Hua Lao took the wooden box and walked to Lin Zifeng, "Medical Sage Lin, please."

After speaking, Mr. Hua opened the wooden box, and there were a total of twenty-three silver needles as thin as ox hair stuck on a piece of gold cloth. If you have poor eyesight, you might not be able to see them.

Such as Mu Qingyu!

"Teacher Hua, there is no silver needle in this."

It is indeed difficult to catch the ox hair silver needle stuck on the gold cloth. Mu Qingyu is just an ordinary doctor, so it is normal that he did not see it.

Mr. Hua did not answer, but looked at Lin Zifeng with a smile on his face and asked: "Medical Saint Lin, are there any silver needles in this?"

Lin Zifeng shook his head when he heard this. He naturally saw that Mr. Hua meant to test him deliberately, and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, it is quite rare to have twenty-three silver needles with local fonts these days."

Mr. Hua was slightly surprised in his heart, "Young people are terrible. You can tell the number of silver needles in this just by looking at it." ??

"Mr. Hua is too polite, then I will perform the acupuncture." Lin Zifeng said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Hua looked in disbelief, "Can you use a silver needle with a local font?"

It's no wonder that Mr. Hua was shocked. The silver needles of the local brand were as thin as cow hairs, making it difficult for ordinary people to see them and even harder to pick them up.

If it is necessary to use a silver needle of a local brand for acupuncture, not to mention ordinary people, even an old Chinese medicine doctor who has been practicing for more than fifty years and has received the inheritance of authentic traditional Chinese medicine can only barely use a silver needle of a local brand.

"Medical Saint Lin, do you really don't need me to replace you with a Xuan-sized silver needle?"

Hua Lao still asked with some uncertainty. He was worried that Lin Zifeng would be too young and forcefully use the local brand silver needle. If something went wrong, it would be a big trouble. At the same time, Hua Lao still had some expectations in his heart. He had already

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a young Chinese medicine practitioner who can use local-sized silver needles.

Lin Zifeng waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zifeng's hand passed over the gold silk cloth. Mr. Hua didn't even see Lin Zifeng's movements clearly, but he saw three more silver needles coming out of Lin Zifeng's hand.

Mr. Hua was shocked. Even he had to handle these silver needles carefully one by one.

Lin Zifeng raised his hands and raised his feet, and three silver needles came out at his fingertips, which gave Mr. Hua the illusion that his master was alive again.

Hua Lao had only seen this method from his master before, and his master seemed not as skilled as Lin Zifeng in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zifeng's three silver needles flew out at the same time and penetrated Mu Qingyu's brother's three acupuncture points: Hui Mei, Tianxin, and Yonghai.

The force and position were very precise, and there was no mistake at all. Hua Lao who was watching on the side was stunned, "The flying needle pricked the acupuncture point, three needles were inserted at the same time, he is worthy of being a young medical sage, and the old man is ashamed of himself!"

"Mr. Hua, you're welcome." Lin Zifeng waved his hand, but he didn't care. The ghost doctor he inherited was an understatement when he said he was a medical saint.

The next moment, a cold air emanated from Mu Qingyu's younger brother.

"The cold air has begun to dissipate. I have really lived like a dog in my life. Today I saw Dr. Lin's wonderful hands and magic needles, and I realized how insignificant my medical skills are."

Mr. Hua was full of emotions. He was a humble man, but he was still quite proud of his medical skills.

After all, he is an old Chinese doctor who has inherited authentic Chinese medicine and has been practicing medicine for more than 50 years.

But after seeing Lin Zifeng's methods today, Mr. Hua felt that the medical skills he was proud of were simply unsightly in front of Lin Zifeng.

"Alas, Medical Sage Lin has extraordinary medical skills. It's a pity that I have inherited the authentic traditional Chinese medicine, otherwise I would definitely have to become my teacher." Mr. Hua sighed, a little suddenly.

Mu Qingyu was surprised and happy. What surprised her was that even an old Chinese medicine doctor like Teacher Hua actually had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple of Lin Zifeng.

Fortunately, her brother's coldness was finally dissipated and he was saved.

"Mu Qingyu, I will prescribe you a prescription. You can let your brother drink Chinese medicine for another half month, and he will be able to return to normal. In addition, I will prescribe you another prescription. In fact, you also have cold weather, but it's just not that severe.

