Uncle Jiu’s situation is a bit bad.

Fortunately, the old guy Qianshou Yao came to Yizhuang.

Without further ado, the three of them hurriedly took Uncle Jiu to the room.

Qianshou Yao called Uncle Jiu's pulse.

Then check Uncle Ninth's injury.

As for Uncle Jiu, he has fallen into a coma.

About a few minutes later, Qianshou Yao let go of his hand.

Then he took out the silver needle and "stumbled" on Uncle Jiu's body.

He said he was clearing the meridians for Uncle Jiu.

Nanchen didn't understand medical skills, so he could only do it with a hurry.

But the expression of Qianshou Yao was very ugly and frowning.

About half an hour later, he took back the silver needle.

No, this Qianshou Medicine is indeed a master of medical skills.

After these few needles, Uncle Jiu's breathing became much smoother.

The restless mysterious energy in the body was actually suppressed.

This shows how high the medical attainments of this Thousand-Handed Medicine are...

But Qianshou Yao took a deep breath.

Then he said to Nanchen and others:

"Master Lin is seriously injured!

It involves all internal organs.

Moreover, he should have a stubborn disease.

The tendons and veins are damaged.

Now, I just use the method of pricking the acupoints with silver needles to calm down Daozhu Lin’s breath.

Unblock meridians.

Behind, hey..."

Speaking of this, Nanchen and others didn't look very good.

Qiu Sheng was impatient and even hurriedly asked:

"Thousand-handed Doctor, just say how about my master?

What medicine should I go to the pharmacy to catch it now!”

The Thousand Handed Medicine was not in the Moji, and then said:

"Okay, I'll prescribe some medications first.

Whether it can improve depends on Master Lin’s luck!”

After saying that, Qianshou Yao asked for paper and pen.

Then I wrote the prescription.

Qiu Sheng picked up the prescription and volunteered.

Soon, he went to the pharmacy in the town to get medicine.

But before leaving, Nan Chen reminded Qiu Sheng a few words.

After all, there are monsters in the town, Qiu Sheng still needs to be careful.

Autumn is smart and has good deeds.

It will not be vague in major events, and Nanchen can believe it even if he arrives.

After Qiu Sheng left, the Thousand-Handed Medicine walked towards Nanchen with a smile.

He changed his frowning expression just now and said to Nanchen:

"Young Master Nanchen, your body should be well, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wencai next to him shouted:

"By the way, junior brother, the Thousand-Handed Doctor comes to our charity house.

It's just to see if your injury is healed."

Hearing this, Nanchen nodded:

"Oh, thank you, Doctor Qianshou, my injury has healed."

After saying that, he even hugged Qianshou Yao.

But the next moment, the Qianshou Yao touched his beard.

Then said:

"That young master Nanchen, have you forgotten our previous agreement?"

Agreement?

Nanchen was stunned for a moment.

What agreement did he have before? He really forgot.

So I asked suspiciously:

"Thousand-handed Doctor, what agreement?"

As a result, as soon as the words were finished, the Qianshou Yao's expression sank, revealing a hint of displeasure.

"Young Master Nanchen, do you want to regret it?

At the beginning, you promised me that after you recover from the injury, you would give me a bowl of blood and do research."

Only then did Nanchen suddenly remember it.

This is indeed the case.

Before, Nanchen was in Renfu, and was seriously injured.

The Thousand Handed Medicine found that Nanchen had an amazing recovery, so he suggested that he would take a bowl of blood to do research after he cured him.

Nanchen did agree before.

Now that I am here in the morning, my body has indeed recovered.

So, there is no need to break your promise.

Nanchen suddenly realized:

"Do not get angry when the Thousand-Handed Doctor is angry. Too many things have happened in the past few days.

I didn't remember it just now.

OK, I'll find a bowl now and fulfill my promise..."

Qianshou Yao was happy when he heard this.

Immediately said:

"No, no, I'm ready here."

After saying that, the Thousand-Handed Medicine was directly from his portable medicine box.

He took out a very large Western syringe.

The needle is as long as half a finger.

Then he said with a smile:

"Use this Western syringe of me!

Just three tubes are enough for a bowl of blood."

In his tone, the old guy was actually feeling a little excited and excited.

There was even more desire in my eyes.

Nanchen was used to seeing various syringes in his previous life.

But this is the first time I have seen such a large size.

This capacity is probably an injection to the elephant.

I couldn't help but feel cold, but I quickly felt relieved.

It’s not a matter of life that someone saved his life, but it’s just three tubes of blood.

What's more, he saved Uncle Jiu just now.
To be continued...