Chapter 847

"What are the reasons? Why is this happening? " Nanfeng once again put away the gun, cold face came to Suk, and said Suk saw her, the longest sentence.

"Well! This -- "Suk wanted to say, I don't know, but when he saw the south wind, his eyes were aggressive, like if he said no, maybe there would be ten desert Eagles against his head.

It's easy to grow up in adversity, and potential will break out in danger. Suk suddenly feels an idea in his mind. It's like the golden silkworm poison that he's joking with Bai Xue. He blurts it out.

"According to this situation, it is very likely that the poisoning directly destroyed the balance of trace elements in the body, a large amount of calcium and phosphorus loss, and even other hazards. At present, I can't say it accurately."

"Oh?" This time, even the skinny uncle Tian was a little surprised, like a big hand like a dead tree branch, subconsciously rubbing his bald head, like talking to himself, like praising Suk: "it's a bit interesting! It's a little interesting [

"do you have any way to detoxify?"

"NIMA! I'm scared to death Suk felt that his heart beat faster and almost jumped out of his throat. Fortunately, his psychological quality was much stronger than that of ordinary people. When he put it on someone, he would panic at the appearance of these ghosts.

Nanfeng and Leng Tianbing are in the hall on the first floor. Not to mention this, but there are three more people in front of them. Two men and one woman, a man of medium height, a camouflage suit, straight short hair, and an obvious scar on his left cheek.

This scar is almost connected to the corner of the mouth from the ear. The black and red scar looks very old. Although it is a straight line, it naturally appears a curved shape after the scar is healed, like a centipede lying on the face.

Another man is more normal, partial hair style, with a pair of black glasses, white shirt, black trousers, clothes clean, appears gentle, very elegant, with a strong scholarly atmosphere.

The woman in front of him was the most astonishing. She was the same height as herself. She was dressed in black clothes and trousers, and even wore a metal half mask on her head. She only showed half of her face below her nostrils, but her face was pale and her lips were bloodless.

But this is not the point, but her black tight T-shirt, the left side of her abdomen was cut a big cut, about 10 cm long fresh wounds, like just stitched, flesh everted, blood is not dry, shocking.

A total of five people, not to mention Li Da, who was in a daze, but also two guards outside the door, were closely around Suk. They were even more nervous than Suk himself.

The air seems to be frozen, so that people can breathe normally. Suk subconsciously stepped back and almost met the uncle Tian sitting on the sofa. Feeling embarrassed, he raised his hand and rubbed his nose. He tentatively asked, "that's what I said?"

"Less nonsense, can it detoxify?" Nanfeng came forward again and pressed Suk tightly. Suk could even feel her breathing more and more quickly, even her body trembled slightly because of emotional tension.

Suk wondered if he would be able to leave here alive if he had given a negative answer. All of the five men were skilled. Looking back, when the two men and one woman suddenly appeared, he seemed to hear the sound of the door opening on the second floor and the friction between air and clothes, but it was very short.

If you use the method of flying over the eaves and walking over the wall, you may be able to achieve this effect, but when you are ready, the three people can't have been ready for a long time.

"Hoo Suk took a taste and breathed out a breath to calm his mood. After wandering for a while, the strength of Taoist twelve section brocade did not feel as confused as before: "I think I need to number the pulse first!"

Suk is proficient in the basic theory of traditional Chinese medicine. Although it's only theory, he's still very pompous. Otherwise, he won't say that. In fact, he knows that the pulse is just a cover up. It's better to muddle through.

"Uncle Tian!"

These five people can't control uncle Tian's decision, but their eager eyes and sincere voice make the old man who looks like a skeleton. He smiles a little, and all the wrinkles on his face move. Although it's a bit awkward, it doesn't matter after a long time: "OK! No pulse, no pulse! "

Suk is on the hook now. He has to get his hair, and if he doesn't get it, he has to get it. Fortunately, he is in a stable mood now. He squats down and asks uncle Tian to put his arm on the armrest of the sofa.

The left index finger, middle finger and famous finger were put on Uncle Tian's wrist, and the three parts of the size pass were cut directly. At first, the pulse was taken, and the pulse was gentle and powerful. The middle muscle still had no different feeling. It was only when the deep force was pressed to the muscles and bones that it finally got.

Of course, due to sukkung's theory and intermediate mastery of acupuncture, it's not realistic to really get any useful information, but the brain is running at a high speed, acupuncture is broad and profound, and acupuncture according to the symptoms has many miraculous effects. Maybe we can really find a solution. [Suk didn't say a word. He cut his pulse and became calm. Affected by his momentum, it seemed that the atmosphere became very quiet. Everyone was nervous and carefully staring at him. Even Lida couldn't help but move forward.

With this press, more than ten minutes after Suk stopped, Suk decided by feeling that all kinds of glands in Uncle Tian's body had different degrees of problems. The pancreas, pineal gland and even the drooping gland had even gone wrong, but his level was limited, so he didn't dare to make a rash judgment.

However, through his pulse, Suk found that this seemingly dying old man seemed to have a strong force in his body, which had been suppressing or resisting the development of this disease, and there was a tendency to put that strange toxin B into his palm.

"How's it going?" Seeing that Suk took back her hand, the woman with the mask couldn't help but ask. After a while, the wound on her lower abdomen has begun to seep blood, and the black tight T-shirt is still black and red.

"Do you have needles?" Suk bit his teeth. No matter what, since he could find some ways, he would try to cure the disease. Moreover, seeing an old man like this, thin and skinny, he really felt pitiful.

It is said that the parents of doctors are not doctors, but they have medical skills, and naturally they hold the attitude of treating the disease and saving others.

"Yes! Wait a minute! " Just as the mask woman turned around, she was stopped by the gentle man with eyes: "black rain, don't move, I'll get it!"