Chapter 147 One Stitch Sets the Universe

Feng Mao lay on the bed with some anxiety, watching Fan Wubing and Fan Tianlan, the old and the young, discussing how to treat him.

People in the dark look forward to the light even more. After lying in bed for more than ten years, they have greater eager hope for the recovery of mobility, or whether they can live their lives like ordinary people in the future. Look at this all of a sudden today.

Fengmao looked at his sister, and found that Fengping was looking at Fan Wubing with some concern. He was obviously also worried about whether Fan Wubing could really use golden needles to cure his brother's serious illness. Think about other things.

The old man Fan Tianlan has been a doctor all his life, and he is also very good at grasping people's psychology. After discussing with Fan Wubing, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Everyone likes to trust the old Chinese doctor. The old Chinese doctor has rich experience. With extensive knowledge, he can cure diseases with ease. In fact, this is not necessarily the case. Many old Chinese doctors were confused when they were young, and they did not have the consciousness to correct it. Therefore, when they are old, they are even more confused to the extreme. In addition to the enthusiasm for research and progress, the technology is also deteriorating. It is the so-called quack doctor who misleads people. On the contrary, many famous medical cases in history were created by young doctors. Although their experience is less, they are expensive. You have an enterprising heart!"

After Fan Wubing listened to the old man's words, he spread his hands and said, "This is the teacher's reassurance." Feng Ping and the others nodded slightly, knowing that the old man was telling the truth, but ordinary people's psychological factors are hard to say. twist.

The old man had someone light sandalwood in the house, and then took out two gossip mirrors from his accompanying box. Hanging them on the doors and windows respectively, they took out a chi-long mahogany sword from the box, and respectfully offered it in front of the incense burner. After paying their respects, they prayed for a while before standing up and nodding to Fan Wu. Bing said, "Let's begin!"

Fan Wubing was a little stunned when he saw it. He thought to himself that you are a doctor or a charlatan, and you still put on a posture of opening the altar. If it is twenty years in the morning. But it will be regarded as a remnant of feudalism and given to the dictatorship.

Seeing that Fan Wubing was a little dazed, the old man explained, "It's a family tradition. We treat diseases with acupuncture and moxibustion. So we should pay more attention to it."

Fan Wubing nodded and calmed himself down, not to mention, the sandalwood does have a calming effect. Now Fan Wubing feels that his state of mind is very calm and his mind is very flexible. He shook the golden needle in his hand, and his internal energy spread everywhere, making the golden needle move like a spirit snake instead of simply hardening it Straighten.

"How do you feel that the way Fan Wubing takes the needle is like pinching a bug? If you stick it like this, will you still be able to get it right?" Feng Ping whispered worriedly to Chen Jingchu who was beside her.

"I don't understand either, I guess it won't be broken." Chen Jingchu shook his head.

I have no bottom in my heart

Fan Wubing concentrated his mind. Concentrate the inner energy of the whole body. There is only a small golden needle left in front of my eyes. And lying on the bed to Fengmao. Even Fan Tianlan. At this time, he automatically ignored it.

very quickly. He entered a very mysterious realm. Everything is unreal. It seemed that his eyes were piercing through Feng Mao's skin. I saw the blood running in his legs. Come and go vigorously. And the cold poison lurking in Yanglingquan is devouring and hindering the normal flow of qi and blood.

Fan Wubing grabbed the golden needle. He stared at the cold air with piercing eyes. The gold needle wobbled just three inches above. And that cold poison. It also seems to feel threatened. Knowing that the golden needle is its life and death enemy. Want to flee elsewhere. But Yanglingquan is its lair where it has stayed for more than ten years. It seems that there is some reluctance to give up. So hang around.

Fan Tianlan and others around saw it. Now Fan Wubing stood there without saying a word. There seems to be a real light in the eyes. Staring fixedly at Feng Mao's legs. The golden needle was held in his hand. The amplitude of the swing is also getting bigger and bigger. It seems like a golden dragon that is about to fly away through the air.

After a long time. Fan Wubing's hand sank slowly but steadily. The golden needle twisted its body and collided fiercely with the cold poison. Feng Mao felt that his legs seemed to be hit by a huge force!

