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Everyone revealed a suspicious look.

"It's not a big problem. I can treat it!"

Zhong Wentao said indifferently.

"Young man, you can't speak carelessly."

"Even the professors at the big hospital said there's no cure, but a young man like you said it can be cured?"

"Bullsh * t."

The surrounding old men did not believe what Zhong Wentao had said.

"Fifth Lord Zhao, the reason your leg muscles have shrunk is because your feet are blocked by a few big acupuncture points. There are 52 single acupoints, 309 double acupoints, 50 external acupoints, a total of 720 acupoints. The pulse of the twelve is combined in twelve hours: the son, the ugly, the yin, the d, the Chen, the already, the noon, the not, the shen, the unitary, the shou, the Hai. Each of the acupoints shall be placed in the Circulatory Cycle position to be the armature of the commander's entire body. "

The surrounding people couldn't help but be astonished. This brat seemed to have some ability.

"If the vital points are injured and qi stagnation and blood stasis occurs, the body will lose part or all of its mobility and even die. I only need to open up Fifth Lord Zhao's meridians, then his legs will naturally be able to move. "

Zhong Wentao recounted the entire situation.

Fifth Lord Zhao felt that Zhong Wentao's words made sense, and that his own legs were unconscious, so it didn't matter even if he was stabbed a few times. He magnanimously pulled his pants up: "Little brother, then I'll trouble you to give me acupuncture and moxibustion."

A pair of thin and withered legs was revealed in front of him. They were thin and shriveled, completely lifeless, like two dried sticks.

Zhong Wentao gently held the silver needle in his hand and pierced it into the acupoints on Fifth Lord Zhao's leg that were three miles long, the first acupoints, the second, the third, and so on.

At the same time, he injected a faint amount of true energy from the end of the silver needle.

The silver needle emitted a faint red light, and the muscles on his acupoints began to quiver.

"Look, the silver needles are moving."

"Ah, red spots appeared where the needle pierced."

The elders all let out cries of surprise, as if they had seen a miracle.

As for the person in question, Fifth Lord Zhao, he was even more surprised. He was thinking whether the red dots on his skin would affect his legs or not.

"Ah, pain!"

The old man at the side was worried that something might happen to Fifth Lord Zhao, and immediately shouted: "Young man, quickly pull out those silver needles of yours, Fifth Lord Zhao seems to be in great pain."

Unexpectedly, the Fifth Lord Zhao waved his hand and said, "Wait, wait. It feels so comfortable … "Not only does it hurt a little, it also feels a little swollen."

"Ah?" Old Zhao, do you feel the sensation of your leg? "

"Yo, so numb, so numb. I can't take it anymore."

Fifth Lord Zhao's legs could not help but start to tremble slightly. His expression was very complicated, as if he was enjoying it but was also suffering from it.

Zhong Wentao pressed down on Fifth Lord Zhao's trembling legs and immediately said: "Your meridians are opening up now, you must grit your teeth and persevere, or else it will be useless!"

"Mm, little brother, I'll listen to you!"

Fifth Lord Zhao now had confidence in Zhong Wentao.

Today, under Zhong Wentao's acupuncture, he finally had a feeling about his legs that he hadn't felt in years, and he felt traces of excitement in his heart.

After fifteen minutes, Zhong Wentao finally pulled out the silver needles that had been stabbed into the important acupoints on Fifth Lord Zhao's leg.

The moment the silver needle was released, Fifth Lord Zhao let out a heavy sigh of relief, "You're suffocating me to death!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and swung his leg.

His actions shocked everyone around him. "Old Zhao, you can walk now!"

"What?"

Only then did Fifth Lord Zhao realize that his leg could move. In a moment of shock, he fell to the ground suddenly.

Zhong Wentao immediately shouted: "Grandpa Zhao, your legs are healed. Don't be afraid, stand up bravely."

Fifth Lord Zhao held onto the wheelchair at the side and tried to stand up. In the end, he realized that he did not fall and his legs could be used force.

He tried another step. "I can walk now! "Old friends, I can walk now!"

When he shouted these words, the Fifth Lord Zhao was so excited that she began to shed tears.

"Young man, you really are a genius doctor!"

"Little Godly Doctor, if we did not witness it with our own eyes, I would have believed that Chinese medicine's acupuncture was that magical!"

The surrounding people all gave Zhong Wentao a big thumbs up, all kinds of praise about him, like the way bees surround him, going in an endless cycle.

Zhong Wentao smiled slightly and said: "Chinese medicine is profound and has a long history. I only know a little of the skin, and I can cure Grandfather Zhao's leg disease, so everyone must still believe in the essence left behind by our ancestor."

"Yes, yes, yes, little brother, you're absolutely right!" "We were wrong before, but it's still traditional Chinese medicine that's stronger!"

Everyone expressed their agreement with Zhong Wentao's words.

"Alright, grandpas, I need to go to work. Otherwise, the boss will have to scold me." If you guys have anything that you feel uncomfortable about, you can go to the 'Ciji Hall' to look for me. "

Zhong Wentao smiled as he waved his hands, then left the park.

