Roberto slept very soundly all night after acupuncture. He didn't even turn over during the night. When he woke up on time, he felt like he was reborn. His whole body was extremely relaxed and full of energy.
He looked in the mirror and suddenly found that his skin had improved a lot, a few light age spots had disappeared, his face was glowing red, and he looked at least five years younger.
In an instant, Roberto was full of energy. He put on his training clothes and went to exercise. After the morning exercise, he returned to the building. When he met the workers who had gotten up early, he was surprised to see the change in his energy.
Milo came back from morning exercise and washed himself downstairs. When his godfather came back, he noticed that his godfather's mental outlook had changed drastically. He was very happy, took pictures, and sent them to Oscar's brother in America.
The cheerful Roberto looked like he was seeing a little angel when he saw the cute little girl. His eyes were full of tenderness and love. When he drank the medicine after a meal, he drank it like soup.
Just after eight o'clock in the morning, the Ferrari father and son also arrived at the manor. They still had two Ferrari cars and two fewer bodyguards than yesterday.
Alessandro saw the huge transformation that took place in Roberto's spirit and skin overnight. He was so surprised that he exclaimed "Oh God, Virgin Mary" and "What a miracle". He expressed his admiration for the little Oriental doctor.
He has reached a new level again and is full of confidence in his child's recovery.
Classmate Le didn't waste any time. He connected the power of the induction cooker in the pharmacy room, put a large pot of medicinal soup on it, and asked the handsome Milo to bring Amedeo into the room, strip him down to only his underpants, and put it on him.
Apply a layer of concoction, insert dozens of needles into his face and chest, feed him two pills to swallow, and ask Milo to throw the young man into the pot to soak.
After being stripped of all his clothes, Amedeo screamed angrily and shouted angrily that he wanted to fight Milo. When medicine was applied on him, he was so ashamed that he stopped yelling. He was stabbed with more than a dozen needles and became completely honest.
When he heard that he was going to be thrown into a cylindrical barrel-shaped pot, he danced and shouted: "No, brother Milo, don't listen to her, don't throw me into the pot."
Milo smiled brightly and picked up Amedeo, as easily as an eagle picking up a chicken. He smiled secretly, brat, he was not satisfied even after enjoying the treatment of Xiao Lele touching his whole body. He was very kind without making soup.
La, I don’t want to get into the pot, I’m just dreaming.
Roberto and Alessandro originally followed to see what kind of treatment there was, but when they saw the little girl throwing Amedeo into the pot to "stew" them, they were secretly shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.
Milo threw the person into the pot and ran to watch the young man stew.
After being thrown into a 60-centimeter-high round cauldron, Amedeo looked pitifully at the oriental girl: "Will I be cooked?"
"After it is cooked, add some seasonings to make a pot of human meat soup. Unfortunately, there are no truffles. If there are truffles, throw two truffles into the stew. It will definitely taste more delicious."
"Ah, my meat doesn't taste good, and my soup won't taste good either."
"It tastes good when it's cooked. Whether the meat tastes good or not all depends on the seasonings. Just be patient and don't move too much. I'll add some spice leaves." Le Yun said with a smile on her face, grabbing a handful from a basket and chopping them up.
Throw the plant leaves into the pot, and then pour in a bowl of crushed medicinal residue.
The little girl was teasing little Amedeo, and Roberto laughed heartily, went out and dragged two chairs into the room, and watched the handsome man with his old man.
Alessandro was a little nervous, but he didn't panic. He watched calmly and with his own eyes as the little girl used his child as food to make soup.
"I was wrong. I won't fight you. Stop boiling it. The water is too hot." Amedeo grabbed the edge of the pot with both hands. Only his head was exposed in the water. Big drops of sweat fell from his eyebrows, nose, chin and cheeks.
There were several needles stuck on it, and they were trembling.
"The water temperature is more than 60 degrees and less than 70 degrees. Don't move around. If you move around, you will miss the needle and ruin your handsome face. You will have to spend money on plastic surgery."
"No, the water is very hot. It's going to burn my legs."
"You brat, you don't have any feeling in your calves. How can you feel that your feet and legs are hot?"
"I can't feel my legs, but I can feel my heart."
"Your neurasthenia is related to heart function. Your feeling of being hot is an illusion."
"I can feel it on my hands too. The walls of the barrel are hot."
"You have also lost part of the nerves in your hands. It's all an illusion. Don't make excuses. Be honest and take a bath in the artificial hot spring. If you cooperate well, you will be rewarded with a delicious bread at noon."
"One is too few, get four."
"We're still negotiating terms, but we won't give anything."
"How can there be such a person? You can't live without credibility."
"I am a minor. I am saying that you will be rewarded only if you cooperate with the treatment. Negotiate terms with me. If I don't beat you, it is the greatest tolerance."
"You are so bad. Brother Milo is better. Brother Milo is very gentle."
"..." Milo, who was innocently lying on the gun, looked at the air, be careful not to drag him into the battlefield, he was just watching the show.
"I think Milo is gentle. You should try to be a good boy like Milo. You see, he never yells about who he wants to duel with."
He always got yelled at, and Amedeo babbled and didn't say anything. Within five minutes, he yelled for hot water again, but the little girl ignored him. Five minutes later, he screamed again.
