimed: "Brother Zheng has a good will, he actually persevered!".