"Good uncle Wan, good doctor brother." The girl said hello.
Wan Dong's constipation on his face, "Yan'er, I've told you many times. It's called Wan Ge! You see, I'm only in my thirties. You call me old when I'm not old. "
"But you are really old. You see you are standing with the elder brother of the miracle doctor. You let my grandfather have a look. Is that too different?"
"Mm-hmm, my Yan'er is right. I said Wan laodi, you are also a big boss. How can you make yourself so old?" Old man Yan laughed.
"It's a good thing to say that it's not the picture in your hand. Good guy, since I saw your painting, I can't eat well and I can't sleep. I've been working hard these months. " Wan Dong was very clever and took the opportunity to mention Tang Bohu's painting.
"Well, boy, don't follow me around the corner. Old man, I'll leave my words here today. If the little miracle doctor can really cure my granddaughter's legs, old man, I'll not only give the little miracle doctor 100 million yuan for his illness, but also take the 800 million yuan painting! "
Hearing 800 million yuan, Wan Dong swallowed a mouthful of super loud saliva. His excited voice trembled slightly. "Old man Yan, do you mean what you say?"
"Bullshit! I have never regretted a word in my life
"Oh, dear little brother, what are you waiting for! For my brother's sake, please do it now. "
Looking at the excited Wandong who is about to turn into a wolf, Yang Xingchen can't help laughing. I really don't know how these people are so addicted to these things.
He smiles and says to Yan'er in the wheelchair, "Yan'er, give me your left hand."
"Oh, good." Yan'er outstretched her white wrist.
After a little pulse, Yang Xingchen knew the cause of the disease. "Yan'er, before you were paralyzed, did you often suffer from dysmenorrhea, and did your joints hurt from time to time? What's more, when you are sleeping, you still have sudden cramps from time to time, and the frequency of cramps is getting higher and higher? Do you feel the tingling in the back of your brain now and then? "
"Yes, yes, brother miracle doctor, you are really a god! Every time the doctor asked me about my condition, but you told me my symptoms. It's God Yan Yan is surprised to stare at a pair of beautiful big eyes, delicate baby face clearly write a big dress words.
"Hey, most of the doctors you see are western medicine, right? They will not feel the pulse, of course, can only take the initiative to ask you. Well, in half an hour, not only can you stretch your legs freely, but also I can cure your dysmenorrhea and cramps
Yang Xingchen took out nine filiform needles from the ring space and said with a smile to Yan'er, "Yan'er, lie flat."
"Oh," Yan'er gently lay down with the help of Feng's mother. Then he said to Wan Dong, who was still standing on one side, "Uncle Wan, you turn around. I'm going to lift up my clothes and let my elder brother, the miracle doctor, prick the needle."
"No, I don't want a needle. I don't want to lift my clothes." As he spoke, the needle in his hand had been pierced.
No one in the room can see the track of his needle. He just feels that his eyes are dazzled, and Yan'er's navel is full of needles.
Then Yang Xingchen flicked on each silver needle, and those silver needles immediately gave Weng Weng's trembling sound.