Chapter 147

Twist three points, go back three, go back one

Ye Mo's forehead is a little sweaty. Because he doesn't want to waste time, he crosses his anger into the golden needle again.

"It's so cold! My legs feel so cold!"

Zeng was stunned. He felt that the whole left leg seemed to stretch into the ice hole at once. Every inch of skin felt full cold!

"This feeling is the same as that day!"

Zeng Huai grabbed the ebony stick and said in a trembling voice.

Old Chen immediately said.

"Don't move, it means that the needle of lobule has touched the cold poison in your leg!"

Xu Lao also nodded, and his eyes never left Ye Mo's hand.

Zeng Wendong clenched his fist nervously. Now the only thing he can do is pray that ye Mo doesn't make mistakes and that his grandfather can recover.

Ye Mo devotes himself to applying the needle. The needle has been exposed to cold poison. The next scene is the key.

Pull out the cold poison from the bone marrow without hurting Zeng Huai's leg muscles and collaterals!

At this time, there is no room for carelessness. Otherwise, the cold poison out of control will spread the congestion to the whole body through the blood vessels in the legs. At that time, all kinds of senile diseases will find Zeng Huai!

Mr. Xu and Mr. Chen also knew the importance of this step. No one dared to speak or even breathe loudly. The room was shrouded in a tense atmosphere. Zeng Wendong had stood in a position for a long time.

For fear that ye Mo will be disturbed by his own change, which will lead to an accident in his grandfather's treatment.

Ye Mo slowly twists and pulls out the gold needle. The eight inch gold needle trembles slightly and gradually withdraws from Zeng Huai's leg. The last drop of black congestion comes up along the eye of the needle. Old Chen quickly hands over the toilet paper. Ye Mo reaches out and wipes the congestion away. At the same time, he grabs the small medicine bottle on the seat, pours out some black ointment and smears it on Zeng Huai's whole leg.

In an instant, Zeng Huai's legs were completely blackened, like Yin and Yang legs.

"Comfortable!!!"

Before everyone asked questions, Zeng was relieved. The whole person seemed to be several years younger. The comfort from his legs made him moan directly.

Ye Mo smiled. The cold poison has been completely pulled out. It is mostly applied externally with Huagu Shengji ointment and taken orally with blood activating drugs. The old typhoid fever in Zeng's pregnant leg will be completely cured within a month!

"Brother Zeng, I have a set of massage techniques here. Take a look. Massage after applying the ointment will play a good role in Zeng Lao's leg injury."

Ye Mo turns his head and smiles at Zeng Wendong.

Zeng Wendong was stunned and looked at Ye Mo again with grateful eyes.

Although he is now acting as Grandpa's secretary, in fact, he is not the person who can really take over the beam in Zeng's family, because he is a person with a different surname, his real name is not Zeng, but a later changed name!

Therefore, many of them are unpopular in Zeng's family, so they go abroad to study. After graduation, they follow Zeng laojia and take care of Zeng laojia. This kind of thing is biased!

Once old, he has achieved great success, and his children are full of children. There is nothing to worry about. The only pain is the old injury on his left leg. If he can personally relieve the pain and even cure his grandfather's injury, Grandpa will naturally know it in his mind at that time.

After ye Mo taught some simple techniques, he stood up and leaned down by Zeng Wendong to massage Zeng Lao. With the continuous absorption of black ointment, his legs became more and more comfortable.

After the ointment was completely absorbed, the flesh color of the left leg, which had terrible bruises, was exposed again. Although it was not completely eradicated, it was only a treatment!

After ye Mo washes his hands, he sits back in his chair and smiles without saying a word. Xu is still looking at Zeng Lao's legs, while Chen thumbs up to Ye Mo without leaving a trace.

Rao is that he has known the terrible effect of this ointment in advance, but the facts before him still surprised Chen.

Zeng Lao opened his eyes, and the comfort of his legs almost made him sleep.

"Wendong, OK."

Zeng Huai patted Zeng Wendong on the shoulder.

Zeng Wendong stopped, dried his hands, put down his trouser legs for Zeng, and then stood aside.

"Xiaoye, old man, I won't say thank you. I've written down this favor."

His left leg was relieved. Zeng Lao felt unspeakable strength. He grabbed the walking stick and looked at Ye Mo's kind eyes.

"I'm glad to help Zeng Lao."

Ye Mo smiled.

He's telling the truth. Since Huang Fuzhi's death, Yemo always wants to help all those who devote themselves to the medical field and tend to a feeling similar to "atonement".

Zeng Lao is not a person who likes to talk empty words. His kindness has been written down. As for oral thanks, there is no nutrition, so he stopped talking about it and asked.

"Xiaoye, it's inconvenient for Fang to disclose what ointment this is. How can it be so powerful!"

Zeng Lao, who worked in a pharmaceutical company all his life, was immediately attracted by the ointment Ye Mo took after he returned to normal!

"Don't tell me it's Lao Chen's head. I haven't been old and confused for most of my life."

Zeng Huai took over.

Although the ointment was taken out by old Chen, Zeng Huai is no longer familiar with old Chen. This medicine must not be old Chen. Combined with the just diagnosis and treatment, the owner of the ointment has confirmed that it is correct.

"Should it be a secret recipe?"

Xu Lao stared at the medicine bottle on the table.

"Yes, this medicine is called Huagu Shengji ointment. It is a complete traditional Chinese medicine. Medicinal materials are not particularly rare. It has a very good effect on promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis and loosening tendons and collaterals!"

Yemo said.

"Good thing! Good thing!"

Zeng Lao picked up the medicine bottle and couldn't put it down.

"This thing is much stronger than southern Sichuan Baiyao and Qiantong Jinggu paste on the market. I don't know how many times!"

With a smile in his eyes and eyebrows, old Chen turned to Ye Mo and picked his eyebrows. The meaning is self-evident.

"Xiaoye, are you interested..."

Zeng Lao puts down the ointment and looks at Ye Mo, waiting to speak.

"Old Zeng! The secret recipe can't be published. Don't bully the younger generation!"

Xu Lao knocked on the table and interrupted.

Ye Mo and Chen Lao were stunned.

"Alas, Lao Xu, you're right. I'm abrupt."

Zeng Lao calmed down when he was interrupted by Xu Lao. He was a little generation of the other party. He was tired and sweated to help you cure your disease. He took out this precious secret medicine for you. Lao Zeng, Lao Zeng, why are you so philistine!

Zeng Lao even self-criticism.

Hey, hey, hey! Mr. Xu, are you really here to help me?

Ye Mo can't laugh or cry. The original purpose of pushing the boat along the water can be achieved. Xu kindly helped him cut off the topic, but he didn't want Ye Mo to make a choice. However, this kind move directly ruined his plan.

Old Chen covered his forehead and was quite speechless. This is a typical good intention to do bad things. Now it's hard for both sides to speak.

Ye Mo is a party concerned. If he takes the initiative to mention it, it will fall into success. It will also make people doubt whether he has ulterior motives to help diagnose the disease.

And Zeng Laogang has admitted that he is abrupt. How can he speak again