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As soon as these words came out, Cang Ming's expression suddenly softened a lot.
While sighing about how terrible the younger generation is, Cang Ming suddenly realized that he had lost to a little girl, and his old face suddenly drooped.
He cleared his throat, pointed at the other man and said, "What about this patient? He is suffering from wind disease. Judging from his current symptoms, he is probably not far from paralysis. I'm afraid your prescription is I can’t cure his disease.”
"The wind disease is actually a type of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease. People suffering from this disease are dizzy, unable to speak, have difficulty walking, and often faint. In severe cases, the whole body is paralyzed and unable to move. If you want to rely on decoction to completely cure the disease, It is definitely not a long-term solution, so my prescription is used in conjunction with the subsequent treatment.”
Yu Qingzhi took out the needle pack from her arms and ordered without raising her head, "Take off his shirt and prepare some burning knives."
Hearing her repeated words, Mo Yan quickly went up and pulled off the man's shirt, and Zi Yuan also quickly brought the white wine.
Yu Qingzhi threw the silver needle into the wine and soaked it. She walked behind the man on her short legs. Looking at the man's tall body, the little girl frowned.
Zi Su is quite discerning. Seeing that Yu Qingzhi seemed to be unable to reach the man's head, she quickly moved the stool and placed it behind the man.
Yu Qingzhi gave Zisu an appreciative look and used her strength to stand on the stool.
In order to prevent Yu Qingzhi from falling off the stool, Zi Su did not step aside, but protected her from left to right with Zi Yuan.
Zi Yuan took out the silver needles soaked in white wine one by one and put them on a clean needle bag for the convenience of her lady.
Yu Qingzhi moved the needle up and down, giving the man the needle without any hesitation, focusing all her attention on her hand.
At this moment, everyone’s attention was attracted by Yu Qingzhi, and no one noticed Cang Ming’s expression.
He stared at Yu Qingzhi's fingertips intently, and he was excited to see the silver needles.
This is acupuncture!
The legendary long-lost acupuncture technique
The person performing the acupuncture in front of me is a child over five years old, but it is absolutely impossible for him to be so proficient in acupuncture in the past ten or eight years.
Cang Ming looked at Yu Qingzhi, whose age and skill level were clearly out of contrast, with a more probing look in her eyes.
However, no matter how many questions he had in his mind, they could not stop his curiosity about acupuncture. In order to see it more clearly, Cang Ming stood up and moved closer. Even Luan Jing, who was standing beside him, also followed him up to watch.
Half an hour later, Yu Qingzhi saw that the time was almost up, and then took out the silver needles one by one in the reverse order of the needle insertion, and then threw them into new white wine to soak.
"Uncle, can you tell me how you feel now?"
She jumped down from the stool, feeling the man's pulse and asking about his condition.
"Good, it seems good, much betterI can see with my eyes, and I can see more clearly!" The man felt his changes carefully, and felt that his head was clear and his vision was much clearer.
"Do you have strong hands and feet? Stand up and try to walk around."
Yu Qingzhi withdrew her hand and said to the man.
The man nodded when he heard this, and slowly stood up holding the chair as usual.
He opened his feet and took the first step carefully, then the second step, the third step
When he was sure that he was no longer so dizzy, the man walked back and forth a few more steps. Although his legs and feet were still a little awkward, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he had obviously walked much more smoothly since he first came here. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com