Thanks to Master "Boy You Can" and Little Monk "Fan Zhen" for their generous rewards, good luck is flying all over the sky, thank you Gouzi. This third update is especially for them, thank you!]
"Is it still too late? Disinfection requires the use of special equipment. In the simplest terms, it needs to be boiled in a sterilizing pot. The native method you do in rural areas, scalding it with boiling water will not work. That way you can't get rid of some bacteria at all.
High-temperature resistant viruses..." Tang Kangcheng was indeed responsible and started to talk about his professional medical skills again.
Ye Fan immediately stopped and said: "Thank you, the soup expert, for the reminder. However, my method of sterilization is quite special. I don't scald it with boiling water, and of course, I don't use a sterilizing pressure cooker. That's how it works."
Ye Fan stretched out his hand, picked up a golden needle, and adjusted the operation of the health-preserving technique. After the Qi movement, a trace of inner energy flowed directly from the pores between the fingers to the fingertips. Using the inner energy breath to disinfect, of course, this is only a Chinese martial art.
Only a master can do it.
Nei Jin is the most natural and pollution-free scent in the world. Ye Fan’s golden needles also need this method to maintain good condition. Of course it is more effective than those sterilizing pots because it is purely natural.
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Ye Fan's action immediately caused the whole room to burst into uproar.
"You call it disinfection, just wipe it with your hands? Humph!" Cao Meifang glanced at Ye Fan, annoyed, and turned to Mr. Song and said: "Dad, you and I said you can't try local methods, you and him
What is used? This is also called disinfection. What if the needle sticks in and gets infected and causes illness? You must not try it."
"Professor Tang, can you tell me about this method?" Mr. Song also responded. In fact, he was a little confused because Ye Fan's disinfection method was so incredible and unacceptable.
Not to mention what Mr. Song muttered, no one else in the room believed it except Mark himself.
Even Song Zhenyao retracted her beautiful feet slightly, like a conditioned reflex. But after all, Mr. Song had seen a wide range of the world, so he asked expert Tang Kangcheng for his opinion.
"This method of disinfection is really crude. If it is said to be disinfection, it is impossible to sterilize at all. It can effectively kill some harmful germs. If Mr. Song really wants to try Comrade Ye Fan's native method of acupuncture, then
I will tell Xiao Li to take his Jinzhen back to the hospital and disinfect it before using it again." Tang Kangcheng proposed a method, but there was also an objection to Mr. Song trying this method in his words.
"Zhenyao, what do you mean?" Mr. Song turned around and asked his granddaughter.
"No! Zhenyao, you absolutely can't try. What if your feet are ruined? You work in a TV station, and I can't even try." Cao Meifang's voice was a little urgent.
"I...I...then take the needle back to the hospital for disinfection and try again. Mom! It shouldn't be a big problem if you prick this foot a few times. Besides, Ye Fan won't hurt us, right? He is a good man.
, maybe his method is really effective." Song Zhenyao glanced at Ye Fan and agreed to try it.
Of course, I want to get an opportunity for Ye Fan to perform and lay a foundation for the next step of the two of them. If Ye Fan loses this opportunity today, then what useful value does Ye Fan have in the eyes of the Song family? Purely
It's junk.
Song Zhenyao knew that with a family like hers, if love was compared with interests, interests would definitely be put first by the old man.
Therefore, it will be very difficult for Ye Fan to enter the Song family again in the future. What Ye Fan has is no advantage at all.
It is impossible for this guy to be rich even if he has no family background. Although Song Zhenyao is simple at heart, he is not stupid. As soon as he thought about it, he saw some signs. Now he is considering postmenstruation.
If Ye Fan can take this opportunity to cure his own foot, and if he can further cure his grandfather's old problem, then at least he can leave a good impression in his heart.
"Then let's do it like this!" Mr. Song nodded, but his tone was a little disappointed. Originally, he was still a little eager for Ye Fan's native acupuncture method, because yesterday Ye Fanlu's golden needle pricking the coffee table was quite showy.
But today, when he saw Ye Fan's disinfection method, the longing in Mr. Song's heart suddenly disappeared by 90%.
The reason why he agreed to let Ye Fan try now is just for the sake of his granddaughter Song Zhenyao. Besides, even if the foot is punctured, it won't be a big problem, and the soup expert is around and can handle it immediately.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Song. My golden needles are special and sterilizing them with a sterilizer won't work. My method is from the Taoist old man before. Believe it or not. If you are willing to try it, I will start immediately. If you are not convinced, I will leave immediately. However,
Mr. Song, please believe that I, Ye Fan, will never harm Zhenyao." Ye Fan looked confident.
"This..." Mr. Song glanced at Ye Fan, and then turned his attention to Expert Tang. Regarding medical issues, the expert's words are still credible.
"I'll try!" Song Zhenyao gritted her teeth and stretched her legs. Song Zhenyao knew that the opportunity was fleeting. If Ye Fan had to get out when his grandfather changed his mind, then the relationship between the two of them would be basically hopeless...
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"Hmph! I hope you don't pierce Zhenyao's feet, otherwise, I, Cao Meifang, will never agree." Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Cao Meifang became stern and hummed.
