After looking at Zhong Hao carefully, Xu Shizhong asked Xu Shiguan.
His voice is of a very magnetic type, which is very consistent with his elegant and detached temperament. If it weren't for the military uniform on his body, perhaps Xu Shizhong would be more like a scholar with a wealth of knowledge, rather than a military boss.
"Brother, he is Mr. Zhong Haozhong, whom Jingyi invited from Jincheng. He is the successor of the Acupuncture King Guan Shenzhen."
Xu Shiguan introduced Zhong Hao very politely. Considering their status, they still did this kind of etiquette very well.
In Xu Shiguan's eyes, Zhong Hao is a doctor first, and then a young man, and his respect is because of Zhong Hao's status as a doctor. If Zhong Hao can really save Mr. Xu, then this respect will be relatively
What else can be calculated?
Regarding Xu Shiguan's introduction, Zhong Hao was a little speechless.
Obviously, Xu Shiguan, like the old Chinese medicine doctor, regards himself as the successor of the King of Acupuncture.
Xu Jingyi also blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Zhong Hao. She had never heard Zhong Hao say that he was a disciple before, but now it seems that she also misunderstood.
But it doesn't matter if there is a misunderstanding. For Zhong Hao, it would be better if everyone misunderstood.
With his identity as a descendant of the King of Needles, he no longer needs to worry too much about many things. If anything comes up, his identity as a descendant of the King of Needles is enough to handle it.
"Guan Shen Needle..."
Xu Shizhong seemed to feel familiar, but after thinking for a moment, his deep eyes showed a bit of surprise, and he asked Zhong Hao: "Guan Shen Acupuncture, could it be the Guanyin Acupuncture famous in the Chinese medicine world?"
Wang Guanzhimin?"
"That's right."
Zhong Hao responded very simply. The Guan Zhimin Xu Shizhong mentioned was Guan Zeming's great-great-grandfather, the last generation of acupuncture king of the Guan family.
"It turns out that he is the descendant of a generation of acupuncture kings. No wonder his medical skills are so outstanding."
Xu Shizhong nodded lightly, and then said to Zhong Hao: "Sir, my father will trouble you."
"Let me take a look first."
Zhong Hao responded and walked towards the bed.
Xu Jingyi stood quietly aside, and the breeze blew gently from the huge floor-to-ceiling window, lifting the corners of her fluttering skirt.
Her little face was full of nervousness, and her little hands were already tightly grasped.
Brothers Xu Shizhong and Xu Shiguan stood beside the bed. The expressions of these two military bosses were a little nervous and a little expectant.
The entire ward was almost very quiet. No one made a sound for fear of disturbing Zhong Hao.
Zhong Hao sat down by the bed and quickly took out the silver box from his arms.
And just when he took out the silver needle from the needle box, Mr. Xu, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
The torment of a long illness made Xu Yuanzheng's old eyes full of fatigue and turbidity. However, the moment he opened his eyes, a very strong momentum emerged from Xu Yuanzheng's eyes, as if they were like
He is the general who is leading the army to fight on the battlefield.
However, this momentum was fleeting at first, and then quickly became dim and irrelevant.
"You...who are you..."
Mr. Xu glanced at Zhong Hao with some difficulty. His voice was very soft, as if he was struggling to speak every word.
His voice seemed to be forced out of his throat without any movement of his lips.
It can be seen that Mr. Xu's ALS has entered the most dangerous final stage.
The motor nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord are rapidly degenerating, and the muscles are atrophied and weak, which seriously affects the body's movements. Even moving the mouth and blinking the eyes have become an extremely laborious task, and even breathing
Huh, you also need the help of a ventilator.
If this continues to degenerate, whether it is speaking, swallowing or breathing functions will rapidly decline, until respiratory failure and death.
Generally, ALS patients can only live two to five years, but Mr. Xu has miraculously lived for six years. However, his body is already on the verge of death. It can be seen that Mr. Xu has already exhausted his remaining lifespan.
Not much left.
"Mr. Xu, I am Jingyi's classmate. Jingyi brought me here to treat you."
Looking at this deformed old man who was tortured by illness, it was really difficult for Zhong Hao to connect him with the image of the soldier who crossed the battlefield decades ago. But for such an old man who had made countless contributions to the country,
Zhong Tian still maintained his due respect.
"Jingyi, is Jingyi back...?"
Xu Yuanzheng seemed to have only heard the previous words of Zhong Hao. His eyes began to look around. However, his movements were very slow and laborious. It was just a simple movement of turning his head, as if it was a waste of time.
