Lin Zifeng smiled helplessly and said: "Whether you believe it or not, the fact is that your ancestor once suffered from the same strange disease as your son. It was cured by a senior in our lineage and passed on his medical skills.

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Qian Youliang still didn't want to believe it and shouted: "Miracle Doctor Lin, my ancestors saved countless lives by hanging pots to help the world. I cannot tolerate your humiliation here. If you can't cure me, please leave."

"I can cure it."

A very confident smile appeared on Lin Zifeng's face, "Actually, you don't need to be angry. The requirements for accepting disciples in my lineage are very high, even if it is a registered disciple, it is not easy."

"Grandmaster Yaoyang is already a master of medicine, but he is still just my registered disciple."

Grandmaster Yaoyang also helped Lin Zifeng explain: "Yes, Boss Qian, the inheritance of my master's lineage is extremely strong. It does not mean that your ancestors are inferior."

After hearing this, Qian Youliang's expression became slightly better.

"Miracle Doctor Lin, you were very offensive just now. Please don't take it personally, Mr. Lin. You must cure my son."

Lin Zifeng waved his hand, "You also want to defend the dignity of your ancestors, not to mention that your ancestors once helped the world and saved countless people."

"You are his descendant. I will naturally cure your son's illness."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zifeng looked at Qian Xiaolong in front of him and said with a smile: "Xiaolong, you go and lie down on the sofa aside, and I will give you acupuncture."

"Yaoyang, Qian Xiaolong's disease is called Purple Marrow Burning Soul Syndrome. Look at how I perform the acupuncture."

When Grandmaster Yaoyang heard Lin Zifeng's words, he immediately became serious and said respectfully: "Yes."

Lin Zifeng took out the ground-sized silver needles and began to apply acupuncture. Thirty-three ground-sized silver needles fell down in a row. Lin Zifeng's expression did not change, and Grandmaster Yaoyang was shocked as he watched.

He can also use ground-sized silver needles, but he will never be able to do it as easily as Lin Zifeng.

To be precise, he couldn't even cast thirty-three ground-sized silver needles in one go.

But then, Grandmaster Yaoyang saw Lin Zifeng actually taking out three Tianzi-sized silver needles.

This shocked Grandmaster Yaoyang as he watched Lin Zifeng pierce the Tianzi silver needles one after another.

Lin Zifeng only applied three sky-sized silver needles, but felt that it was more difficult than applying thirty-three ground-sized silver needles.

As Lin Zifeng's third sky-shaped silver needle fell, Qian Xiaolong's body still emitted a light purple aura.

"When our seniors in this lineage treated the ancestors of the Qian family, they only administered a dozen needles, but they were all Tianzhi silver needles."

Lin Zifeng said seriously: "I don't have that many Tianzi-sized silver needles now, and even if I do, I can't cast more than a dozen Tianzi-sized silver needles at one go."

Grandmaster Yaoyang bowed respectfully to Lin Zifeng, "Master is still so young. It is difficult to estimate how far he will reach in the future."

Lin Zifeng waved his hand, looked at Qian Youliang, and said: "Your son's purple marrow soul-burning syndrome has been cured. In the future, he will no longer suffer from soul-burning and bone-crushing pain on full-moon nights."

Hearing this, Qian Youliang knelt down to Lin Zifeng excitedly.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Lin. I just questioned Divine Doctor Lin. Divine Doctor Lin raised his hand and applied acupuncture to save Xiao Long. He is probably the best in medical skills. But I am sitting in a well looking at the sky, and I am arrogant."

Saying that, Qian Youliang immediately took out a wooden box from his arms.

"Doctor Lin, this is the reward promised to you, please accept it."

Lin Zifeng helped Qian Youliang up and took the wooden box.

As the wooden box opened, Lin Zifeng saw a thousand-year-old ginseng inside, as well as a roll of thin cloth with two sky-sized silver needles stuck on it.

Lin Zifeng nodded with satisfaction. It was not bad to have harvested such a precious thing this time.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Lin Zifeng took off the silver needle from Qian Xiaolong's body and prepared to say goodbye and go back.

