"You know how to use medical skills?"

"How to know, please believe me once, didn't you bring the medicine?" Cui Bin wanted to gain the trust of others, but at this moment, the medicine matter was more important. If time wasted, the old man would definitely become a vegetable.

This trick of acupuncture can only play an auxiliary role, and taking medicine is the most effective treatment.

"Take it, bring it with you." Yue Jianming said as he took out a white bottle from his clothes and handed it to Cui Bin. Looking at his unconscious father, Yue Jianming asked carefully: "My father, is he okay?"

Now that Cui Bin has become his backbone, he is very conflicted in his heart, and he doesn't know whether he should believe this young man.

"It's okay, but if you don't take medicine in another ten minutes, your father may..."

There is no need to say Cui Bin, Yue Jianming also understands the following words.

After Cui Bin helped the old man with white hair and fed a red pill into his mouth, Yue Jianming swallowed hard, staring at his father's wrinkled face, hoping that he would wake up soon.

"Ahem... where am I?" After his son prayed thousands of times, the white-haired old man finally opened his eyes, and his eyes were no longer as dark as before.

It's a bit energetic.

"Dad?" Yue Jianming cried with tears in his eyes.

"What? Can't recognize your father?" After taking the medicine, Yue Zefei was no longer unconscious, but instead looked radiant and had a complexion.

"No, no, why are you always disobedient? You told you to stay in the car, why are you running around?" Yue Jianming was like a child of a few years old, crying and snotting.

"I'm sick again!"

Yue Zefei smiled and said, "Aren't I okay?"

"You're fine. If a kind-hearted young man hadn't saved you, you wouldn't have seen your son again!"

After Yue Jianming said this, Yue Zefei looked up and saw a brightly dressed Ruan Qingyu.

Then, Yue Zefei smiled and said, "Thank you, little girl. If it weren't for you, my old bone might not have seen the sun tomorrow."

"No, no, no..." Ruan Qingyu knew that the white-haired old man had made a mistake. Her pretty face turned red and she waved her hands more busy.

Cui Bin finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the white-haired old man awakening. However, the old man was old and could not live long, and his heart also felt ache, but he pretended to be smiling and said, "My name is Cui Bin."

"Cui Bin, I remember, I'm so young and promising!" Yue Zefei's wrinkled face flashed with surprise.

"By the way, little brother, how to deal with the silver needles on my dad's head?" Yue Jianming saw that the three silver needles were inserted on his father's head. Now he saw his father shaking his head again, and he couldn't help but worry. If there was a problem with the needle's head inserted, it would be a problem.

"Oh, this, I'll pull it out right away!" Cui Bin slapped his forehead, why did he almost forget about this?

"Jianming, what did you say just now?" Yue Zefei still had no idea about the silver needle inserted in his head.

"Just just now, this little brother inserted three needles into your head. Now that you are awake, you should be able to pull it out, so I said to you." Yue Jianming smiled.

It is difficult to insert silver needles. First of all, you must pay attention to the knowledge of techniques. You must also be as quick and accurate as using a sword, so you cannot remove the mud and carry water. If there is a pause in the middle, it is easy to hurt the patient. At the very least, the old man cannot afford to be paralyzed, and at the worst, he will go to see the King of Hell.

But the needle removal is much easier and there is no need for too many requirements. Cui Bin easily pulled it off.

During the process of pulling, Yue Zefei didn't feel anything. Cui Bin was already very talented to be able to reach this level by applying a needle for the first time.

"Okay, grandpa, you're fine for the time being." After Cui Bin put away the needle, he helped the old man stand up.

Yue Jianming looked gloomy. It seemed that his grandfather's illness could not be completely cured and had to be maintained by drugs.

But today's father seemed to be more elegant than usual. I don't know if it was such a young brother's effect of acupuncture. He asked, curiously, "By the way, my brother, how did you know I had my father's medicine just now?"

Yue Jianming helped his father and asked again: "Do you have a way to cure my father?"

"If you don't have a medicine to treat this disease, I think this old man would not be alive a few years ago, right?" Cui Bin said it directly about this problem.

"Oh, you know this too?" Yue Jianming said in surprise.

"However, this medicine can only last for two years at most, because the old man's health is getting worse day by day, and he is getting worse day by day, so his resistance is not good, so the situation will only continue to worsen."

Cui Bin said with a serious expression.

Zhuang Qingyu, who was standing stupidly on the side, looked at Cui Bin and said it was righteous again, and felt depressed. Why didn’t he discover this Cui Bin knows medical skills before?

