The young man's name is Luo Bai. An ancestor of the Luo family was once the royal maker of blue and white flowers in the Yuan Dynasty. His exquisite skills were passed down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, his grandfather's craftsmanship was not taken seriously, so he lived in poverty.
Buy some old things to support your life, or help others make fakes.
Making fakes is a disgrace to a noble craftsman.
But life forces us to do this.
Grandpa has always lived a depressed life, leading to his premature death.
Before he died, he held Luo Bai's hand and repeatedly emphasized that he could not make any fakes to deceive the world, but could only make imitations. If there was a chance, he would carry forward the Luo family's Yuan blue and white making technology and not insult his ancestors.
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The words of Song Xuan, a man with great reputation in the antique world, gave him great hope.
Could it be that the girl could really help him cure his illness? And the boy really opened a company to give himself a stage to perform?
He dubiously followed Yang Zimei and entered the lounge specially set up by Mo Xuan.
Yang Zimei asked him to lie down on the soft couch, covering his head with his palms. He first used his vitality to test the location and stubbornness of the tumor inside, and then used silver needles to prick his sleeping and moving acupoints to put him in a peaceful and peaceful state.
An immobile state.
Acupuncture on the brain is different from acupuncture on other parts. A slight deviation will have great consequences.
She took out the silver needles and instilled Qi acupuncture on the Baihui, Tianchong, Yuzhen, Tongtian and other acupuncture points on his head...
After about an hour, she took out the silver needle, but she was out of breath from exhaustion.
This time acupuncture consumed more than half of her energy, which was equivalent to the amount consumed by fighting a thousand people.
She unblocked his sleeping and moving acupoints, then sat tiredly aside to regulate his breathing.
Luo Bai opened his eyes and woke up, and saw the girl in front of him covered in sweat, sitting cross-legged with a pale face, her black hair was like silk, her face was as bright as jade, her pale lips were slightly parted, like a fairy, she was pure and beautiful, but with a hint of beauty.
With some kind of girlish temptation.
He looked away, reached out to touch his head, and sat up.
The constant pressure and pain in my brain seems to have disappeared, leaving me with only a slight discomfort.
He stood up and rolled his neck slightly, still feeling fine.
He looked back at the girl who was adjusting her breathing. Could it be that she had really cured his brain tumor?
Is there such a miraculous medical skill of acupuncture in this world?
Yang Zimei discovered that even though he had consumed a lot this time, with just a little adjustment of his breath, energy and vitality continued to flow out of his body to make up for his shortcomings, allowing him to recover quickly.
This has never happened before.
She reached out and touched the peach wood tablet, wondering if it could be the role of the peach wood tablet in transforming herself?
She opened her eyes, looked at Luo Bai who had been staring at her intently, reached out to wipe her sweat, and said with a faint smile: "The treatment progress is not bad, as long as two more acupuncture treatments are performed, the brain tumor can be completely eliminated.
, three days later, you remember to come here to see me, we will perform the second acupuncture."
"Really...can it be cured?" Luo Bai felt a little like he was in a dream and couldn't believe it.
"Well, don't you think that your current condition is much better? Or, you can go to the hospital to find equipment for testing." Yang Zimei stood up and said with a smile, "However, you can't tell anyone that I treated you.
I am not the Universal Guanyin, I don’t want to save people in distress or cause too much trouble, I just want to save the people I think should be saved.”
Luo Bai looked at the cinnabar mark between her eyebrows and thought, what is not Guanyin? In his opinion, she is really as beautiful, kind and touching as Guanyin.
After leaving Mo Xuan, he went to the hospital for a check-up. As a result, the doctor told him that more than half of his brain tumor cancer cells had miraculously disappeared and their growth had been inhibited.
After getting the report, he and his sister hugged each other, crying and laughing, feeling extremely grateful to Yang Zimei, feeling that a miracle in life was about to come!