Chapter 403

"This disease is useless only by massage. It's like playing with ice in the refrigerator. Even if it's melted, it still leaves the ice in the refrigerator. Massage just makes you feel comfortable when the ice melts. If you really want to cure it, you must take out the ice!"

Ye Mo kept pressing fan Dawei's neck, stopped at a position on his neck and nodded. Then he reached out to touch his neck and pulled down the gold thread plum blossom pendant that had not been used for a long time.

Then, in the shocked expression on the little policeman's face, ye Mo pinched the stamen of the golden thread plum blossom and pulled out a nine inch gold needle from it like magic. Then his wrist shook, and the originally soft gold needle suddenly became upright.

"Don't move, just once."

Ye Mo reaches out his hand and holds the needle of the golden needle. Then he tries hard, and the golden needle directly pierces fan Dawei's back neck.

"Ah!!!"

The little policeman was startled. From his perspective, the other party stabbed a thin and long thing into director Fan's neck!

"Stop it! What are you doing?!"

The little policeman panicked, threw away his Notepad, left his seat and stood up to stop Ye Mo and save his director.

"Um ~ ah..."

However, before the little policeman passed, director Fan, who had been stabbed in the neck, suddenly opened his mouth and gave a very comfortable groan.

"So comfortable..."

Ye Mo can't help but see some black lines on his face. The other party says that he is moaning again, and his posture is a little out of line. If someone finds out, it's really hard to explain,

In order to prevent trouble, ye Mo doesn't delay any longer. He holds the right hand at the end of the silver needle, twists it gently, and probes the gold needle down a little more.

This time, fan Dawei didn't feel comfortable. He just felt that his neck was cut off and thrown into the freezer, revealing a chill from inside to outside.

Ye Mo frowns slightly. Afraid that fan Dawei can't hold on, he transports a wisp of raw gas along the golden needle, and the other party's ugly face improves.

Not long after the breath was injected, fan Dawei's neck was like a sauna, with a thin layer of water droplets, and his whole neck became wet.

Seeing this layer of sweat, ye Mo smiled faintly, slowly pulled out the gold needle, and then inserted it back into the pendant.

"Get up. Control your diet recently to prevent recurrence. It's all right now."

After bringing the golden thread plum back to his neck, Yemo said.

"That... That's good?"

Fan Dawei put his hands on the table and stood up with some doubts.

I thought it was very complicated to treat this kind of disease. He thought he had to keep this awkward posture for a while. Unexpectedly, the other party just moved with one needle, and then it was good!

"Ah?!"

Fan Dawei moved his neck, only to find that the original numbness and pain disappeared at once. He reached out and touched his neck. His hands were wet and cold. It didn't look like sweat. There was no temperature at all. It was more like cold water. Could it be... Could it be that the moisture was pulled out like this?!

The little policeman next to him was also interested when he saw the expression on director Fan's face, and asked Ye Mo with some excitement.

"Well... Well, can you number me, too? Look what's wrong with me!"

Ye Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the little policeman talking to him. He narrowed his eyes and observed the other party's look.

"Do you often lose your hair? Every time you lose a lot, you pull a handful, and your feet are often cold. You still have the habit of night sweating in the middle of the night?"

When the little policeman heard Ye Mo's words, his face immediately became similar to director Fan. His head was like a pile driver and asked with a little expectation.

"You're right. Can this be cured?"

"If you can cure it, bring a pen and paper. I'll write you a prescription. You can get the medicine yourself. You can recover after taking a few pairs of conditioning."

"Thank you! Thank you! I'll get you a pen and paper!"

The little policeman looked excited and his face turned red. The problem of hair loss tortured him badly. He was still young. He didn't want to lose his head so early and look the same as deputy director Zhao.

Fan Dawei can almost conclude now that he did come back with a big thunder. This boy must be an expert!

He didn't know how many doctors didn't see any signs of the disease. He was not only recognized by him at a glance, but also cured you with a needle. If it weren't for his own experience, he wouldn't believe it at all. He didn't talk about it in his novels. The means of treatment is amazing!

This kind of person with such excellent medical skills doesn't see a doctor for the leader. Who else can he see a doctor for?

"Here you are! Paper and pen!"

The little policeman couldn't find a pen and paper in such a short time. He simply handed over the interrogation record book.

Fan Dawei knew the trouble was big. When he was crazy thinking about solutions in his mind, he saw the attentive little police officer. He was immediately angry and shouted.

"What are you doing?! is this the place for you to see a doctor?"

When the little policeman was reprimanded, his face turned red. Then he realized that he was not in the traditional Chinese Medicine Museum, and almost forgot that he was in the interrogation room.

"Director, this, I......"

"What are you? Do you know the rules? You just ask for help? Experts from the Health Bureau see a doctor for you and don't know how to pour a cup of tea!"

"Ah... Ah! I'm going now!!!"

The little policeman immediately turned his worry into joy, quickly turned and ran out.

After the little policeman left, fan Dawei and ye mo were left in the interrogation room. Fan Dawei immediately put on a bright smile and pretended to be familiar on Ye Mo's shoulder.

"Oh, expert Ye! The person who called to report the case is really blind. How can you be a fake! This is not a joke! The interrogation room is dark and dark. Go to my office?"

After fan Dawei confirmed Ye Mo's identity, there was only one thought left in his mind, that is, throw the big thunder out.

On no account can he stay in the interrogation room!

However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. Ye Mo sits on the chair in the interrogation room and waves his hand.

"I think I'd better continue to confess. Just by virtue of my ability to see a doctor, I can confirm whether I'm an expert. It's too arbitrary. It will damage the identity and image of director Fan. If you have anything to ask, just ask directly. I'll absolutely cooperate with the work."

Fan Dawei's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley and became cool.

This is really in line with the old saying. It's easier to ask God than to send God!