"Haha~! Okay, I'm an old man with nothing to see." Yang Jinsong laughed at himself and quickly took off his clothes, revealing scars and bullet holes on his body, silently telling the story of his master's bloodshed in the war.
Yang Jinsong lay on his back on the hospital bed, and there was indeed a terrifying scar on his lower back.
"You can't die like this, Director Yang, you are so lucky!" Jin Hao looked at the scar and couldn't help but sigh.
"Haha~!! Now my life is in your hands, sorry for bothering you!" Yang Jinsong said with a smile.
"Bring me a needle!" Jin Hao stretched out his hand, and Yu Yaoqin quickly handed over a needle.
Jin Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Give it all to me!"
"Oh..." Yu Yaoqin stared in surprise and handed all the dozens of needles in Jin Hao's hand. The next scene made her mouth open into an O shape.
"Kowloon Acupuncture Hand!!!" I saw Jin Hao's hands inserting dozens of needles into each acupoint accurately as fast as lightning, and then playing the steel needles rhythmically like playing a piano.
"Did you see it? This is the Kowloon cave explorer that has been lost for nearly a hundred years!" Yu Mingguang saw this exciting moment again and whispered to his daughter.
"Hmm..." Yu Yaoqin bit her lip and nodded, looking at Jin Hao with fanatical admiration.
'Oh my God...what secret does this guy have...how...why is he so powerful!!' Yang Qingfei next to her was also stunned. She saw Jin Hao's cold and murderous side, and now she saw his rejuvenating side. This
How could two completely opposite things happen to him at the same time?
"Bring cinnabar!!!" Jin Hao pulled out all the needles and threw them to the ground, shouting in a deep voice.
"Oh!!!" Yu Yaoqin quickly handed over a box of cinnabar and glanced at Jin Hao strangely. This cinnabar is a rarely used medicinal material.
"Make some alcohol!" Jin Hao glared at Yu Yaoqin, making Yu Yaoqin's tightly closed heart suddenly feel as if something had knocked it open.
"Okay!!!" Yu Yaoqin lowered her head and did not dare to look at the man's eyes. She forced herself to calm down her breathing, poured the cinnabar on the vessel, mixed it with alcohol to make a paste, and then handed it to Jin Hao.
"Buzz...ah...boom...hu...hu..." Jin Hao closed his eyes, dipped his fingers in cinnabar and drew ancient runes on Yang Jinsong's back, and let out long and gentle sounds from his mouth.
syllables..
"Zhu...Zhu You...It's Zhu You Shu!!!" Yu Mingguang's whole body was shaking with excitement, and tears shed from his old eyes. He actually saw this ancient Chinese medicine secret technique that had been lost for thousands of years.
"Is this... is this really Zhu Youshu? Dad?!" Yu Yaoqin's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She had read a lot of ancient medical books, but only a few words introduced this ancient secret technique of traditional Chinese medicine.
Yang Qingfei asked curiously, "What is Zhu Youshu?!"
"Zhuyoushu is an ancient traditional Chinese medicine witchcraft. It was once an official name given by Emperor Xuanyuan. It is a secret technique that uses talismans to treat diseases. In ancient times, our ancestors relied on
This miraculous medical skill has survived the attacks of plague and disease one after another, avoiding the tragedy of nearly annihilation like the Black Death in Europe.
However, because this secret technique has a strong mysterious color, it has been lost for a long time, and it is even harder to find traces now." Yu Yaoqin introduced the origin of Zhu Youshu to Yang Qingfei in a low voice, her eyes never leaving Jin Hao.