What was he hiding from himself? I felt angry when I watched him pretend to be b and leave himself aside!

"Haha, I'm 88 years old this year, and I've lived enough. I'll die early and late, and it doesn't matter." Yue Zefei smiled suddenly.

"But today I have to thank you little brother for saving my life. By the way, little brother, how much do you need?"

"Money?" Cui Bin thought to himself whether this old man wanted to give him money to show his gratitude? I'm sorry!

Just as Cui Bin was about to ask for a few hundred yuan as pocket money, he saw the old man wink at his son.

Yue Jianming nodded and understood, took out a wallet from his pocket, and then took out a China Merchants Bank card from his wallet: "Little brother, this is a little bit of a little, I hope you accept it."

"How much money is there? What is the password?" Although Cui Bin pretended to be very calm on the surface, he was actually very happy inside.

But what he cares most about is the password of this card. Last time, Zhuang Zhiqiang gave himself a bank card worth 500,000 yuan and didn't tell him the password, which made him still live a poor life and had been drinking with his aunt for so long.

Of course, this is just a complaint in Cui Bin's heart, and the situation is not that way.

"...There is only 500,000 yuan for the time being, but if Brother Cui Bin needs more money, I can transfer the money to you when I go back." Yue Jianming said awkwardly, as if the young man in front of him had never seen a bank card: "By the way, the password is six six."

"Is the password correct?"

"Of course it's correct. There are cash machines nearby. You can try it..."

Cui Bin nodded and was about to put the bank card in his pocket, but before his hand could touch the bank card, he felt a vicious gaze behind him staring at him.

It’s like as long as you reach out and take the money, you will be in trouble in the future.

"I can't accept this money. You'd better keep it for the old man to buy medicine. Helping the old man cross the road is just a simple task. It would be too painful to talk about money."

Cui Bin reached out and paused in the air for a half second, then pushed it back.

Helping the old man cross the road? But since you don't want to be so concerned about the password of the card? Yue Jianming felt that the little brother in front of him was very humorous: "Since you don't want money, I'll treat you to a meal another day?"

"It's still acceptable to eat!" Cui Bin said with a smile. But blood was dripping from his heart, and the cooked ducks that were so hard that they were flying!

"Little brother, is my dad's illness really not saved?" Although some doctors in the international community said these things, he still hoped that there would be a miracle.

"No more, when a person gets old, all functions will be reduced. Death is inevitable..." Cui Bin said with a serious expression: "But..."

"But what?" Yue Jianming felt a slump when he heard Cui Bin's first half of the sentence, but when he heard the sentence behind him, it was like he had caught a life-saving straw, as if this was the only hope, although the hope was slim...

"However, I have a way to continue your father's life for a longer time, rather than die two years later..." Cui Bin thought that his previous acupuncture technique would have been extended for a longer time if they had added the medicine they took special internally!

"Really? Little brother, how long can you help my father extend it?" Yue Jianming was very excited at this moment.

Ten years later, this old man passed away normally.

"Ten years? Little brother, can you really let me live ten more years?" Yue Zefei showed shock.

"Well, it's about the same." Cui Bin nodded. This was not far from what expected. If you had to accurately determine the month and what day, Cui Bin asked himself that even the god of Daluo would not have the ability. Besides, if you die in a car accident or tomorrow, these things are inaccurate.

Of course, these thoughts just walked in Cui Bin's mind and drifted away. Isn't this cursing others?

When Yue Jianming heard that this little brother could make his father live for ten more years, he was immediately excited, but he still had some doubts in his heart. The doctors in the international community were reluctant to do so, and he also said that using drugs can only last for two years. Today, he met a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old who said that it could last for ten years. The value of this statement is hard to believe!

"Little brother, do this seriously? Are you sure. If you are really sure, no matter how much money you pay, I will be willing, as long as you can cure my father." Yue Jianming threw a bombshell.

"Jianming, don't you say anything about money. Didn't the little brother say everything just now? It hurts your feelings." Yue Zefei frowned and said, "By the way, little brother, or whatever you need, I, Yue, should be great."

"this……"

Cui Bin was speechless for a moment. Why did he say the cheapest thing just now that he was talking about money hurts his feelings! This is not talking about money hurts his feelings!

But now he has to pay. Now he only has eight or nine thousand yuan embezzled every time he buys vegetables. It’s not enough to buy a wife!
Chapter completed!