But at this moment, there was only a "bang" sound, and the door outside was violently kicked open. Lin Zifeng smiled helplessly and said: "Whether you believe it or not, this is the fact. Your ancestors once had to fight with you."

My son's same strange disease was cured by a senior in our lineage and he passed on his medical skills."

Qian Youliang still didn't want to believe it and shouted: "Miracle Doctor Lin, my ancestors saved countless lives by hanging pots to help the world. I cannot tolerate your humiliation here. If you can't cure me, please leave."

"I can cure it."

A very confident smile appeared on Lin Zifeng's face, "Actually, you don't need to be angry. The requirements for accepting disciples in my lineage are very high, even if it is a registered disciple, it is not easy."

"Grandmaster Yaoyang is already a master of medicine, but he is still just my registered disciple."

Grandmaster Yaoyang also helped Lin Zifeng explain: "Yes, Boss Qian, the inheritance of my master's lineage is extremely strong. It does not mean that your ancestors are inferior."

After hearing this, Qian Youliang's expression became slightly better.

"Miracle Doctor Lin, you were very offensive just now. Please don't take it personally, Mr. Lin. You must cure my son."

Lin Zifeng waved his hand, "You also want to defend the dignity of your ancestors, not to mention that your ancestors once helped the world and saved countless people." .??.??

"You are his descendant. I will naturally cure your son's illness."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zifeng looked at Qian Xiaolong in front of him and said with a smile: "Xiaolong, you go and lie down on the sofa aside, and I will give you acupuncture."

"Yaoyang, Qian Xiaolong's disease is called Purple Marrow Burning Soul Syndrome. Look at how I perform the acupuncture."

When Grandmaster Yaoyang heard Lin Zifeng's words, he immediately became serious and said respectfully: "Yes."

Lin Zifeng took out the ground-sized silver needles and began to apply acupuncture. Thirty-three ground-sized silver needles fell down in a row. Lin Zifeng's expression did not change, and Grandmaster Yaoyang was shocked as he watched.

He can also use ground-sized silver needles, but he will never be able to do it as easily as Lin Zifeng.

To be precise, he couldn't even cast thirty-three ground-sized silver needles in one go.

But then, Grandmaster Yaoyang saw Lin Zifeng actually taking out three Tianzi-sized silver needles.

This shocked Grandmaster Yaoyang as he watched Lin Zifeng pierce the Tianzi silver needles one after another.

Lin Zifeng only applied three sky-sized silver needles, but felt that it was more difficult than applying thirty-three ground-sized silver needles.

As Lin Zifeng's third sky-shaped silver needle fell, Qian Xiaolong's body still emitted a light purple aura.

"When our seniors in this lineage treated the ancestors of the Qian family, they only administered a dozen needles, but they were all Tianzhi silver needles."

Lin Zifeng said seriously: "I don't have that many Tianzi-sized silver needles now, and even if I do, I can't cast more than a dozen Tianzi-sized silver needles at one go."

Grandmaster Yaoyang bowed respectfully to Lin Zifeng, "Master is still so young. It is difficult to estimate how far he will reach in the future."

Lin Zifeng waved his hand, looked at Qian Youliang, and said: "Your son's purple marrow soul-burning syndrome has been cured. In the future, he will no longer suffer from soul-burning and bone-crushing pain on full-moon nights."

Hearing this, Qian Youliang knelt down to Lin Zifeng excitedly.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Lin. I just questioned Divine Doctor Lin. Divine Doctor Lin raised his hand and applied acupuncture to save Xiao Long. He is probably the best in medical skills. But I am sitting in a well looking at the sky, and I am arrogant."

Saying that, Qian Youliang immediately took out a wooden box from his arms.

"Doctor Lin, this is the reward promised to you, please accept it."

Lin Zifeng helped Qian Youliang up and took the wooden box.

As the wooden box opened, Lin Zifeng saw a thousand-year-old ginseng inside, as well as a roll of thin cloth with two sky-sized silver needles stuck on it.

Lin Zifeng nodded with satisfaction. It was not bad to have harvested such a precious thing this time.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Lin Zifeng took off the silver needle from Qian Xiaolong's body and prepared to say goodbye and go back.
Chapter completed!