Zhang Xiaotian smiled and said calmly: "I'm just a country boy, I don't have a master, I'm self-taught!"
If I have to name one master, it would be the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing.
But who would believe it?
Obviously, Mr. Wei and Han Daoming did not believe that without a master, it would be impossible to enter the traditional Chinese medicine profession.
Moreover, the other party's level of Chinese medicine is obviously quite high. Without the guidance of the master, it would be impossible to reach this level.
The two of them knew in their hearts that the other party just didn't want to reveal his inheritance, so it was probably an excuse.
"Old Wei, Old Han, you two don't embarrass Xiaotian. We'll see if it helps you later. Okay, let's go in." Song Xuanyu stood up and said.
Mu Gan's expression also changed at this time. Seeing that the Medical Immortal Song Xuanyu was protecting Zhang Xiaotian, he suddenly became a little expectant.
There is also some hope in my heart, maybe this kid can really cure his father's disease.
"Three gentlemen, please come inside. The old man has been waiting inside for a long time." Mu Gan said.
After entering the room, Mr. Wei looked back at Zhang Xiaotian and said, "I really don't understand that Song Xuanyu thinks so highly of you. Just hope you don't disappoint me..."
Zhang Xiaotian smiled and said calmly: "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for reminding me. I will definitely do my best."
Later, Zhang Xiaotian also walked into Mr. Mu's room.
Song Xuanyu, Wei Xianxian, and Han Daoming stood next to Mr. Mu, while the Mu family also stood aside, and they all looked at Zhang Xiaotian.
In the past, if so many big people looked at him, he would be nervous, but now, Zhang Xiaotian didn't seem to feel half of it, and his face was indifferent.
After the last treatment, Mr. Mu’s complexion looks very good.
He smiled and said: "Xiaotian, let's get started."
Zhang Xiaotian nodded and took out the Black Ice Fire Needle.
He could feel that Mr. Mu's complexion had improved a lot after the last acupuncture.
"Grandpa Mu, I'm starting." Zhang Xiaotian said.
"Come on." Mr. Mu smiled.
"It's really impossible for this kid to cure Mr. Mu." Wei Xianxian whispered from the side.
Song Xuanyu looked at him, showed a meaningful smile, and said with a smile: "Old Wei, do you want us to make a bet?"
"A bet?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Wei suddenly became interested and said, "Old Song, how do you bet? What do you want to bet on?"
"It's very simple. Let's bet on whether Zhang Xiaotian can cure Mr. Mu. If he can't cure Mr. Mu's disease, I will give you the "Classics of Medicine" that I have treasured for many years. If you tell me, you will give your Give me three ancient medical books." Song Xuanyu smiled.
Mr. Wei fell into deep thought, finally looked at Zhang Xiaotian, and immediately said, "I'll just bet with you. Am I still afraid of you?"
Han Daoming stood aside and just shook his head, thinking that Mr. Wei was still too impulsive. Song Xuanyu was famous for being cunning. How could he bet you if he was not sure?
"Old Han, do you want to join us?" Song Xuanyu asked with a smile.
Naturally, Han Daoming was not fooled, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Old Song, you also know my family background, why should I bet with you?"
"Didn't you get an ancient book on Chinese medicine? That one will work too?" Song Xuanyu said.
When Han Daoming heard this, he immediately said: "No, no, you just have fun gambling. I don't like gambling."
Seeing that Han Daoming was not fooled, Song Xuanyu had no choice but to forget it. Originally, he wanted to trick him too, but it seemed that he couldn't.
He knew Zhang Xiaotian's methods better than anyone else. At the Nanshan Martyrs' Tomb, he could see Zhang Xiaotian's actions with his own eyes.
Therefore, he had no doubt that Zhang Xiaotian could cure Mr. Mu.
Betting with Mr. Wei is a sure thing.
Mr. Mu took off his shirt, revealing his scarred body.
Zhang Xiaotian took out a silver needle. The silver needle suddenly vibrated in his hand and shone with silver light.
"Silver needles have magic power!"
As soon as the line takes action, you will know if there is one!
When Xian Wei and Han Daoming saw this, their jaws dropped and their mouths opened wide, dumbfounded.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
They are now exactly the same as Song Xuanyu when he saw Silver Needle.
Song Xuanyu glanced at them and smiled, feeling that these two people were making a fuss.
Zhang Xiaotian did not stop because of their surprise, and continued the movements of his hands. His movements were very flexible and graceful, and it seemed as if acupuncture should be done like this, and anything else was a mistake.
He didn't even look, and accurately inserted it into Mr. Mu's acupuncture point.
Then without stopping at all, the second silver needle pricked, and then the third silver needle...
Wei Xianxian and Han Daoming looked at it and secretly sighed. This speed was too fast, and it was also so accurate.
Soon, nine silver needles were pierced into Mr. Mu's body.
"Good acupuncture!" Han Daoming's eyes flashed, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
Mr. Wei's expression was so different from his.
Song Xuanyu was neither sad nor happy, and smiled and said: "What's the big deal? He is a person who can achieve the ninety-nine points of the universe."
"What?" Wei Xianzi and Han Daoming both exclaimed, "Nine needles of the universe, the ninth needle? Nine and nine return to one?"
The three of them are all Taishan Beidou in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, but they all have their own specialties.
And what he, Mr. Wei, is best at is acupuncture. He can perform the eighth of the nine needles of the universe, which belongs to the realm of an imperial physician.
Hearing Song Xuanyu's words, he was the most shocked.
"Why did I lie to you?" Song Xuanyu asked angrily.
Mr. Wei glanced at Zhang Xiaotian, then looked at Song Xuanyu, and said angrily: "Old man Song, you are trying to trick me!"
Thinking of the bet with Song Xuanyu, he immediately knew that he had been cheated.
"What do you mean, you're cheating? You don't believe in Mr. Zhang's medical skills. What does it have to do with me?" Song Xuanyu said with a smile, "But this is just the beginning. You haven't lost yet."
Mr. Wei snorted coldly, ignored him, and looked at Zhang Xiaotian intently.
Zhang Xiaotian immediately rotated the silver needle, and the internal energy in his body was continuously input into Mu Lao's body, dissolving the stubborn coldness in Mu Lao's body.
After spinning nine needles, Zhang Xiaotian's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.
At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and then retracted the needle.
The body couldn't help but staggered.
As expected, he is now being treated with silver needles, but he is a little reluctant, mainly because his internal energy is still too low.
Seeing this, Mu Qiudi hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhang Xiaotian and asked, "Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"
Zhang Xiaotian felt a refreshing fragrance, shook his head and said: "It's okay, I'm just a little out of touch, just take a rest and it'll be fine."
Although he has been cultivating inner energy, inner energy cannot be achieved overnight.
This time it was even worse than last time, and the internal energy in the body was even more exhausted.
However, seeing how much better Mr. Mu is, he also feels that everything is worth it.
Mr. Mu got off the bed. His face looked much better than before, and the livid color on his face had reduced a lot.
At this time, he looks more than ten years younger.
"Hahaha, I feel now that I can live another ten or twenty years with my old bones." Mr. Mu was happy.
"Old man, looking at your complexion, there is no problem in living to be a hundred years old." Mushan became happy when he saw the old man like this.
I thought to myself, I didn’t expect this kid to be really capable!