The situation was the same as what Yang Haoran had deduced before. The old man was once a dark energy warrior, but his three yang meridians were injured and he could no longer use his internal energy.
And as age increases, the damage to the three Yang meridians causes the elderly to have weakness in their limbs, weak internal organs, and unable to function normally, so they can only rely on drugs to maintain their health.
His body was already in turmoil, but that century-old mountain ginseng became the straw that broke the camel's back.
The medicinal power of old wild ginseng is like a ball of fire entering the old man's body, but it cannot circulate normally with the Qi and blood. It is like a fire burning a dry pot, which will lead to death.
If you use medicine hastily, it is like pouring cold water into a red-hot pot. An accidental use will only cause the pot to break faster.
The only way is to remove the fire from under the cauldron. It is easy to say, but it is absolutely impossible to do it with ordinary methods.
Fortunately, Yang Haoran, an ordinary Taoist priest, is really not an ordinary person.
The old man has fallen into a deep coma. Without treatment, he may only live for two days at most.
Yang Haoran took a deep breath, lifted the quilt off the old man's body, and gently pressed his palm on the old man's chest.
A soft true energy was induced by Yang Haoran from the Dantian, and slowly penetrated into the old man's body.
Soon, sweat began to flow from Yang Haoran's forehead.
There was silence in the bedroom, but the living room outside the bedroom was filled with an anxious mood.
Lin Feng squatted on the ground with his head down, while Lin Zihua kept pacing back and forth, worry on his brows.
Xingzhu, on the other hand, was a little worried, but at the same time he was worried, but he was also looking forward to it.
Even if he didn't know what Yang Haoran was doing, it was a wonderful feeling.
"Old, is that Master Yang really as powerful as you said?"
Ten minutes later, Lin Zihua finally couldn't help but ask.
Without any hesitation, Xingzhu nodded, but then he had a look of anger on his face.
"Mr. Lin, you can doubt my medical skills, but please don't question Master Yang's ability. Although Master Yang is young, he is the most skilled person I have ever seen in medicine. I believe that since he is willing to take action, Mr. Lin can
My life has been saved."
Lin Zihua's frown did not relax, he just said in a low voice: "I hope so."
Time passed little by little, and for Lin Zihua and Lin Feng who were waiting in the living room, the days seemed like years.
Every minute and every second was tortured by waiting, fearing that bad news would suddenly come.
Even Xingzhu was no longer calm at this time.
He rehearsed various plans in his mind, but he rejected them one by one. No matter what plan, there were great risks and no certainty.
He couldn't imagine what method Yang Haoran would use to cure Mr. Lin, and it had already been forty minutes. It couldn't really have failed, right?
When the three people were suspicious and anxious, a cough came from the bedroom, followed by a long moan.
The atmosphere seemed to be frozen, the three people's eyes met, their expressions were extremely excited.
They shouted out in unison.
"It's father!"
"Mr. Lin's voice!"
Lin Feng rushed to the bedroom door in one stride. As soon as his hand touched the handle, he retracted it as if he had touched a red-hot iron.
Yang Haoran had made it clear before that no one was allowed to enter without his order.