It was as if I had tried my best.
From Xu Yuanzheng's old and feeble voice, Zhong Hao could clearly feel the love.
This made Zhong Hao feel a little surprised. Obviously, not everyone in the Xu family disliked Xu Jingyi. On the contrary, the real soul of the Xu family loved Xu Jingyi the most.
No wonder Xu Jingyi would rather be ridiculed and scolded than bring him to help Xu Yuanzheng see a doctor...
"Grandpa, I'm here."
Listening to Mr. Xu's feeble voice, Xu Jingyi's eye circles suddenly turned red, and then she quickly strode to the bed and tightly grasped Mr. Xu's possibly unconscious hands.
Looking at Xu Jingyi, Mr. Xu's cloudy eyes showed a trace of kindness, and then he said with great difficulty: "My child, if you come back a few days later, I'm afraid grandpa won't be able to see you..."
Hearing this, the crystal tears between Xu Jingyi's beautiful eyes suddenly fell straight down. She resisted the urge to cry and said: "Grandpa, you won't die. I will bring Zhong Hao to treat you. Zhong Hao's medical skills
It's very powerful, he will definitely be able to cure you..."
"My body is hopeless, hopeless..."
Mr. Xu's voice was already full of despair.
Over the years, hundreds of doctors have treated him, including the world's top experts in Western medicine and experts in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China. However, all of them are helpless about his health.
After so many years, Mr. Xu's mentality is like that of Xu Ling before, and he has already become completely desperate.
Therefore, when Zhong Hao was talking about treating him just now, he basically ignored Zhong Hao's words. For him, before he died, he could look at his most beloved granddaughter and be among his children.
Dying with someone by your side is already a very, very good thing.
The only thing that made him regretful was that the youngest son he loved the most passed away from this world earlier than him...
On the side, brothers Xu Shizhong and Xu Shiguan looked at each other. Infected by Mr. Ye's words, the two of them felt a little depressed.
After so many years, the two brothers have been persevering and looking for all the famous doctors in the world. Unfortunately, they are disappointed and disappointed every time.
And this time with Zhong Hao's arrival, although they still retained some hope, it was only a small amount...
After so many years, they have become a little desperate.
Xu Jingyi was not desperate. Seeing Mr. Xu's desperate and gloomy look, she quickly looked at Zhong Hao, and then asked helplessly: "Zhong Hao, you can save my grandpa, right?
"
"Jingyi, do you believe me...?" Zhong Hao did not promise anything immediately, but asked instead.
"Um."
Xu Jingyi nodded seriously without any hesitation.
"That's ok."
Zhong Hao showed a confident smile on his face, and then said directly to Mr. Xu on the bed: "Mr. Xu, let me check your body first."
"Young man, you can do whatever you want..."
Mr. Xu's tone had a sense of self-destruction, as if this body was no longer his, or he was ready to give it up.
Zhong Hao only needs Mr. Xu to agree, and nothing else is needed.
Picking up the silver needle, Zhong Hao inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point on Mr. Xu's arm. Then, a trickle of spiritual energy began to flow into Mr. Xu's body along the silver needle.
What Zhong Hao needs to do is very simple, that is, try to restore Mr. Xu's degenerated nerve cells and muscle cells.
As long as he can recover, he is basically more than 90% confident that Mr. Xu's ALS can be cured.
To others, this ALS may be an incurable terminal disease in the world, but Zhong Hao has spiritual power.
The ability of psychic energy to restore cells is definitely the nemesis of this type of disease.
Under Zhong Hao's control, the stream of psychic energy quickly integrated into the neurons and muscle cell tissue under Xu Lao's arm, and then began to quickly restore these degenerated cells.
Zhong Hao also had some expectations, because he didn't know whether this characteristic degeneration of cells was also within the recovery and repair ability of psychic energy.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Time passed slowly, but the psychic energy seemed to have no effect on these degenerated cells, and there was no recovery of those degenerated cells.
Feeling all this, Zhong Hao was obviously a little surprised.
However, he did not give up because of this, but increased the input of psychic energy.
Those degenerated cells still seem to show no signs of recovery, just like an iceberg.
However, no matter how hard the iceberg is, it will melt one day. After Zhong Hao's spiritual energy input became larger and larger, the ice finally showed signs of loosening.
Feeling this slight loosening, Zhong Hao was already relieved.
Because he was already certain that he had a cure for ALS, but the recovery of these degenerated cells consumed too much spiritual energy.
