Zi Tong suddenly offered to look at her legs, and Meng Fusheng was a little surprised.
Of course, after the momentary accident, his expression soon returned to calm, and he shook his head gently, with a hint of resignation in Meng Fusheng's smile, "No need to waste time."
When it comes to medicine in Beizhou Continent, the Zi family is undoubtedly the most prestigious. As the head of the family, Zi Qiong's medical skills are naturally also excellent. In order to help Meng Fusheng's treatment, Zi Qiong used a lot of various methods, but it still didn't work.
, Meng Fusheng did not think that Zi Tong could cure him.
After being disappointed countless times, he no longer dares to have any more hope, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Rather than being disappointed again, it is better not to hope.
Zi Tong had already seen his expression, and then deliberately teased, "Fu Sheng, aren't you shy?!"
Meng Fusheng smiled lightly, "Nothing, I just think there is no need to waste time on my two broken legs."
"I have plenty of time!" Zi Tong crossed her arms, "Zitu, carry him to the bed."
Zi Tu obeyed Zi Tong's words and immediately stepped forward. With a little effort, he picked up Meng Fusheng from the wheelchair, walked out of the weapons room, went to the opposite bedroom, laid her flat on the bed, and helped him take off his clothes.
boots.
Walking to the bed, Zi Tong's fingers stretched out towards his robe.
"Wait a minute." Meng Fusheng saw her intention and blushed, "Purple Eyes, it's better not to use it."
Seeing the flush on his face and knowing that this guy was embarrassed, Zi Tong chuckled, "Don't worry, I don't need you to take off your clothes!"
Lifting up his outer robe, she solemnly looked on her face, stretched out her palm, and there was a golden needle between her fingers. She inserted the needle through the clothes into an acupuncture point on the sole of his foot, and her eyes fell intently on Meng Fusheng's face.
, there was no sign of pain in his leg.
"Does it hurt?"
Meng Fusheng shook his head.
Zi Tong pulled out the needle, moved her finger up two inches, and then pricked again, all the way from the calf to the knee. Meng Fusheng still had no reaction.
Until she inserted the needle into the acupuncture point on the outside of his thigh, Meng Fusheng's face twitched violently.
"pain!"
"I'm sorry, it was too harsh!"
Zi Tong smiled, then put away the golden needle in her hand and carefully checked his legs.
Blinking slightly, Zihua flashed across her eyes.
Her eyes easily passed through his trousers and through his flesh... She could clearly see his blood vessels, the outline of his muscles, and his bones.
She carefully inspected both legs, from his feet to his thighs, and found no problems with his bones.
"Did you suffer any serious trauma when you were trapped in the mine last time, such as your head, back, or waist?"
"My back was hit by a rock. Grandpa Zi healed the broken bone for me, but my legs were ruined!"
Back?!
Zi Tong took a step back and said, "Zi Tu, help him turn over."
Meng Fusheng was turned over, with his back facing up, and Zi Tong came over again and used his clairvoyance ability to look at his spine.
The cervical and thoracic vertebrae were intact, but the third lumbar vertebra had obvious dislocation damage. She raised her hand to hold down his bone.
"This is where it hurts, right?!"
"good!"
Meng Fusheng was a little surprised. He had already seen Zitong's skills and alchemy skills. He didn't expect that her medical skills were so good. He already knew the crux of his problem after just one glance.