Village Doctor's Magic Hands

In the secret room, Longling tapped on the wall. It seemed that he was still thinking about something. Needless to ask, Zhao Sanjin also knew that Longling must be hesitating!

First, the safety of his father's life; Second, blood is thicker than water. This is the point that Longling has no way to change. Therefore, as a flesh and blood person, if Longling dares to make such a quick decision, Zhao Sanjin will feel that Longling is no different from the person who laid hands on his father.

"You say..." Longling's eyes just fell on Zhao Sanjin. Before he could say anything, Zhao Sanjin quickly waved his hand and refused: "Uncle long, this kind of thing is already your dragon family's housework. Don't ask me, I won't give you the answer."

After some silence, he could only say with a bitter smile: "first send the old man out of the secret room, and then treat him according to your method, but your friend who treats Gu poison doesn't intend to come?"

"The person who solved the Gu is an old man I knew in Jianghai city. He has helped me for many times. Now I'm sick. I'm afraid the old man will be overwhelmed by the long journey, so I can't speak. I'm sorry!" Zhao Sanjin was silent and told Longling the truth.

"I can understand what you do!" Longling didn't mean to blame Zhao Sanjin, or what qualifications did he have to blame Zhao Sanjin? It's love to help you, and it's duty not to help you. In addition, the other party is also an elderly and sick old man. Who doesn't want the important people around him to live longer?

"In that case, I can only ask you for this matter!" however, Longling added one more sentence. Of course, it made him promise at once, and said with a smile: "don't worry, I will do my best."

"Our dragon family owes you a big favor. If you need anything in the future, you can speak freely!" Longling was silent. He didn't know what to say. He had to make a verbal promise to Zhao Sanjin.

"If Uncle long said this, he would be a bit of a stranger." Zhao Sanjin smiled bitterly, looking helpless. He could only change the topic and said, "come on, let me carry old man long out!"

Longling didn't refuse. He helped the old man up, and then walked slowly outside the secret room. As soon as he entered the room, Longling immediately said, "put it on my bed!"

"Hmm!" Zhao Sankin nodded, put it back on the bed, then looked at Longling and said with a smile: "if Uncle long believes me, I will start treatment. Although I can't directly solve the poison in the Dragon Master's body, it's no problem to suppress it."

Zhao Sanjin still remembers that when he was at Liu's house, Grandpa Zhang not only spent a lot of time, but also consumed a lot of energy. Zhao Sanjin doesn't know whether he can support it. He can only say, give it a try!

"No problem!" Longling nodded heavily.

He took out the silver needle he had already prepared. Zhao Sankin also took a deep breath and mobilized the mysterious strength in his body to achieve accurate control.

He pinched his two fingers lightly, and Zhao Sanjin pulled out a silver needle. He recalled that Grandpa Zhang used poison to fight poison, that is, Grandpa Zhang gave Zhao Sanjin "13 lethal needles.".

"Baihui Point, three parts of force, just stab into the skull!" this is where the first needle of the "Thirteen lethal needles" fell. Zhao Sanjin remembered it very clearly, so the needle fell very fast and quite stable.

"The second needle should be Qingming point!" Zhao Sanjin muttered to himself, carefully recalling where Grandpa Zhang gave him each needle in Liu Yingying's bedroom.

Qingming point is 0.1 inch above the inner canthus angle of the eye. It belongs to the bladder meridian of the sun. It is the meeting of the five veins of the hand and foot sun, Foot Yangming, Yang Qiao and Yin Qiao. At the beginning, Zhao Sanjin hesitated on this needle. Finally, Grandpa Zhang took the needle himself. Fortunately, there was a lesson. This time, Zhao Sanjin's needle dropping was still accurate.

Zhao Sanjin clearly remembers that Grandpa Zhang said that the interval between the fall of each needle should not be too long, but it should not be too short. It should not be too hasty, but it should not fall behind. Everything needs to be done step by step.

"The third needle is Fengchi point!" after Zhao Sankin whispered to himself, he began to find the right place to drop the needle.