It's serious. You can recover by boiling medicine and drinking it for two weeks." Mr. Hua took the wooden box and walked to Lin Zifeng, "Medical Sage Lin, please."

After speaking, Mr. Hua opened the wooden box, and there were a total of twenty-three silver needles as thin as ox hair stuck on a piece of gold cloth. If you have poor eyesight, you might not be able to see them.

Such as Mu Qingyu!

"Teacher Hua, there is no silver needle in this."

It is indeed difficult to catch the ox hair silver needle stuck on the gold cloth. Mu Qingyu is just an ordinary doctor, so it is normal that he did not see it.

Mr. Hua did not answer, but looked at Lin Zifeng with a smile on his face and asked: "Medical Saint Lin, are there any silver needles in this?"

Lin Zifeng shook his head when he heard this. He naturally saw that Mr. Hua meant to test him deliberately, and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, it is quite rare to have twenty-three silver needles with local fonts these days."

Mr. Hua was slightly surprised in his heart, "Young people are scary. You can tell the number of silver needles in it just by looking at it."

"Mr. Hua is too polite, then I will perform the acupuncture." Lin Zifeng said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Hua looked in disbelief, "Can you use a silver needle with a local font?"

It's no wonder that Mr. Hua was shocked. The silver needles of the local brand were as thin as cow hairs, making it difficult for ordinary people to see them and even harder to pick them up.

If it is necessary to use a silver needle of a local brand for acupuncture, not to mention ordinary people, even an old Chinese medicine doctor who has been practicing for more than fifty years and has received the inheritance of authentic traditional Chinese medicine can only barely use a silver needle of a local brand.

"Medical Saint Lin, do you really don't need me to replace you with a Xuan-sized silver needle?"

Hua Lao still asked with some uncertainty. He was worried that Lin Zifeng would be too young and forcefully use the local brand silver needle. If something went wrong, it would be a big trouble. At the same time, Hua Lao still had some expectations in his heart. He had already

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a young Chinese medicine practitioner who can use local-sized silver needles.

Lin Zifeng waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zifeng's hand passed over the gold silk cloth. Mr. Hua didn't even see Lin Zifeng's movements clearly, but he saw three more silver needles coming out of Lin Zifeng's hand.

Mr. Hua was shocked. Even he had to handle these silver needles carefully one by one.

Lin Zifeng raised his hands and raised his feet, and three silver needles came out at his fingertips, which gave Mr. Hua the illusion that his master was alive again.

Hua Lao had only seen this method from his master before, and his master seemed not as skilled as Lin Zifeng in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zifeng's three silver needles flew out at the same time and penetrated Mu Qingyu's brother's three acupuncture points: Hui Mei, Tianxin, and Yonghai.

The force and position were very precise, and there was no mistake at all. Hua Lao who was watching on the side was stunned, "The flying needle pricked the acupuncture point, three needles were inserted at the same time, he is worthy of being a young medical sage, and the old man is ashamed of himself!"

"Mr. Hua, you're welcome." Lin Zifeng waved his hand, but he didn't care. The ghost doctor he inherited was an understatement when he said he was a medical saint.

The next moment, a cold air emanated from Mu Qingyu's younger brother.

"The cold air has begun to dissipate. I have really lived like a dog in my life. Today I saw Dr. Lin's wonderful hands and magic needles, and I realized how insignificant my medical skills are."

Mr. Hua was full of emotions. He was a humble man, but he was still quite proud of his medical skills.

After all, he is an old Chinese doctor who has inherited authentic Chinese medicine and has been practicing medicine for more than 50 years.

But after seeing Lin Zifeng's methods today, Mr. Hua felt that the medical skills he was proud of were simply unsightly in front of Lin Zifeng.

"Alas, Medical Sage Lin has extraordinary medical skills. It's a pity that I have inherited the authentic traditional Chinese medicine, otherwise I would definitely have to become my teacher." Mr. Hua sighed, a little suddenly.

Mu Qingyu was surprised and happy. What surprised her was that even an old Chinese medicine doctor like Teacher Hua actually had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple of Lin Zifeng.

Fortunately, her brother's coldness was finally dissipated and he was saved.

"Mu Qingyu, I will prescribe you a prescription. You can let your brother drink traditional Chinese medicine for another half month, and he will be able to return to normal. In addition, I will prescribe you another prescription. In fact, you also have cold weather, but it's just not that severe.
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