Chapter 849

The needles used in Suk acupuncture are silver needles. Although science and technology are changing with each passing day, acupuncture needles are constantly emerging, and most of them are replaced by stainless steel needles. There are many kinds of electromagnetic needles, electrostatic needles, and far-infrared needles. However, it is the silver needles handed down from the ancestors that complement acupuncture most.

Uncle Tian clearly felt that there seemed to be two forces entangled in his palm, but his body's own strength penetrated into it, let alone helping.

Suk would fall down at any time, his body was crumbling, his face turned pale, the sweat on his forehead was like a stream winding down the temples, and his right arm began to tremble obviously.

Everyone is watching Suk's movements closely, but they don't know what to do at all. If they help Suk, not only his previous achievements will be wasted, but also his body will be affected. Of course, in their hearts, it is obvious that the latter is the most important thing.

Uncle Tian can feel the change of the mass of toxin that he pressed into his palm, but this change is very small, but even if there is a slightest movement, his heart will be agitated. After nearly 15 years of trouble, if he has long been hopeless about detoxification, he may be a little pessimistic. [

but it is true that in 15 years, I have tried every means to prevent the spread of this toxin. A strong man has gradually become a skeleton man, and even the emaciation trend that can be caught by the naked eye once made him unable to face himself.

Looking in the mirror, it's like hell. What a torment it is. However, he is the handle of the sixth national security office and the sea god needle of the Chinese dragon soul. His body can collapse, but his spirit can never collapse.

In recent years, it seems that he has gradually adjusted his state. For the interpretation of this matter, he holds the attitude of getting my luck and losing my life, not sad or happy, gujingbo.

When he found that Suk seemed to be unable to grasp the power, the agitation of his heart quickly turned into light ripples. At last, there were only a few empty sighs, how many times he was full of hope and how many times he faced the reality. It seemed that this time he had more hope and more disappointment.

"Sue --!" Uncle Tian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be alive. As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that Suk's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were dim, as if he had been hurt. Then he saw that the young boy's right arm was raised fiercely, and the silver needle came out of the acupoint.

Suk uses the midnight noon flow column needling method, which is combined with

uncle Tian looks at the eye of the needle on Shangyang acupoint of his index finger, which is invisible to the naked eye. It seems that there is still a little bit of black substance left, and the mass of toxin in the palm, which is the size of a nail cap, has been reduced by one third.

However, the removal of one third of the toxins has made him feel a glimmer of hope. If he can concentrate all the toxins in his body on his palm, can he get rid of them all? If you can, can you return to the state of heyday?

I've been looking for medicine by myself, and I've seen a great hand of Chinese medicine. I don't know how to do it. But who could have thought that in such a coincidence, a hairy boy lit a light of hope. Thinking of this, uncle Tian subconsciously took a look at Suk, who was held in his arms by the man with scar on his face.

Suk's face is like gold paper. The sweat on his forehead makes his hair wet, even like dew, dripping down the tip of his hair. His eyes are closed, and his breath is slightly weak, but still gentle.

"Dao Lang, send him upstairs to rest!"