If Zhao Sanjin remembered correctly, Liu Yingying's body began to react differently after the third needle was dropped at Fengchi point. It was like a poisonous insect wandering around, causing red spots everywhere.

Sure enough, after Zhao Sanjin dropped the Fengchi acupoint, the body of old man long began to change. It just shocked Zhao Sanjin. After all, the situation of old man long seems to be much more powerful than that of Liu Yingying.

The feeling of giving Zhao Sanjin was like that Liu Yingying had a bug in his body at the beginning. However, there were two or even three bugs in master Long's body. The red spots were like dense blisters. One just fell and the other swollen. If you have a dense phobia, you have to lose goose bumps.

"The fourth needle is Renying acupoint!" Zhao Sankin relaxed from his thoughts, quickly grabbed a silver needle again and continued to drop the needle in an orderly manner.

Renying acupoint is located on both sides of the center of the neck. Zhao Sankin directly into three points. In an instant, more than half of the blood red spots above the dragon's neck disappeared, but even so, there are still a lot of terrible spots.

Zhao Sanjin dared to continue, because the remaining ten needles fell in the order Grandpa Zhang gave him at the beginning. The position of each needle was accurate, and the time of each needle fell was almost the same.

For half an hour, Zhao Sankin only dropped eleven stitches, of which two did not fall. It was not because Zhao Sankin didn't want to fall, but mainly because he didn't know where to fall.

The reason why "lethal thirteen needles" is called "lethal thirteen needles" is that it was originally a set of silver needle binding methods used to harvest life, but later someone used this set of needles to fight poison with poison, and it also had good miraculous effects.

"What's the matter?" Longling obviously saw Zhao Sanjin's hesitation and hurriedly asked.

"I don't know where to drop the remaining two needles!" although this question is a little embarrassing, Zhao Sanjin had to say truthfully.

"Grandpa Zhang taught me this set of acupuncture at the beginning, but I can't remember the last two stitches!" Zhao Sanjin patted his head gently, and suddenly there was a feeling of one head and two big ones.

"If it doesn't fall, will it bring any side effects?" Longling is most concerned about this problem.

"I don't know. I've used this acupuncture twice. The first time was on Liu Yingying's body, supervised by Grandpa Zhang, and the second time is now..." Zhao Sankin smiled bitterly, and even Longling couldn't cry or laugh.

"Where did my father come to practice his hand?" the depressed Longling looked at Zhao Sanjin and asked, "can you call Grandpa Zhang?"

Zhao Sankin was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly and sighed, "this is the only way things have become like this!"

Taking out his mobile phone, Zhao Sanjin dialed Grandpa Zhang's mobile phone, but what puzzled Zhao Sanjin was that Grandpa Zhang's mobile phone unexpectedly turned off this time.

This gives Zhao Sanjin a bad feeling. Generally speaking, Grandpa Zhang's mobile phone has never been turned off in Zhao Sanjin's impression, but like this, Zhao Sanjin doesn't know how it will be turned off suddenly.

"What's the matter?" looking at Zhao Sanjin with a dejected face, Longling had a bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "no one answered? Or turned it off?"

"Shut down!" Zhao Sanjin gave Longling a reason to despair, and the shadow of his heart suddenly became much bigger.

Suddenly, their minds sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Why don't you think about it?" Longling can only repose his hope on Zhao Sanjin, but Zhao Sanjin reluctantly shook his head, and the smile on his face is really bitter: "even if I think of it, if I'm not sure, I don't dare to drop the needle. This' lethal thirteen needles' itself is the method of killing!"

"So, is there no way?" Longling asked, looking at Zhao Sanjin with a bitter smile.

"I will always pay close attention to the situation in Mr. Long's body. If there is any emergency, I think I can still cope with it. At present, I can only call Grandpa Zhang all the time!" Zhao Sankin soon calmed down and seriously thought of a solution after a moment of silence.

"I hope the old man can be safe and sound!" Longling prayed silently next to him.