Fairy Red Packets

Chapter 60:

After a while, Zheng Yifan sent someone to ask Zheng Bancheng to come out. He was wearing a white Tang suit, walking steadily, full of energy, and there was a hint of majesty in his eyes, which did not look sick at all.

"Xuejun, you are here too, do it all."

Zheng Bancheng's easygoing nature naturally showed a long-term domineering attitude of giving orders, and one couldn't help but just do what he said.

"These two are Ji Shitang's genius doctor Zhang and his grandson."

After everyone sat down, Zheng Yifan hurriedly recommended to Zheng Bancheng. Zheng Jiacheng nodded at Zhang Changyi, playing with two black and red Wenwan walnuts.

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, today I will mainly see the sick for you, and my grandpa will give you some advice and promise you will see you right away."

As Zhang Yang said, he didn't forget to glance at Chen Xin proudly, did you see it, there is no place for you to speak.

"Okay, it turns out that the hero was born in a young age. Since the doctor Zhang is relieved to let you take action, you must have obtained the medical skills of Zhang Laozhen. Don't worry, as long as you help me cure the disease, 10 million points are indispensable.

Zheng Bancheng said loudly, this little money is not worth mentioning to him.

"Dad, I have also hired a doctor for you. He is a little genius doctor with superb medical skills."

Mu Xuejun hurriedly recommended Chen Xin out.

"Okay, yes, really young and promising, I will trouble the two little friends for a while."

Zheng Bancheng smiled, but didn't mean to look down on Chen Xin.

"Old Zheng, don't you start diagnosis and treatment now?"

Zhang Yang saw that Zheng Bancheng was just talking and laughing, as if he had no intention of seeing a doctor, so he was a little anxious.

"Ah."

Chen Xin glanced at the Wenwan Walnut that Zheng Bancheng was playing with, and he let out a chuckle. Zhang Changyi's face changed slightly, and he faked a cough.

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, sat back in his position, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to relieve Zheng Lao's illness soon!"

"Hehe, if I look at it now, I'm afraid I can't see anything." Zheng Bancheng smiled helplessly. "I've seen many experts before and have done various checks, but I can't find anything wrong. You can only tell when the headache is on."

"It's so strange, can I take the pulse first?" Zhang Yang asked with some confusion.

Zheng Bancheng didn't refuse either. Zhang Yang couldn't help but change the face of the pulse. There was no problem with the pulse, so he couldn't help looking at his grandpa.

Zhang Changyi pondered for a moment, and walked over to diagnose Zheng Bancheng's pulse in person, with the same result.

"Elder Zheng, if I see well, wait another hour, you should have an attack."

Chen Xin said lightly.

Zheng Bancheng was shocked:

"Oh? How do you know that I will get sick in one hour?"

"I guess, Mu Ju told me that you have a migraine, and it's noon in an hour. The temperature rises and the false fire rises, which can easily cause a migraine."

Chen Xin explained with a smile.

He has seen the crux of the matter, but it is inconvenient to say clearly and can only talk nonsense.

"Yes, there is some truth."

Zheng Bancheng nodded towards Chen Xin approvingly, and the public face on the side suddenly became ugly, feeling that Chen Xin was pressing him again.

As time passed bit by bit, Chen Xin waited while thinking about how to treat it appropriately, thinking about it, but there was a way, but it was inconvenient to display in the public.

So I can only watch the changes temporarily.

As expected by Chen Xin's words, before 12 o'clock, Zheng Bancheng's expression suddenly changed, and a painful expression appeared on his face. Then he hugged his head with his hands and screamed very depressed.

"Old Zheng, hold on, I will give you the needle."

Zhang Yang hurriedly came to Zheng Bancheng, took out the silver needles he had prepared, and pointed them at Zheng Bancheng Baihui, the blood sea, and the jade pillow behind his head.

However, after a few stitches, Zheng Bancheng didn't feel any relief. Zhang Changyi suddenly shouted, "Don't use Liuhe Needle Method, use Five Thunder God Fire Moxibustion!"

Zhang Yang hurriedly changed the acupuncture method, piercing the acupoints of Zheng Bancheng accurately one by one with silver needles. Two minutes later, the expression on Zheng Bancheng's face gradually improved. At the same time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously.

Chen Xin nodded and said, "Ji Shitang is indeed well-deserved, even the Five Thunder God Fire Moxibustion."

The corner of his mouth was raised, and he proudly said: "That is, Ji Shitang's name is not for nothing!"

"Oh!"

Chen Xin smiled, noncommittal, and whispered thoughtfully, "Five Thunder God Fire Moxibustion... God Fire Moxibustion..."

Suddenly my eyes lit up and asked: "Mu Ju, sorry, where is the bathroom?"

"Go to the right and walk to the end of the corridor."

Mu Xuejun pointed with his hand.

Chen Xin got up and went to the bathroom, Zhang Yang coldly snorted in the back: "Hey, you are not ashamed, do you use urine to escape?"

Chen Xin said faintly: "In less than two minutes, the old man will relapse. I will come as soon as I go."

Hearing this, everyone's complexion changed drastically, and Zheng Yifan said angrily: "Why, how can there be such a curse?"

Zhang Yang sneered and said, "It's not that I have cured Mr. Zheng. I can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour!"

Mu Xuejun also frowned slightly. Yesterday, I saw Chen Xin's excellent conversation, but I didn't expect his performance today to be so unsatisfactory.

Ignoring the cynicism behind him, Chen Xin quickly walked into the bathroom, then took out the silver needle, and muttered to herself: "Five Thunder Gods Fire Moxibustion...Sanwei Real Fire...How to apply Shamisen Real Fire to acupuncture?"

The five thunder god fire moxibustion used by Zhang Yang just now brought him inspiration. If you talk about the god fire, what else can compare to the real fire of Samadhi?

Chen Xin once used the real fire of Samadhi, but he breathed fire in his mouth to defeat the enemy and defeat the enemy. It was obviously not appropriate to use it for acupuncture.

When people are in desperation, wisdom is infinite. Chen Xin is anxious to become wise, holding a silver needle in his hand, and shouting in his mouth: "Sanmai is really hot!"

"call!"

In an instant, a flame instantly burned the silver needle to ashes.

It’s too big...

Smaller, then smaller... Chen Xin meditated silently in his heart that the real fire of Samadhi was gradually shrinking as if it were spiritual, and a small flame appeared at the fingertips, like a lighter.

A smile appeared on Chen Xin's face, and he hurriedly roasted the remaining silver needles on the flame, and then walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, Zhang Yang was still showing off in the living room: "There is no disease in the world that my grandfather can't cure. My grandfather cannot cure it. Few people in the world can cure it... I wipe it!"

As he was talking, Zheng Bancheng's expression suddenly changed and he let out a scream, almost frightening Zhang Yang to death.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zheng?"

Zhang Yang asked in a panic.

"My head... my head hurts!"

Zheng Bancheng hugged his head with his hands and screamed again. Everyone immediately panicked. Zheng Yifan hurriedly shouted, "Little genius doctor, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yang said with a sad face, "I don't know either!"

Mu Xuejun said anxiously: "Mr. Zhang, did the little princess have a deviation in the injection just now? Think of a solution!"

Old Zhang Changyi blushed, "Just now Zhang Yang used acupuncture accurately, and there is no deviation, but this is the first time I have seen an old man with this symptom, I...I can do nothing!"