Chapter 227

"What did your father go through three years ago?" Yehaoxuan asked the young man.

"Three years ago, my father went to the construction site, but a fire broke out at home. My 70 year old grandmother, my mother and my sister all died in the fire." The young man's face darkened.

"So it is." Yehaoxuan nodded thoughtfully.

With his right hand turned over, a dozen needles appeared between his hands. He held his breath and concentrated. His hands were like electricity. In a moment, he stabbed the silver needle into the acupoints on the patient's body.

"Big B Magic Needle..."

On the rostrum, the successors of more than one school, as well as old yuan, all turned pale and stood up together.

"Taiyi magic needle is a long lost Taiyi magic needle." Old yuan's eyes lit up and his voice trembled.

Yehaoxuan's right hand covered the palm with Qi, and then the palm fell down and quickly brushed the silver needle on the patient.

"Brush the needle?" "This is the way to brush the needle," whispered a descendant of the typhoid sect

"It's impossible. Brushing the needle needs Qi to control the needle. The skill is special. The popular Qigong can't meet the requirements of brushing the needle at all," old Liu said quietly.

Yehaoxuan's right hand brushed calmly from the tail of the needle. The tail of each needle shook slightly, and then shook slightly left and right.

Ten minutes passed without stopping.

"It's really a brush needle. It's really a Qi control needle." Old Liu looked shocked and murmured.

After a while, the silver needle, which had been shaking slightly, gradually stopped. Ye haoxuan stretched out his fingers again and bounced slightly at the end of each needle.

"Playing the needle?" The crowd was shocked again. Instead of watching on the stage, they rushed to yehaoxuan and quietly watched yehaoxuan apply the needle.

"Needle twisting method..."

Twenty five minutes passed in the twinkling of an eye. Several old Chinese doctors' eyes shone and stared at ye haoxuan.

They had only seen the needling technique of yehaoxuan in ancient medical books. They never dreamed that a young man would have such high medical attainments in the declining field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Yehaoxuan looked at the time, and then pulled out the needles on the patient one by one.

With his needle pulled out, the patient's eyes were still dull and motionless. It seemed that his heart was dead and he had no nostalgia for this world.

"The living are like passers-by, and the dead are returning. They just live in a different place. They are gone. You should take their unfinished road and live a good life. All living beings have no joy in life and no sorrow in death."

Yehaoxuan said these words in an eloquent way. His voice was not very loud, but it clearly spread to everyone's ears.

His voice echoed in the huge auditorium, as if yehaoxuan were talking in the ears of everyone.

As yehaoxuan said these words, the patient's dull, dim eyes showed a look.

"Life is also... What joy, death is also... What sorrow?" The patient suddenly woke up from a dream, and the magic color in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It was as if he had just awakened from a dream. Under the gaping gaze of the people, he slowly sat up and walked out of bed.

"This sleep... Slept for a long time..." the patient stared at the front, and the figures of his mother, wife and daughter seemed to float in front of him, then smiled at him and left him.

Poof

He spat out a mouthful of blood with black clots in it.

"It's really a heart knot. The blood clot on his heart is a heart knot. Once the heart knot is removed, his illness will be really cured." An old man sighed.

"Hey, I'm old. I'm really old. I'm useless. I can't compare with young people." Another old man also sighed.

They are people from the eight major schools of traditional Chinese medicine all over the country. Their medical skills are incomparable. It is just unexpected that the young yehaoxuan has this skill that makes them feel inferior.

Old yuan slightly saluted ye haoxuan and said, "I've only seen your medical skills in my life. Before I die, I've learned some tricks. I need to consult you more in the future."

Before, old yuan saw that ye haoxuan had an extraordinary bearing. He wanted to cultivate him, but he didn't expect that ye haoxuan's medical skills would be so high.

"Don't dare. Don't beat me up, Mr. Yuan." Yehaoxuan replied with a salute.

"Unexpectedly, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. Young people have such medical skills, and traditional Chinese medicine is promising."

"Hehe, this exchange meeting has not come in vain."

Old Liu looked a little lonely. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his head and said to his accompanying apprentice, "take my medicine box."

"Yes..." a young man went backstage, and a moment later he took a medicine box.

Old Liu took out some necessary things inside and sighed: "I really admire Xiaoyou's medical skills. I'm willing to admit defeat in gambling. The dragon and Phoenix lethal needle is in this medical box. Today, I give it to Xiaoyou together with this medical box. I hope you can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine and recast the brilliance of traditional Chinese medicine."

"Shifu... This medicine chest was given to our ancestors by Emperor Qianlong in those days, and the gold needle is an ancestral thing... How can it..."

Old Liu's apprentice was shocked. Others didn't know the value of the box. Did he know that the box was made of nanmu, which was made by old Liu's father for his meritorious efforts to cure the plague? Emperor Qianlong ordered someone to give it. It was worth a fortune.

Moreover, the gold needle is not comparable to ordinary gold needles. After years of rubbing by countless medical experts, they are contaminated with some medical spirit. How can they give it away so easily.

"Mr. Liu, what he said just now is a joke. These things are of great significance to Mr. Liu. They are no longer worth measuring. I am ashamed to accept them." Yehaoxuan said.

Old Liu waved his hand and said, "all the things in the world are virtuous. Only you can carry forward the original value of your medical skills and ethics. I think my school has not reached the point of using Qi to control the needle. This set of needles, in your hands, will certainly carry forward. I hope you will not live up to our expectations."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Liu." Yehaoxuan salutes old Liu.

Old Liu nodded and handed over the medicine box.

Yehaoxuan respectfully took over the medicine chest and held it high above his head: "I promise I won't insult these things."

Old Liu nodded, and then the nine of them walked on to the stage.

Yehaoxuan turned to the young man: "I'll give you a prescription. You can fill the medicine according to the prescription. You can have an injection three days later. You'll be completely cured."

The young man nodded.

Yehaoxuan turned and walked to the table, wrote down a prescription, and then handed it to the young man: "what's your name?"

"Two dogs..." the young man said in a deep voice.

"Is there a place to live?"

"No."