"Aunt Cao, please rest assured that Zhenyao's foot is absolutely fine." Ye Fan looked at Cao Meifang calmly, and then said: "I think if Aunt Cao wants to ask me, Ye Fan, to take action in the future, we won't.
That interest. My traditional method of acupuncture is also very troublesome. It will take a month to make up for the energy consumed by one injection."
"Hmph! Then I'll wait and see." Cao Meifang retorted with a snort.
"Mei Fang, stop talking. Ye Fan is here to treat Zhenyao's feet." Song Chujie, who had just come down from upstairs, answered. He felt that his wife was too rude to Ye Fan. At least she couldn't be like this on the surface.
Son, after all, people are here to treat illnesses.
In fact, Cao Meifang is not an unreasonable snob who despises the poor. But when it comes to her own family, it's a different matter.
With the triple fusion of medicine, internal strength, and acupuncture, Ye Fan's face was already covered with sweat after an hour.
Two hours later.
"You can wash your feet now." Ye Fan quickly retracted his needles and nodded.
"I'll do it." Cao Meifang brought out a basin of water and washed Zhenyao's feet herself. While washing, she asked if it hurt or if it was sore.
"Zhenyao, you can try to see if you can walk again, but you have just recovered, so be gentle with your steps. It will probably take two days before you can officially walk." Ye Fan said with a smile.
Song Zhenyao swayed and stood up with Cao Meifang's support. She stood on tiptoe, not daring to use any force at first, but then she slowly tried and was able to walk. She spun around in the hall and suddenly her glasses fell to the floor.
"Magic soil needle!" Mr. Song sighed, looked at his thigh again, and his hope rose again.
"Mr. Ye, isn't this needle of yours made of real gold?" Tang Kangcheng began to get closer and felt that this earth needle technique was really magical.
When Song Zhenyao stretched her legs just now, the congestion and swelling were quite obvious, but it actually took effect in a few hours. If this kind of local acupuncture technique could be brought back to Shuizhou First Hospital and combined with the hospital's traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture treatment, the effect would definitely be better.
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"I don't know, I bought it from a street stall. At that time, I heard the stall owner boasting that this injection was passed down from his ancestors who have been practicing medicine for generations. It has been passed down for hundreds of years. Now the family's situation is not good, so he reluctantly had the injection.
Suffer something.
At that time, I thought I had encountered a scammer using copper-plated needles to swindle money. However, these needles were not expensive, costing only a few hundred yuan per set, so I gritted my teeth and bought them.
However, this needle is really easy to use. I have used it a few times so far, and the results are just so-so." Ye Fan spoke in a false and untrue manner, and of course he was not telling the truth. This needle was obtained from the Tang Dynasty tomb in Tianshui Bazi at that time.
Picked up.
Why do you say it was picked up?
At that time, people in Tianshui Bazi Village dug up the Tang Dynasty golden horse and snatched it away, but the needle was hidden in a wooden box.
The Tianshui Bazi people were a bunch of old-fashioned people. After opening the box, they snatched a few ingots of silver. The remaining antique box and the bamboo slip-like "Bian Que Notes" were thrown away like a rag.
Fortunately, Er Yazi was on the side at the time, and happened to be hit by this thing. After taking it, he turned it over and found that there were many prostitutes and men drawn on the bamboo slips. It was a mess. Feeling exciting, he kept it privately and read it as a pornographic book.
Otherwise, it would not be Comrade Ye Fan's turn to pick up the slack.
"Oh! Can you let me see your needle?" Tang Kangcheng said with a smile on his face.
"It's nothing strange, just take a look if you want." Ye Fan handed it over with a smile.
"Xiaoye, do you think there is any hope of healing my leg?" Mr. Song asked, turning to Cao Meifang and saying, "Bring some snacks here, everyone is a little hungry."
"It's already ready, lotus seed glutinous rice balls." Cao Meifang replied in a low voice, not daring to stop her anymore.
"Let me check first." Ye Fan said.
Half an hour later, he said: "Well, let me try it first. If you have a reaction, it means there is hope. If there is no reaction at all, it means it has no effect."
After eating snacks.
Ye Fan sterilized the golden needle with both hands, causing Cao Meifang's eyelids to twitch again. The situation of treating Mr. Song's leg was very different from that of Zhenyao's foot. Zhenyao's was a sprain, while Mr. Song's was a sprain.
My calf is an old problem, and even major hospitals say it is difficult to cure. Sometimes the pain is so severe that the only option is to hang a bottle on it, prescribe some medicine, and it will get better after a period of recuperation.
However, since Mr. Song did not express any objection, it was difficult for Cao Meifang, Song Chujie, and Tang Kangcheng in the hall to speak, but the rescue preparations were still in place.
This time, Ye Fan inserted five needles at once, slowly forcing out the breath of inner energy and passing it in through the fine hollow needle tube like heat conduction.
A hot circle was formed and moved towards the injured area of Mr. Song, in order to show the difficulty and effort of applying acupuncture.
Of course, Ye Fan had a lot of big beads of sweat hanging on his face. Of course, these were all deceptive stunts made by this guy, because these were powerful magic codes that moved Mr. Song's axe.
The harder you work today, the more Mr. Song will be moved. Once Mr. Song is moved, he will have room to move.