Xu Yan shook his head and said, "If I don't learn the Tribulation Needle today, I won't be able to eat."
"this......"
"Yun Yi, I also want to learn acupuncture first." Cheng Peng rubbed his hands with a look of anticipation on his face.
Yun Yi couldn't laugh or cry. These two old naughty boys were obsessed with medicine. If he didn't teach them now, they would probably go on a hunger strike.
In desperation, the three of them entered the inner room together, and Yun Yi personally taught him the Tribulation Needle.
This study only lasts for more than an hour.
The identification of acupuncture points, the sequence of acupuncture points, and the depth of insertion of the needles are actually not advanced skills. The main thing is that the speed of inserting the needles is like thunder and lightning. You can only go fast and not slow.
The slower it is, the more effective the Tribulation Acupuncture Acupuncture will be.
For Cheng Peng and Xu Yan, two old men, their hands and feet are stiff because of their age, so speed is their main problem to overcome.
Yun Yi explained clearly the main points of the Tribulation Needle, and then he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
"Lao Xu, teacher, you are practicing, I will go home and have a meal first."
Because Yun Yi said he was friends with Xu Yan, Xu Yan insisted on calling him Lao Xu.
"Go for it!"
Xu Yan and Cheng Peng didn't even raise their heads and continued to practice on the acupuncture puppets intently.
But as soon as Yun Yi walked to the front hall, a group of people walked in, and an old man at the head said fiercely: "Who is Yun Yi? Come out here."
Um?
Yun Yi paused. This old man looked unfamiliar. Does he have any grudge against him?
Just when he saw the word "Han" on the chest of the robe the old man was wearing, Yun Yi knew what was going on. Could this be Peng Chong's teacher, the famous doctor Zhang Hanjing?
Sure enough, Peng Chong walked out from behind Zhang Hanjing.
"Teacher, he is Yun Yi, he is the one who makes students lose face." Peng Chong pointed at Yun Yi and said angrily.
Zhang Hanjing looked Yun Yi up and down and said, "If you don't learn well at a young age, you will just learn some heretical ways. What kind of rubbish students does Cheng Peng, the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, lead?"
"Boy, if you kneel down in front of my students and apologize now, then I will spare you. Otherwise, I will make it impossible for your Baicao Hall to continue operating from now on."
Yun Yi frowned and said, "Why do you say that what I learned is heresy?"
"To deceive people by using silver needles to block acupuncture points is a heresy and rubbish."
Yun Yi sneered, "I am an orthodox Chinese medicine practitioner, but you have never seen my method of expression. And if you say my acupuncture is rubbish, then your student can't even solve this kind of rubbish. Who is he? A fighter among rubbish.
?"
"you......"
Zhang Hanjing was so angry that he snorted: "Boy, now I challenge you to let you know what orthodox Chinese medicine is."
"A famous doctor who has become famous challenges a small doctor. You are really thick-skinned."
"you......"
Zhang Hanjing's face turned red.
But Yun Yi then said: "But I can accept your challenge. The more you look down on my medical skills, the more I have to prove it to you."
"I can crush your students with strength, and I can crush you with the same strength."
"What an arrogant tone."
Zhang Hanjing said: "Boy, let's compete on whatever you are good at. I want you to know what real Chinese medicine is."
Yun Yi sneered, "I'm good at the Twelve Thunder and Fire Needles, do you dare to compete with me?"
Zhang Hanjing's face became even more ugly. He had restored the Nine Thunder and Fire Needles based on ancient books. How come he had twelve needles?