"Please give me a drink to express my gratitude to you." Yang Xinyan said.
"No need, I almost drank just now." Lin Yu shook his head. He was telling the truth. He drank a lot while sitting at the bar before. His drinking capacity was not good in the first place, and now he felt a little dizzy.
"Then...I'll take you back." Yang Xinyan pointed to a red Porsche on the side.
"You can afford to drive a car and you still come here to sing?" Lin Yu was quite surprised. He felt that this girl had a different temperament and was definitely not the kind of person who would make a living singing everywhere.
"It's just a personal hobby. I don't come here to sing for money." Yang Xinyan said.
Lin Yu nodded. Just when he was about to start speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he felt a ray of heat pouring out of the sea of qi, flooding his whole body instantly.
The side effects of Liufu Juemui actually started to occur at this time.
Lin Yu secretly complained... He seemed to have drank too much just now. Because of his health, he could not drink. He usually only drank the Yuqiong drink brewed by his master. He could never drink more than two taels of other wine.
He was at the bar just now and forgot about this. He drank a lot of cocktails and red wine. This is a tragedy.
Once the Liufu Juemei attacks, it will be very painful... After a ray of heat gushes out from the sea of qi, a ray of cold air gushes out from the Dantian. His body now has two kinds of aura, yin and yang.
Half of his body was frighteningly hot, but he still felt very cold.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Xinyan was startled when she saw Lin Yu's face was pale and the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping down.
"Help me...find a quiet place." Lin Yu struggled to squeeze out these words with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hey, where is your home? Don't scare me." Yang Xinyan suddenly became confused.
Just when she was about to help Lin Yu get into the car, Lin Yu's vision suddenly went dark and he threw himself into her arms. He plunged into the plump part of Yang Xinyan's chest with all his might.
"Ah... gangster." Yang Xinyan screamed, instinctively trying to push Lin Yu away, but looking at his painful look, it didn't feel like he did it on purpose.
"You... just hold on, I'll take you to the doctor. My grandfather is a doctor." Yang Xinyan calmed down, pressed the electronic lock of the car, and then used her petite body to drag Lin Yu along.
Drag him to the car.
After helping Lin Yu throw it into the back compartment and fasten his seat belt, Yang Xinyan was already exhausted and dripping with sweat. She didn't even bother to rest, so she hurriedly ran to the cab and started the car.
The most indispensable thing in Jiangnan is Xinglin masters.
Some famous doctors appeared here in ancient times, so even in the modern era when traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, traditional Chinese medicine clinics in Jiangnan City can still be found everywhere.
In particular, there is the Eighth Clinic, which is famous in Jiangnan. Yang Kaiji, also known as the ghost hand, is Yang Xinyan's grandfather. With his unpredictable medical skills, the Eighth Clinic is firmly ranked first among the major clinics in Jiangnan.
"Grandpa, help me..." Yang Xinyan stopped the car, shouted towards the antique clinic, opened the car door, and dragged Lin Yu, who was completely unconscious, out.
"What's going on?" An old man over sixty years old hurriedly walked out of the eighth clinic. He was Yang Kaiji, a master of Xinglin in the Jiangnan traditional Chinese medicine community.
"I don't know. I was fine at first, but now I'm sick." Yang Xinyan said anxiously.
Lin Yu was feeling hot all over, his body temperature was frighteningly high, but he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Yang Kaiji reached out and put his hand on his pulse. He couldn't help being surprised when he touched it. Lin Yu's pulse was very strange. It fluctuated six times in a row, then paused for a while, and then fluctuated again.
"How do you feel now?" Yang Kaiji pressed an acupuncture point on Lin Yu's chest, temporarily waking him up.
"Cold..." Lin Yu's voice was trembling as he spoke.
"Cold? Are you confused by the fever? Your body is obviously very frighteningly hot." Yang Xinyan said speechlessly.
"Liu Fu Jue Mai..." Yang Kaiji finally confirmed his thoughts. When he touched Lin Yu's pulse just now, he felt the abnormality of the pulse, which reminded him of a legendary Jue Mai.
In addition, Lin Yu's symptoms are external heat and internal cold, which is completely consistent with the symptoms of Liufu Juemui.
"What is Liufu Juemei?" Yang Xinyan asked in surprise.
"I don't understand even if I tell you, help him in." Yang Kaiji shook his head, and he and Yang Xinyan helped Lin Yu in.
Putting Lin Yu on the bed in the clinic, Yang Kaiji took out the silver needle and disinfected it with alcohol.
"Yanyan, go to my room and get some ginseng. I want it to be a century old." Yang Kaiji ordered.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Yang Xinyan nodded, turned around and left in a hurry.
Yang Kaiji is known as the ghost hand, and his acupuncture techniques are considered unique in the Jiangnan traditional Chinese medicine community. In fact, there are many traditional Chinese medicine clinics in Jiangnan, and the eight major clinics represent most of the traditional Chinese medicine community in Jiangnan Province. Each of these eight major clinics has its own characteristics.
A unique skill.
After Yang Kaiji had disinfected the poison, he used silver needles to give Lin Yu acupuncture. He started with a slow and steady pace. He selected several key acupuncture points of Lin Yu, inserted the silver needles, and then pulled them out. After a while,
Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes.
"How do you feel now?" Yang Kaiji asked.
"I feel bad, cold..." Although Lin Yu's spirit improved a little, his physical condition did not change much.
He looked at the dozen or so silver needles stabbed into his chest and said with some surprise: "Ghost hand life needle?"
"Do you know Chinese medicine?" Yang Kaiji's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, I understand Chinese medicine." Lin Yu nodded. He felt the chill on his body getting stronger and stronger. He had just felt better and felt a slight trembling all over his body.
"It is said that people with Liufu Juemei cannot live beyond the age of six. I think your age is probably in your early twenties. How did you do it?" Yang Kaiji asked dumbfounded.
"My master is a master of traditional Chinese medicine and has kept me alive since I was a child. That's why I survived, otherwise I would have passed away long ago." Lin Yu smiled, his face getting paler.
"To allow a person with Liufu's unique pulse to live to your age, your master must be a strange person. I don't have a good way to deal with this kind of pulse condition. Do you have any way to save yourself?" Yang Kaiji said.
"Yes, this attack was entirely due to my own carelessness." Lin Yu took out a few golden needles, and his unique crane-tailed golden needles made Yang Kaiji's heart tremble.
This crane-tail needle is extremely delicate and can maximize the effect of acupuncture. As an acupuncture master, he is very fond of needles. This crane-tail needle made Yang Kaiji's eyes ache.
Lin Yu knew the acupuncture points extremely accurately. Even when giving himself acupuncture, the speed with which he applied the needles seemed to be as smooth as he wanted. Sixteen crane-tail needles were inserted into key acupuncture points on his body in a matter of seconds. He inhaled and held his breath, moving his hands slowly.
He said a Taoist formula and closed his eyes slightly.