Seeing that Zhong Wentao had returned, Zhou Zihan came over excitedly, "Big Brother Zhong, you're back."

The Old Man Zhou glanced behind Zhong Wentao, and upon seeing that there was no one else, he coldly snorted: "Since you've lost the bet, since you don't have the ability to bring the patient back, then quickly leave, so as to not be an eyesore!"

Zhong Wentao pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "Isn't it still five minutes before midnight?"

"Good, good, good …" "You stinking brat, I will let you stay here for a few minutes!"

Old Man Zhou rolled his eyes at him and said.

"Dad, don't be so harsh with your words."

Zhou Zihan then turned to Zhong Wentao and smiled: "Big Brother Zhong, before you find a place to stay, you can stay here first."

"Hey, you stinking girl, just who is in charge of this house!" I don't have the money to support idle people! "

Ciji Hall's income for this month was already small, so the more she opened her mouth, the more she would spend.

Old Man Zhou would never do something where he was at a disadvantage.

"Dad, why are you so cold-blooded?"

Zhou Zihan frowned and started to criticize her father.

"Stinking girl, you actually called me cold-blooded!?" "See if I hit you or not!"

Old Man Zhou grabbed a feather duster from the table and was about to attack Zhou Zihan.

Who knew that a group of people would rush in from the entrance of the clinic?

Old Man Zhou was shocked, he immediately put down the 'weapon' in his hand and laughed, "Old Man Wang, Old Man Bai, what happened?"

These old men could not help but pay attention to Old Man Zhou, and excitedly walked towards Zhong Wentao. "Little Godly Doctor, quickly, let me have a look at your sickness, my back and waist have been aching a lot these few days."

"Aiyo, Little Godly Doctor, my stomach is not good. I need to go to the toilet."

"Let me take a look first. I came first."

These old men in front of him had squeezed the clinic to the point of bursting with noise.

Old Man Zhou was stupefied. His' Ciji Hall 'had never seen so many patients.

He pulled Zhong Wentao to the side and asked, "Are you the one who found all these patients?"

Zhong Wentao slightly nodded: "Mn, that's right! It's 12 o'clock now, I think I can stay! "

"Yes, yes, of course!"

Old Man Zhou laughed. With so many patients, Ciji Hall would be saved.

"Everyone, please line up. I'll treat everyone right away."

Old Man Zhou put on the white coat that he had been wearing for a long time.

"Old Man Zhou, we are here to look for you. Your medical skills are not that good, so you should just stand aside. "

Old man Wang mocked.

Old Man Zhou was a little angry.

"The medical skill of this young man in your store is godly. Old Zhao's leg was paralyzed for several years, but after a few needles, he could walk while standing up!"

Old man Wang said while pointing at Zhong Wentao with an excited expression.

"What!?" You said he cured Old Zhao's leg? Hmph, just him? "

Old Man Zhou did not believe it at all.

The other old men at the side added, "Yes, that's him! If we didn't see it with our own eyes, we wouldn't believe it either! "

Just as they were talking, a few more people walked in from outside. The one walking in front was the Old Man Zhao they were talking about.

Old Man Zhao, accompanied by his family, walked towards Zhong Wentao. "Little Godly Doctor, thank you so much!"

"Thank you, Benefactor! Your medical skills are too godly! My father can walk on his feet, thanks to you! "

As he said that, he retrieved an envelope from his bosom and passed it over to the old man. "It's just a small token of appreciation, Little Godly Doctor, please accept it."

Old Man Zhou's eyes lit up, and he happily took the envelope. "Hehe, I'll help my shop assistant take it."

At this moment, the Zhao Family members were immersed in joy, ignoring the Old Man Zhou's disgusted greedy face.

However, Zhong Wentao said lightly: "You don't need to be so courteous, I just hope that everyone will believe in Chinese medicine more in the future."

"Well, of course! We all believe it now! Little Godly Doctor, take a look at our sickness. "

The person beside him said in excitement.

They had personally witnessed the acupuncture treatment on Old Zhao's leg, and from the bottom of their hearts, they admired Zhong Wentao's medical skills.

Since everyone was so passionate, Zhong Wentao did not decline: "Alright, then I'll come and take a look for everyone."

Zhou Zihan stood at the side and gave Zhong Wentao a big table: "Big Brother Zhong, it's convenient for you to get a diagnosis like this."

"Thank you!"

Zhong Wentao nodded.

The consideration and concern of this pure and innocent girl before him made Zhong Wentao's heart, which had been immersed in for hundreds of years, warm up.

"Godly Doctor, my stomach isn't good. It's been my stomach for three days."

"Your stomach is cold and empty of heat. Normally, you would be hungry for a meal and wouldn't have three meals on time. "No need for acupuncture, I'll give you a prescription. You can take it back and cook three bowls of medicinal soups. You can drink it for three days."

Zhong Wentao casually touched the patient's pulse and understood the patient's condition as though it was his own.

The surrounding people all revealed looks of admiration, secretly amazed.

In just an afternoon, Zhong Wentao had seen more than twenty patients.

Everyone was satisfied with his diagnosis and treatment.