"It's useless, grandpa. You deserve the title of King of Chinese Medicine in vain. But it can't cure your inborn pulse. This time I went back to China to find an expert to no avail. It's grandpa who feels sorry for you." The old man sighed slightly.
"Grandpa, please don't say that. If it weren't for you, I don't know how many times I would have died. I was born with inexhaustible pulses. I couldn't live to be ten years old, but now I am twenty, and I have already made a profit." Qing'er reluctantly said.
He smiled and tried his best to look indifferent: "These are all given by grandpa. You have done your best."
"Don't worry Qing'er, I won't give up on your illness. When your condition gets better, I will return to China to visit the snowy mountains. If I'm lucky, I can find snowy mountain ice toads. In that case, your illness will be cured."
The old man cheered up and said.
"Every one of us sons and daughters of the Tang family is lucky. I believe you will be able to get through this." The old man forced a smile. In fact, he knew in his heart that his words were nothing more than comforting himself.
Just my granddaughter.
His granddaughter was born with no pulse, and he had to force her to live for more than ten years. She had reached her limit. Unless a saint came to this world, it would be difficult to save her life.
"Yes, I believe in myself." The girl smiled reluctantly, and then showed a tired look.
Her vitality was really depleted, so just after saying these few words, almost all her strength was used up. Now she was panting slightly and teetering.
"Qing'er, take a good rest. Don't worry, I'm here." The old man in robe said lovingly.
"Okay, grandpa, I'll... sleep for a while first. When I wake up, we'll be home." Qing'er spoke intermittently, breathless, her eyes seemed to be closed, and she was obviously on the verge of life and death.
Since this old man surnamed Tang is known as the King of Chinese Medicine, his medical skills are of course extraordinary. He can see that his granddaughter is already wandering between life and death, and she may not be able to wait until she returns home.
The old man looked sad, his hands were trembling, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
"Don't sleep. If you do, you will never wake up again." At this moment, Chen Yu stood up and walked to the girl's side and said.
"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes, somewhat confused by what Chen Yu meant.
"I said that if you fall asleep, you will never wake up again. You were born with no pulse and could only live to be ten years old. It's a miracle that you can survive until now." Chen Yu smiled slightly and said: "It is said that in China,
In the Western Region, there are snow-capped mountains and ice toads, which specialize in treating all kinds of dead veins, but this thing only exists in legends, and it takes a lot of luck to find it."
"Does this little friend know medical skills?" The old man surnamed Tang looked at Chen Yu.
"Understood." Chen Yu nodded.
If he says he understands a word, he is not being modest, because he can be modest in other matters, but when it comes to medical skills, he really has nothing to be modest about.
"My granddaughter has been suffering from cold veins since she was a child and needs extremely cold things to keep her cold. We are immigrants from Italy. This time we went to China to look for ice toads. After finding no results, we came to Fusang and thought
I went to the far north to try my luck in the snowfields, but in the end I still gained nothing." The old man sighed.
"She is born with cold pulses and using cold to overcome the cold is a helpless move. The ice toad is cold in nature. If she uses this cold nature to restrain her own cold nature, it will inevitably hurt her lungs. If it is hurt, she will develop symptoms in the future.
Cold cough, suffering from extreme cold every day, the gain outweighs the loss." Chen Yu said slowly.
"What sir said is absolutely true, but now I can't think of any better way besides this. Although this will most likely damage her internal organs due to the cold, it is still better than her dying."
"To tell you the truth, Qing'er's father is no longer here. She and her brother are the only two people in our Tang family. I really can't bear to see her leave me."
"I understand the old gentleman's mood. I don't know if the old gentleman can trust me." Chen Yu raised his head, looked at the old man and said, "I understand Chinese medicine and am good at it. I have a way to dispel the coldness in her body."
"And he will use the breath of extreme yang to change her meridians, which will make her disease better."
"Is what my little friend said true?" The old man looked excited. He now had no doubts about Chen Yu's words.
First of all, Chen Yu had accurately told her granddaughter's illness just now, not to mention that she also knew the pulse of extreme cold.
In addition, the medical science and pharmacology he said were all sound and logical, so the old man could not help but not believe him.
What's more, the granddaughter is already so angry that she might die before she gets off the plane. Therefore, the old man would rather try and make a mistake once than watch his granddaughter leave this world helplessly.
"Well, now I will perform acupuncture for Ling Qianjin." Chen Yu nodded slightly and said: "After the acupuncture, plus my medicine, she will definitely get better."
"Okay, thank you, little friend. What's your surname? My surname is Tang, and my name is Tang Jinguo. This is my granddaughter." The old man raised his head and looked at Chen Yu.
"My name is Chen Yu. I'm from China. I dare not say anything else. I'm afraid no one can match me in terms of medical skills." Chen Yu smiled slightly, took out the silver needle, and started to perform acupuncture.
An'er on the side also stood up and looked at Chen Yu with wide eyes.
He could also see that the girl in front of him might not have long left, but if Chen Yu could rescue her, it meant that Chen Yu was extremely reliable.
He always felt that his noble person was Chen Yu, so he had to figure out what was going on.
"Ms. Tang, I'm going to start acupuncture on you. The process may be a little painful, just be patient." Chen Yu picked up the needle and smiled slightly at the girl.
"Mr. Chen, please, I have been holding on to this broken body for ten more years. These ten years were all in vain. Even if I die now, I don't blame anyone. On the contrary, I think this is good for me."
It’s a relief.”
"Don't say such depressing words." Mr. Tang frowned slightly: "This Mr. Chen is not an ordinary person. He is sent by God to save you. You will be fine. Promise Grandpa, you will get through it."
"I'll try my best..." Qing'er forced a smile, then she turned to look at Chen Yu: "Mr. Chen, please..."
"Okay, Miss, just be patient for a while." Chen Yu smiled slightly, picked up the needle, and began to perform acupuncture on Qing'er.
Qing'er's terminal pulse is the extreme cold pulse, so her situation is extremely complicated. The cold air comes with her pulse pattern, which means she is born with it. Therefore, it is extremely troublesome to drive the cold air out of her pulse pattern.
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Now she can only use acupuncture to penetrate her various acupuncture points with the Yang Zhenqi, and then slowly peel away the cold air.
While the cold air was being peeled off, Chen Yu also had to ensure that her pulse was not damaged in any way, so he had to be extremely careful during this process.