Classmate Le couldn't be more calm. He threw plant leaves into the pot, added the concoction, simmered for about ten minutes, and then poured a bowl of water over the young man's head.
After boiling for about half an hour, hot steam rose from the bucket. Amedeo screamed and tried to get up, but was pushed back into the water. The heat made him whine, and Alessandro felt distressed.
I kept twitching, and no matter how distressed I was, I didn’t stop.
No matter how pitiful the young man screamed, Mr. Le Xiao didn't even blink an eyebrow. He just cut off the power, held the young man in the water and soaked it for half an hour. He then lifted it up and stuck a few needles in it, then threw it into the pot and soaked it until the water temperature was stable.
Once it has dropped, heat it again, turn off the power again when it reaches a certain height, insert the needle again, and cook again.
Amedeo was lifted up and put down again and again, cooked again and again, until Barra became exhausted from the torture. Even if he was pinched, he would just roll his eyes and not call for a duel.
The steaming treatment lasted until 11:30. The little Loli took the young man out and put him into a big basin, applied medicine to him, and took out the needle. The young man was scalded with water until his whole body was red. After applying medicine and cooling for ten minutes, the redness faded away.
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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Alejandro put on the child's clothes and wiped his ears, he found that the child's crooked face was no longer crooked, and he looked handsome and charming. He shouted happily: "Baby"
, your face has recovered."
Roberto looked closely and was extremely surprised: "Ah, Amedeo is so handsome like this."
Amedeo touched his face, and his blue eyes lit up like torches: "My lovely doctor, when will you leave me in the pot to make soup again?"
"I'm not considering making soup with you at the moment. I haven't drunk the human flesh soup. I've been listening to you screaming for a long time, and my ears are full." He has been making trouble in the pot for a long time, and now he wants to get into the pot again. Is his brain flooded? Le Yun
Rolling his eyes, he went back to his room to change his clothes that were soaked by the medicine soup.
Amedeo smiled shyly, and the four bodyguards of the Ferrari family witnessed the miracle with their own eyes and were once again in awe of the ancient oriental medical skills.
Alessandro took the child to the living room with surprise in his arms. In fact, when it came to the Oriental girl recommended by his old friend, he was originally treating a dead horse as a living horse. He would give it a try no matter what.
When the girl was still childish, she had a little suspicion, suspecting that the girl's medical skills were not as superb as the Chinese noble circles said privately, and could bring the dead back to life.
When the girl told her about her child's condition, all doubts about her disappeared, and she made an extremely firm decision to hand over the child to the girl. No matter what, there was at least a glimmer of hope.
I originally thought that it would be great to be able to restore the child's fertility, but later I understood from the girl's words that there was hope that his child could grow back to normal and stand up, and I was extremely looking forward to it.
The little Oriental girl's first steaming acupuncture treatment cured Amedeo's crooked face. Alessandro's expectation for the child's complete recovery rose from 50% to 100%.
Roberto was no less happy than the Ferraris. He recommended the doctor to Alessandro, and Amedeo was able to receive effective treatment, which proved that the person he recommended was right.
The host and guest had lunch happily. Milo and the children packed the finally cold medicine into medical infusion bags and some bottles, put some in the manor's refrigerator, and took some to dig truffles.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, we packed up our luggage and set off to the Tuscan town where white truffles are produced. Enzo went to take care of the old gentleman and shared a car with the old gentleman. It was more convenient to have a car of our own, so we could go shopping or come back to pick up things;
Luo drove his children.
The Ferrari father and son took their family car and set off in a team of four cars.
Roberto and Alessandro also wanted the girl to see the scenery, so the convoy walked while enjoying the scenery, and drove for more than three hours to the town of Tuscany, which is famous for its white truffles.
Tuscany is a large region in Italy. Its capital is Florence. There are countless small towns in the region, all of which are Tuscan towns. The town that is really called Tuscany is of course the town that produces the most white truffles and the highest quality.
Nice town.
The town is a very old town, with churches and buildings. The buildings retain their old style, ancient and elegant. The town has a high forest coverage rate. Because truffles are inseparable from oak trees, you can see large swathes of beech and oak trees everywhere.
Waiting for the woods, there is a continuous forest in the distance.
Roberto and Milo booked their accommodation early. They would not stay in a hotel or residence in the town, but in a castle outside the town. The castle had vineyards, farms and pastures.
Farms and pastures with oak trees are also one of the places to dig truffles. Many ranches and castle owners welcome guests every year when digging for truffles. There is a fee for digging truffles, which is US$10,000 for three days, US$20,000 for seven days, or
Ten thousand euros covers a few days, and many tourists often pay a few hundred euros to experience it for a half day.
Therefore, the owner of an oak forest farm and ranch can earn two to three hundred thousand US dollars every year just by charging fees for digging truffles, making a lot of money.
The castle has an ancient history and has an obelisk. The architecture is simple and elegant, yet elegant and refined, reflecting the profound cultural and artistic beauty of the Renaissance.
Roberto dug truffles to accompany the Oriental guests to stay peacefully and reserved a guest room in the castle. Now, Alessandro Ferrari has reserved it. His men have arrived at the castle in the morning to check in with the owner.
After completing the formalities, most of the luggage arrived first.
