Occupational disease, right? The tailor bowed his head when he saw the sky and his shoulders were restricted, while the blacksmith's calves were strained and affected his knees. Jia Jiuzhi chose a seamstress, opened the needle box, took out the golden needles, and concentrated on identifying the acupuncture points, inserting and twisting the needles.
Han Shaer's eyes widened when he looked at the golden needle. It was familiar, so familiar! After his grandfather passed away, his father put him aside. He also secretly stepped on the stool to take a look... In the end, together with the needle chart, they all fell into the trap.
Jia Jiuzhi's hand! Judging from his skill, he has reached the middle level. If he advances to the next level, he will undoubtedly become a master of medicine. Alas, I hope... He didn't want to think about it anymore. He took out his own needle from the needle bag, and it was milky white with a blue light.
Jia Jiuzhi couldn't help but sneer secretly. This young man had inherited the mantle of some old Chinese medicine doctor. The silver needles were old and discolored - the tailor screamed in pain - Han Shaer blurted out: "Pay attention to the fingers wearing the windlass!" Jia Jiuzhi flicked it.
The head said: "Don't point fingers, just mind your own business!" But he added three needles along the acupuncture points.
Erniang is right, this guy is running wild in the wasteland, and he doesn't know what good people are doing (catch him)! Han Shaer shook his head with a smile and gave the blacksmith acupuncture. The blacksmith was born with a deficiency, and it was not as simple as long-term nerve compression. Check the bones and give birth to him.
At this time, the parents must be of advanced age. Skip the calf and perform a few stitches on the thigh and spine.
When the time came, the guild staff tested the effect, and the seamstress twisted her neck and shrugged, indicating that she had recovered. Han Shaer was not convinced. He vaguely remembered that his grandfather had acupuncture three times for similar symptoms - but the blacksmith dragged his leg and said it was numb.
When the guild staff wanted to declare Jia Jiuzhi the winner, Han Shaer pointed at the blacksmith's feet: "Look, a bamboo leaf snake!"
"Help!" The blacksmith saw the green color squirming and ran away. "It's okay, it's a bamboo leaf!" Han Shaer laughed loudly. The faces of the guild members turned green and they announced that the first round was a tie.
Darling, you have a lot of assists from God! After annexing the Hero Medical Center, Han Shaer never thought about driving out of Xuyouzhou, nor did he think about it. He had three purposes for this trip: to find justice, to find clues about his father, and to bring back his younger siblings.
And the other party hates him for taking his job, and wants to dig a deep hole to bury him alive, so we have to discuss it carefully.
During the herbal medicine competition, the guild staff suggested that it was a peak showdown between the two sides. It was better to detoxify on the spot, which was more intuitive and the effect was obvious. He raised a pot and declared that it contained poisonous wine. Who is willing to try it? There is a great doctor here.
Dangerous. After asking three times, the audience fell silent. The host and his colleagues murmured for a while, asked You Lihua for instructions, and then announced that those who tried it would be rewarded one hundred taels of silver.
The female seamstress and the male blacksmith once again volunteered, carrying money in their pockets, waiting to drink the poisoned wine. This time, Jia Jiuzhi chose the blacksmith, and the tailor was left to Han Shaer.
Two cups of transparent light yellow liquid were brought to the tester. They hesitated for a moment and drank it all in one gulp - the blacksmith squatted down holding his stomach, and the tailor rolled on the ground, bleeding from all his orifices!
Darling, be serious! Han Shaer quickly took out the self-prepared elixir and drank it for the tailor. He dipped his finger into some of the bleeding blood and couldn't help but be horrified. The crown of the crane was red, and he saw the poison that sealed his throat with blood! Urgent Luck Guidance Pointer
The tip turned into a golden finger, still expelling a trace of mist. Not daring to neglect, he pricked the head and heart acupuncture points with flying needles to save his life, and pricked the blood to release the poison. He knew deeply that the toxicity of Hedinghong was far stronger than that of Bronchus, and the dosage was also
Big - start a game, take people's lives, it's like thunder and lightning! No matter how awesome Jia Jiuzhi is, he can't solve it!
The irony for him was that the blacksmith showed no signs of dying. He had taken the medicine in Jia Jiuzhi's small jar and was currently half lying and half sitting, as if he was recovering his vitality or closing his eyes to rest.