Then Feng Mao felt a huge heat going up and down along his legs. The soreness, numbness and pain in the legs suddenly recovered in an instant. Lost ten years to feel. Finally appeared again.

This is not over yet, after the end of the word, a point of true yang in the snow-capped mountains immediately rises up along the Governor Vessel, passes through the Governor Vessel all the way up, and when passing through Fengfu, Fengmao I felt as if a skylight had been opened on the top of my head, and all the cold air rushed out at once, and then this true energy continued to flow, descending along the Ren meridian, and sank into the dantian, and after that, each meridian The orifice reacted violently like boiled water soaked in water.

Fengmao felt his whole body trembling, as if his whole body was thrown into a pan of oil and was tormented.

Fan Wubing's golden needle is jumping up and down at this moment, like a little person in a tap dance, trembling and twisting on the windy Yangling Spring, every time he lifts it up, he can He saw a cloud of black air gathering around the golden needle, and then it was melted by Fan Wubing's golden needle and disappeared.

Fan Wubing held the golden needle and stood like that for half an hour. At the end, his forehead was slightly sweaty, obviously it was a lot of consumption, otherwise with his strength, even if he knocked down dozens of Among the South China Sea bodyguards, they may not have such a reaction.

The old man Fan Tianlan looked at it seriously, looking at the golden needle in Fan Wubing's point, he seemed to be enlightened.

And the other doctors who were watching in the room were at a loss as if they had fallen into a cloud. From the beginning to the end, they only saw Fan Wubing standing there holding a gold needle, and even the acupoints were not clear. I didn't change it, I just poked around in Yanglingquan, as if a naughty boy was abusing his classmates.

"Is this treating a disease?" A doctor couldn't help asking his colleagues.

"I don't know, it looks a bit unbelievable." People in the industry can't say for sure, but Fan Tianlan's reputation is too great. Even if he gets an injection casually, he may be brought back to life. Although Fan Wubing is just a few It's just Tian's apprentice, maybe there will be something different?

Several doctors stood there watching helplessly, but found nothing.

But Fengmao's face changes wonderfully, red and white for a while, if you observe carefully, it seems that there is still a black air raging on the facial features, but the color has become lighter and lighter, and it is no longer visible at the end arrive.

Fan Wubing's golden needle finally stopped, and the twisted golden needle finally stopped abruptly at this moment, and became extremely firm, and then Fan Wubing groaned, and slapped the Fengmao Baihui Dagong with his palm.

Feng Mao felt as if there was a thunder in his mind, rumbling, and wanted to crush all the haze that had been pressing on him for more than ten years, and then felt a warm current rushing like the Yangtze River. Next, mobilize every orifice of oneself.

At some point, Fan Wubing put away the golden needle in his hand and stood aside.

"Ah—" Feng Mao who was lying on the hospital bed suddenly yelled, and jumped up as if stimulated by an electric current. After staggering a few steps on the ground, he realized that he actually walked off the bed.

"I stood up?!" Fengmao couldn't accept this change, and his mood was extremely agitated, but he still felt a little vain under his feet, and sat down on the ground all at once.

Feng Ping saw her younger brother walking down to the ground, she couldn't help crying, and rushed to help him up, wanting to confirm again, to see if he really recovered.

The old man Fan Tianlan laughed and said, "Healed from a long illness, how can it be so easy to recover completely, but now that the serious illness is gone, it's almost enough to exercise for a week."

Until now, those doctors who watched the joke realized in astonishment that they had witnessed the birth of another genius doctor. Fan Wubing wrote another myth in the apricot forest with the magic needle in his hand without hesitation.

The reason why Fengmao was able to walk a few steps after the acupuncture is also related to his family's never giving up on massaging his leg muscles. If he didn't have to do health massage every day, his muscles would have shrunk a long time ago. Even if the cold poison is removed, it is impossible to stand up all at once, or even stand up again.

Chen Jingchu walked over, wiped the sweat from Fan Wubing's brow, and asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

Fan Wubing thought about it carefully, frowned and paused for a long time, finally patted his stomach, and said to Chen Jingchu, "I don't have any other feelings, it's just that I consumed too much just now, and now I'm hungry again!"