"Thank you for your hard work, two miracle doctors." The middle-aged man from the Song family said quickly. When he winked, his nephew Song Yunfei quickly brought a tea and asked the two to rest and have tea.
The young woman quickly put down the silver needle, took the teacup with gasps, and drank it all in one go.
Although he only acupunctured one-third of the process, Mr. Song's face turned rosy and his breath became much more even.
The Song family around him also looked happy and had a look of admiration.
The woman was quite contented. After drinking the tea, she glanced at Ye Chen with a gloomy face, meaning: Look at how I was cured.
Ye Chen only looked at him without saying a word, and there was no expression on his face.
In fact, if she mastered her true qi well and had the right time, she would not have to spend so much true qi and would not be so tired.
But Ye Chen still doesn't have any advice, he doesn't want to mess with this "screaming little pepper" anymore.
Ye Chen turned around, looked at Mr. Song's injuries, and frowned.
After the woman acupunctured him, Mr. Song's condition did improve, but this was only superficial.
Mr. Song had old injuries in his body, his tendons and veins had been destroyed long ago, and he also had blood deficiency symptoms, and his organs were somewhat exhausted in many places. The woman's diagnosis and treatment just now was only treated with symptoms but not the root cause.
On the surface, Mr. Song's face looked rosy, but in fact he suppressed the deficiency and would recur in two days. Moreover, the disease broke down and the symptoms became worse, and he would be in danger of life.
The so-called miracle doctor is just to let him live two or three more days.
Seeing this, Ye Chen made a quick decision, stood by the bed, picked up the silver needle beside the table, and said lightly: "The old man's body still has hidden diseases, so I will treat it with acupuncture."
Seeing Ye Chen using needles, the middle-aged man in the Song family immediately looked surprised and wanted to stop him, but when he saw that he was skillful in his technique, he couldn't help but frown.
Song Rongyu, who was standing beside him, suddenly became angry and blurted out: "Hey! What are you doing?
Ye Chen said lightly: "Old Song has an old disease. I will try to reconcile the tendons and veins for him, and also reshape the organs in his body. Otherwise, he will not live for three days."
"What did you say?" Song Rongyu was furious and cursed: "You curse my grandpa, I'll kill you!"
Song Wanting hurriedly stopped him and blurted out: "Brother, let Master Ye treat grandpa, don't make trouble!"
"I'm making trouble?" Song Rongyu said angrily: "Don't worry, handing over grandpa's life to him. I don't have the courage to do so! Are you going to kill grandpa?"
Song Wanting said coldly: "I believe in Master Ye's strength. Let Master Ye be treated. If something goes wrong, I will be responsible!"
"You're responsible!"
At this time, Ye Chen did not raise his head, and the silver needle in his hand flew, and he waved his hand to stab Guanyuan, Juque, Shaoyang and other major acupoints, and supplemented with some spiritual energy to pass into Old Song's body with the tip of the needle.
When the young woman saw Ye Chen really dared to give Song Lao Chi directly, she immediately looked angry and was about to come forward to stop him and blurted out: "Hey, boy, stop quickly, if something happens, you can't take responsibility.
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At this moment, Shi Tianqi next to him suddenly stopped her and said in a deep voice: "Slow down, don't disturb him!"
The young woman said anxiously: "Grandpa, he will treat the patient randomly and cause problems!"
Shi Tianqi said in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhao, please take a closer look at his method of laying the needle!"
Seeing that my grandfather said this, the woman had to look at Ye Chen's hand.