Eight hundred and eighty-eighth chapter has a play
"I just observed that neither breath can eliminate this red mark. On the way back, I have been thinking about the formation principle of this red mark.
I studied this red mark with a medical perspective, and I discovered a problem. The reason why the red mark is formed on our wrists is because the breath emitted from the eyes of the giant tiger rushes into the capillaries, causing the capillaries to
due to swelling.
Of course, ordinary people cannot detect the expansion of capillaries in the wrist, and they do not feel any pain." Zhang Fan explained.
"We already understand the general principle behind the formation of this red mark, but how do we eliminate this mark and release the aura from this mark?" Huang Qingyun followed up by asking.
"I don't know what kind of energy the light beams emitted from the eyes of the two giant tigers are, but I found that when I pressed the acupuncture points to slow down the blood flow, and when the red marks on my wrists became lighter, the energy that was originally condensed
The aura of the giant tiger on our wrists showed signs of dissipating outwards. I tried it several times and it was always the same.
Therefore, I concluded that this energy needs to be supported by blood. Therefore, we only need to cut off the flow of blood at the location with the red mark. The breath of the two giant tigers should be able to dissipate actively. Once this breath dissipates,
When our capillaries return to normal, this red mark will naturally fade away." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.
"Brother Fan, can you stop the flow of our blood at the location of the red mark?" Fang Haoming asked expectantly. Although the red mark in his hand is harmless, after all, it is not something that belongs to him. Fang Haoming is very worried.
Want to eliminate it.
"Haoming, you don't need to ask this question. Mr. Zhang has already reached the realm of medical souls, and the prerequisite for reaching the realm of medical souls is an extremely clear understanding of the structure of the human body, and his medical skills have reached the pinnacle. How could Mr. Zhang have nothing to do?
"Before Zhang Fan could answer, Fang Yan spoke.
Zhang Fan looked at Fang Yan, smiled faintly, and then continued: "I will treat you right now and remove the red marks on your body."
As he said, Zhang Fan took out the silver needle bag, took out 9 silver needles, and inserted them into three acupuncture points on the wrists of the three of them.
When the three silver needles fell, the red marks on the three people's wrists became a little lighter. Then, they saw the three people's hands becoming pale little by little, and they felt a sense of soreness and numbness.
It was transmitted to the nerves of the three people.
At this time, the blood of the three people could not flow into the wrists of the three people at all, but showed a tendency to flow backwards.
Without the nourishment of blood, the luster of the red mark became darker and darker. After about seven or eight minutes, the red mark completely disappeared, and it was as pale as the palms of the three people. Immediately afterwards, the red mark was seen.
There was a crisp sound of "buzzing" at the position, and the breath of the giant tiger instantly floated out from their wrists.
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the faces of the three people.
After the giant tiger's aura had completely dissipated from the wrists of the three, Zhang Fan withdrew the silver needle that had been stuck on the wrists of the three, and then stuck it on his own wrist. For about four or five minutes, the needle on Zhang Fan's wrist
The red marks also dissipated
Already.
Afterwards, a few people took a brief rest and then had lunch together.
After lunch, the four of them strolled around the farmyard leisurely for a few times. They intentionally or unintentionally listened to the conversations of the people in the farmyard, but they did not find any valuable clues.
…
Early on the next morning, before Zhang Fan and the others woke up, there was a knock on their door. Zhang Fan opened his sleepy eyes, got up from the bed, and lazily opened the door. The person who came was none other than
He An.
"You're a little early here." Zhang Fan looked at He An and said.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on He An's face, but then he said: "Mr. Zhang, this farmhouse usually doesn't steam steamed buns for breakfast. I asked them to steam a drawer of beef buns. They were just out of the pot.
Guo's steamed buns are the most delicious, I'll come over and ask you to eat steamed buns together."
"Okay, thank you for your kindness. Then I will simply clean up and let's go eat steamed buns together." Zhang Fan looked at He An and smiled.
After Zhang Fan and others simply washed up, they went to the restaurant to eat steamed buns with He An.
He An gave instructions to the waiter, and the steamed buns were quickly brought up. Looking at the steaming steamed buns, Zhang Fan couldn't help but have an appetite. He picked up his chopsticks and moved towards the steamed buns, but Zhang Fan's chopsticks were not clamped firmly. Zhang Fan stretched out his chopsticks.
He stretched out his other hand to catch the bun. At this time, both Zhang Fan's wrists were exposed in front of He An.
When He An saw Zhang Fan's smooth wrist, He An's eyes suddenly focused on Zhang Fan's wrist.
Zhang Fan smoothly put the buns into the bowl with both hands, and then ate them happily.
And He An's eyes full of surprise followed the direction of the bowl in front of Zhang Fan.
After a brief shock, He An came to his senses and turned his attention to the wrists of Fang Yan, Fang Haoming, and Huang Qingyun. He found that the wrists of the three of them, like Zhang Fan, no longer had red marks.
"Mr. Zhang, I see there are no red marks on your hands. How did you eliminate these red marks?" He An asked.
"These are some medical methods that you don't understand." Zhang Fan responded calmly and continued to eat the buns in his bowl.
The look in He An's eyes just now was so obvious, how could Zhang Fan not notice it? Zhang Fan just didn't reveal it.
He An glanced at Zhang Fan. After a moment of hesitation, he looked at Zhang Fan with a smile and asked tentatively: "Mr. Zhang, can you tell me how to remove the red marks on your body?"
"No." Zhang Fan replied happily without even raising his head.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, He An's face was a little ugly. However, Zhang Fan's behavior was reasonable. After all, their side was at fault in the last incident, but he was not the one who made the mistake.
At this moment, Zhang Fan continued: "Even if I tell you, you still have no ability to remove the red mark on your body."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, He An's eyes lit up, and then he quickly asked: "Mr. Zhang, can you remove the red mark on my body for me?"
Zhang Fan glanced at He An, said nothing, and continued eating the buns.
Seeing that Zhang Fan did not refuse immediately this time, He An felt a little happy. It seemed like there should be something going on!
"Mr. Zhang, I'll excuse you for a moment. I'm going to do some errands. You guys can use your time here." He An looked at Zhang Fan and the others and smiled apologetically. He quickly left the restaurant without waiting for Zhang Fan's reply.