Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Hear Song Qingshan's words.

Hope suddenly rekindled in my heart.

"Since you dare to speak, there is a way." Song Qingshan said flatly, then stood up slowly.

"Then please."

Wu Xiaoqing was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly helped Song Qingshan into his mother's ward.

"Old man, look, this old man is too conceited. Last time I told you that you still didn't believe me, so he scolded me."

"Seeing is believing now."

Sun Xiaofu looked at his old man with resentment and said.

"Little Fu, the more capable people are, the more tempered they are. The old gentleman is at this age. If he is not sure, he will definitely not speak nonsense."

"If you are so rude again, don't blame me for punishing you for half a year."

Sun Shouwu's tone was severe.

"Go, help me to have a look."

"Oh."

Sun Xiaofu didn't dare to speak anymore, and helped his old man to the door of the ward.

other people in the house.

Seeing Song Qingshan enter the ward, they all ran over to watch.

They all want to see if this quack who doesn't speak wildly has any real skills.

In the ward.

Song Qingshan looked at the unconscious old woman.

No pulse at all.

The severity of the disease can be seen by using the technique of inspection, and epilepsy and hysteria are most obvious on the face.

"Huairu, golden needle."

Song Qingshan glanced at Qin Huairu and said.

"Good old man." Qin Huairu's pretty face looked a little nervous being watched by so many people.

If the old man of my family said it, he quickly opened the medicine box.

Take out a set of gold needles.

"Acupuncture?"

When Sun Shouwu saw the needle, he was very puzzled.

The patient is terminally ill.

Even if there is a way, we can only use drugs, and they are heavy drugs.

Then this way.

Even if the patient's epilepsy and hysteria can be alleviated, the side effects of the drug are still there.

It can also kill the patient.

So no solution.

Acupuncture has little effect.

Sun Shouwu frowned.

He couldn't read it.

Not to mention other people, seeing the old man pretending to take out a set of needles.

Didn't even feel the pulse.

I feel even more underestimated.

Song Qingshan picked up a golden needle, closed his eyes slightly, and collected his energy for a moment.

Then suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes are exquisite and exquisite.

Song Qingshan raised his hand, and a golden needle landed on the old woman's temple.

The old woman who was originally sleepy.

His brow moved slightly.

Followed by.

Song Qingshan No. [-] Middle School kept moving, and another five or six needles were dropped in just a few seconds.

fast.

The crowd should be dazzled.

His face was shocked.

This old man really has some real skills.

however.

These laymen just saw that Song Qingshan dropped the needle very quickly.

Taishan Beidou in Sunshouwu TCM circle.

See Song Qingshan's acupuncture.

There was a turbulent wave in my heart, and my whole body was trembling slightly.

Especially seeing Song Qingshan's methods.

Simply amazing.

Has reached the pinnacle of acupuncture and moxibustion.

Ghost hands without a shadow.

"This, this is the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate." Sun Shouwu exclaimed with trembling lips.

This set of acupuncture has been lost for many years.

Although it is recorded in many medical books, no one has been able to display it.

Unexpectedly, today is an eye-opener.

Thirteen needles at the ghost gate?

Sun Xiaofu was even more shocked. She was familiar with various medical books and naturally understood this acupuncture method.

Specializes in the treatment of these mental illnesses.

Seeing the astonished expressions of these people, Qin Huairu showed a relieved smile on his face.

This time I have seen how powerful my old man is.

You look down upon others.

Factory Manager Yang was even more elated, and the old man did not disappoint.

This time it is safe to cling to the Wu family.

After a while.

Song Qingshan stopped what he was doing, and the needle was inserted.

The 390 ghost gate thirteen needles are used.

This set of acupuncture has a miraculous effect on epileptic hysteria.

If you don't have this set of stitches.

Song Qingshan would not boast too much, this patient is indeed terminally ill.

It can be said that the mind is chaotic.

"Mr. Song, you've worked hard. Can my mother wake up?"

Wu Xiaoqing became uneasy now.

Worry about gain and loss.

From Elder Sun's expression, he could see that the acupuncture method was really effective.

It's just that my mother is really seriously ill.

Waking up every day is like going crazy, not only swearing at others, but sometimes self-harm.

It takes two or three people to watch it.

Sometimes the disease was so severe that she had to be tied to the bed.

Wu Xiaoqing was exhausted because of his mother's illness.

Originally, he could go up to a higher level in his official position, but it was delayed because of this.

"Bring a pen and paper and I'll write a prescription."

Song Qingshan said slowly.

"Okay, okay." Wu Xiaoqing hurriedly asked for a pen and paper.

After Song Qingshan took over.

It only took two to three minutes to write the prescription, and then handed it over to Wu Xiaoqing.

Then he instructed: "Take the medicine according to the order, fry it on warm fire for six hours, twice a day, if you can't find some medicine, let Director Yang go to the factory to ask for it."

"Okay, sure, sure."

Wu Xiaoqing nodded repeatedly while holding the medicine list.

"Mister, can the younger generation see the drug list?"

At this moment.

Sun Shouwu claimed to be a junior, and suddenly said.

Their Sun family is a medical family.

He is best at treating diseases with medicine, so he is very curious about the prescription Song Qingshan prescribed.

The reason why he calls himself a junior is so humble.

It is because every Chinese medicine prescription is basically a family heirloom.

It is also the basis of survival.

Usually not passed on.

"Look." Song Qingshan nodded and said indifferently.

Wu Xiaoqing heard the words and handed over the prescription in his hand.

Sun Shouwu took it with both hands solemnly, and his face changed drastically after just a glance.

Hands are shaking.

After a long time.

He Shouwu carefully handed the medicine list to Wu Xiaoqing, and looked at Song Qingshan excitedly with an old wrinkled face.

"The old gentleman, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, is worthy of being a genius doctor in the world. With just one needle, he opened the eyes of the younger generation and benefited a lot."

"What the younger generation has learned in this life is now like a trivial skill in front of the old man. It is really ashamed."

"Old sir, please accept my worship."

With a solemn face, Sun Shouwu bowed deeply to Song Qingshan.

Everyone present.

All shocked.