Chapter 2779 Fortunately, this silver needle was not in vain
Chapter 2779 Fortunately, this silver needle was not in vain (please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Chubi put his hands behind his back and looked at Changsun Wuji up and down, trying to find a convenient way to pretend to be sick.
"Otherwise, after Cheng has diagnosed and treated you, Dr. Wang will only take your pulse and look at your complexion and that's it."
"So, Cheng thinks that there is a good way that is not very harmful, but very humiliating. I don't know if Uncle Changsun Guo will be happy with it."
"???" Changsun Wuji and Changsun Zhongping stared at each other. God's god is not very harmful, but very insulting.
Who do you want to insult? I am a gentle gentleman, not a handsome rabbit.
Changsun Wuji had a dark face and panted heavily. It took him a long time to control the trash talk that he almost blurted out, and spoke bluntly.
"Tell me first, what does it mean to be harmless but extremely insulting?"
"Oh, I used the wrong word. It should be called a method that doesn't hurt much but causes great pain.
It can make you sweat in cold sweat, distort your expression, and look pale in just a few breaths."
"In this way, Cheng can say that you had a bad stomachache on the way south, suffered an acute attack of chronic enteritis, and were in a very critical condition.
After all, regarding anorectal diseases, Cheng has the most say, and they will definitely not doubt Cheng."
"..." Changsun Wuji's face showed a hint of joy, but then it turned dark again. Damn the anorectal department, are you coveting my secret disease again?!
The eldest grandson, Hero Zhongping, who had dug up the ancient paths of his master time and time again before Cheng Sanlang, could only roll his eyes.
I always feel that His Majesty sent this boy here not to solve the problem, but to create it, and to make his master angry to death.
Changsun Wuji took deep breaths frequently. He couldn't be angry. He must not be angry, for the sake of his children.
In order to live up to His Majesty's good plan for myself, there is no need to be as familiar as this annoying demon moth.
After self-hypnosis for a long time, Changsun Wuji finally regained his composure and asked calmly.
"That method...will there be any consequences?"
Cheng Chubi smiled and opened the treatment box beside him, picked up a silver needle box and shook it.
"There are three methods. The first one is to prick several acupuncture points on your body with silver needles. After pricking, you will feel uncomfortable and accompanied by pain."
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Changsun Wuji kept a straight face and said nothing. It was obvious that he wanted to wait for Cheng Sanlang to take out all three multiple-choice questions before he could choose them himself.
Of course, Cheng Chubi didn't have any objections to this. He reached into the box, took out a bunch of thin iron clips, and pinched Changsun Wuji twice.
"The second method is to take this kind of iron clamp and clamp it on the parts of the body that are prone to pain. The effect it will have is similar to twisting a thin layer of skin with fingernails.
It won't cause any serious harm to the body, but the pain caused is enough to hide it from those people."
"..." Looking at the clip and the silver needle, Changsun Wuji's face became darker and darker.
Without waiting for Cheng Sanlang to take out the treasure for the third time, he raised his big hand.
"No need, just use the first one."
Who can guarantee that he will come up with something full of bad taste again? It’s better to make the first choice. I’m not happy to have a bunch of iron clips on my body.
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After Wang Yiling waited outside the house for a while, he finally saw the door in front of him being opened.
Cheng Sanlang frowned deeply and walked out of the room with a very solemn expression. Wang Yiling hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"Little Cheng Taibao, may I ask what illness the eldest grandson Guojiu is suffering from?"
Cheng Chubi let out a long sigh and whispered to Wang Medical Ling.
"It's hard to say yet. It's most likely an acute attack of chronic enteritis, but it's also possible other intestinal diseases."
"Now it seems that we need to examine him carefully to determine whether he needs surgery."
"We need an operation..." Wang Yiling heard what Cheng Sanlang said and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
After all, in Wang Yiling's view, any disease that requires Cheng Sanlang's surgery is definitely not something that can be solved by ordinary medicine and stone.
"Alas..." Cheng Chubi sighed, then glanced around the room with some disgust, and his eyes fell on Wang Yiling.
That expression made Dr. Wang's eyelids twitch wildly, but considering that he did not need to bear the blame, Dr. Wang felt a little relieved.
However, Wang Yiling still glanced secretly at the few Ouchi guards who followed them, stiffened his scalp, and whispered to Cheng Sanlang, who had an ugly face.
"Little Cheng Taibao, if Uncle Changsun's illness requires surgery, I'm afraid this place won't be suitable, right?"
"Oh... I'll go in first and give him a careful diagnosis."
After saying these words, Cheng Chubi walked into the house, and Wang Yiling could only enter the house quietly.
He saw Changsun Wuji lying on the couch. This dignified uncle's face was gray at the moment, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
His expression was very painful, and he was clutching the bedding on the couch tightly with his big hands. This look made Wang Yiling feel a little frightened, fearing that he would pull over right now.
Cheng Sanlang examined him with a solemn expression and very cautious movements. After a long time, he motioned to the eldest son, Sun Zhongping, to talk to him outside the house.
Wang Yiling was listening attentively from the side, judging from the exchanges between the two and Cheng Sanlang's increasingly gloomy expression.
Wang Yiling already understood that Changsun Wuji was afraid that his condition was very critical.
"Okay, you go in first and take good care of Uncle Changsun. Don't let anything happen to him."
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Cheng Chubi was pacing slowly outside the house. Wang Yiling and others looked at this great doctor of the Tang Dynasty silently, not daring to say a word.
At this time, whoever gives advice and something goes wrong is asking for trouble.
After strolling for almost half a stick of incense, Cheng Chubi sighed helplessly and said to the leader of the Ouchi guards who had followed him.
"General Lu, I'd like to thank you for your hard work and send someone back to Luo immediately to tell His Majesty that uncle Changsun is seriously ill and may require surgery..."
"Furthermore, this operation is very difficult. To ensure safety, we must return to Luoyang and prepare for the operation."
Changsun Wuji was lying flat on the couch with lingering fear on his face, and kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Fortunately, after Changsun Zhongping came back, he pulled out those silver needles for himself. Otherwise, the painful and uncomfortable feeling would be torture to the point where life would be worse than death.
At this moment, after the exchange between Cheng Sanlang and General Lu was heard outside the house, Changsun Wuji let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this silver needle was not in vain.