Chapter 85

"Mr. Su, what can I do for you? At the beginning, Dr. Li left my father's case observation hugs. Do you want me to bring them? " Zhang Fengnian said respectfully.

"Don't look at any cases. For others, your father's illness may be incurable. For me, it's just a small lift." Sulo said calmly.

It's true that Mr. Zhang's stagnant Qi will soon die. For other doctors, it may be more difficult to resolve the stagnant Qi than to ascend to heaven, but it's not difficult for him.

It's not a legend, it's a fact.

Give me a hand!

Hearing Su Luo's words, the corners of everyone's mouth could not help twitching twice. Isn't this guy really a charlatan?

Even the first master of Xinglin Li Yuankai's helpless disease, in Suluo's mouth is just a little help, do you want to be so rampant.

Since ancient times, it has been thought that literature is no first and martial arts no second. Are you not afraid to pass on these words and be laughed off?

Zhang Fengnian heard this, the corners of his mouth could not help twitching twice, and asked: "Mr. Su, are you sure you don't need to make any preparation?"

Zhang Fengnian can't help being careless. He can't be more clear about how serious his illness is. He can't describe it in four words: extremely ill.

He invited Suluo to treat Mr. Zhang. He was completely ready to fight a protracted war.

But now Suluo tells him that Zhang's illness is just a matter of lifting a finger. The implication is not that Zhang's illness can be solved easily. How can people believe that.

Su Luo glanced at Zhang Fengnian and said faintly, "I will not fail. As long as I want to save him, Yama can't take him away."

The tone is flat, but with unprecedented confidence.

"If there's no other doubt, we'll start treatment now."

With that, a black cloth bag appeared in Suluo's hand.

Among the bags, silver needles were shining brightly.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned again, almost doubting what they heard.

They had seen Li Yuankai do it with their own eyes. They saw Li Yuankai do it, looked at it, heard it, asked it, and used all the methods of traditional Chinese medicine. Finally, they combined acupuncture and moxibustion to give Mr. Zhang another month.

Now Suluo doesn't even look at it. She's ready for acupuncture. Do you want to play like this?

"Mr. Su, don't you number my father first?"

Zhang Fengnian felt that he was about to faint. He had never seen or heard of such a fierce way of treating diseases.

If Xu didn't tell him again and again that Suluo is the descendant of Xuanmen Du Er needle, and has the magical medical skills of curing the dead and bones, he would have let people beat him out as a liar.

"No, it's just a little bit of a disease. It's not so much trouble."

"Then ask Mr. Su to do it." Zhang Fengnian took a deep breath and said respectfully to Su Luo.

"Dad..."

Zhang Manjing was very nervous when she saw this scene.

How did she not expect that her father actually agreed to Suluo's mess, and what if she killed her grandfather.

"Shut up."

Zhang Fengnian glared at Zhang Manjing and said, "Mr. Su, please don't bother me."

Zhang Manjing pursed her lips and kept silent.

Other Zhangjia people are also afraid to speak, eyes staring at Suluo.

Sulo did not speak, holding the edge of the black cloth bag and shaking slightly.

The black cloth bag unfolded out of thin air.

"Brush!"

If his wrist shakes again, a few silver needles seem to be controlled by an invisible force. They spring up from the cloth bag and float in front of solo.

"Zhongfu acupoint."

With a flick of his fingers, a silver needle was as fast as lightning, and a flash of "brush" stabbed Zhongfu.

"Shenting acupoint!"

Brush.

Another silver needle was punctured at shenting point.

"Central point!"

"Danzhong acupoint!"

"Jiuwei acupoint!"

“……。”

The silver needles seemed to be held in the air by a pair of invisible palms. Whenever Suluo's voice sounded, a burst of silver needles would turn into a streamer and pierce into the corresponding acupoints, exactly. And a genuine Qi blasted into Zhang's body to disperse the stagnant dead Qi.

One by one, a silver needle keeps falling.

In a short time, Mr. Zhang's body has been pierced with more than ten silver needles of different depths.

The faces of all the Zhangjia people around, including Zhang Fengnian, were incredible.

They once had the honor to see Li Yuankai give Mr. Zhang acupuncture, which is not as easy as Su Luo's. every needle has been carefully considered, and the needle is very slow, for fear of accidentally puncturing the wrong acupoint.When he gave Mr. Zhang more than a dozen injections, Li Yuankai's whole body seemed to be in vain, sweating profusely, as if he had been through a century. How could he be as easy as Suluo's freehand brushwork? It was totally beyond their imagination.

Seeing this scene, everyone has a sense of a sudden realization. No wonder Zhang Fengnian has a great respect for Su Luo. This fancy needling technique alone is enough to make people believe that he is an expert in the apricot forest.

Zhang Manjing stood by and looked at the scene. Her eyes widened and her heart was filled with shock. Is this the proud capital of this guy?

How to control the silver needle?

Control the silver needle to follow their own command to fall, stab into the acupoints exactly?

How on earth did he do it?

Does Suluo's medical skill really surpass Li Yuankai's?

Why did he come from a nameless place and be a loser?

One by one, problems emerge from Zhang Manjing's heart.

She covered her red lips and did not dare to make any sound.

However, Suluo's shadow suddenly became mysterious in her heart, which shocked Zhang Manjing's heart and made people have an impulse to understand him.

He Who is he? He is a famous waste of Zhonghai. In addition to his cultivation, he also has such superb medical skills.

Any one of them can attract people's attention. Why is he willing to be a waste for three years?

Suluo didn't pay attention to the eyes around him and devoted himself to Xuanmen Du Er needle.

Nine needles go through Xuanmen, nine needles determine life and death.

In the blink of an eye, eighteen silver needles spread from head to tail.

After all this, Suluo took a slight breath, slowly raised his hand, in everyone's eyes, at the top of the silver needle, a flick.

"Ding!"

A circle of invisible shock force spread, the silver needle swayed slightly, and formed a chain reaction in a short time, the other silver needles swayed slightly in this moment.

With the shaking of the silver needle, at the end of the silver needle, a trace of black blood seeps out, with a strong pungent odor, it looks particularly shocking.

"This Is this the legendary pinprick percussion, which has long been lost? I didn't expect that he really existed. I didn't expect that God was very kind to me. He not only let me see the Xuanmen Du Er needle, but also let me see the legendary pinprick knocking method. I'm dead with no regrets. "

At this time, an old voice in the room, the voice is very light, but can not hide the shock in the tone.