Chapter 295

"This..." Liu Lang's back is to Mu Xueqing and others, so they can't see how Liu Lang starts the needle, but Li Mengdong is standing opposite to Liu Lang, and he can see this clearly.

Li Mengdong has been steeped in acupuncture and moxibustion for decades, and the only time he saw it started in this way was more than 60 years ago, and the man was his master.

It is said that in addition to being proficient in medical ethics, his master also made great achievements in martial arts. At that time, his master said that if you want to practice this skill, you can't just rely on talent and hard work, because it's a combination of martial arts and medical ethics. Only when you reach a certain height in martial arts can you use it freely.

Thinking of Mr. Tan's evaluation of Liu Lang before, Li Mengdong immediately realized that Liu Lang was far stronger than he imagined.

Of course, this is not the time to think about so many things. According to Liu Lang, after the 36 hanging silver needles were removed, master Mu could only hold on for half an hour, so he could not stop for a moment.

"Liu Lang, I said the name of the acupoint. You can apply the needle. I believe you know better than me about the specific depth." Li Mengdong took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Well, let's go!" Liu Lang nodded.

"Tianshu!" Li Mengdong no longer hesitated and reported the name of the first acupoint in a deep voice.

Tiangang thirteen needles is a set of needling methods, based on the thirteen silver needles, there are 32 changes. Li Mengdong is one of them selected according to Mu's condition.

Li Mengdong's voice faded slightly, and Liu Lang's hand moved. A three inch long silver needle punctured master Mu's Tianshu acupoint without any mistake. The depth of penetration into the skin was exactly three-thirds and two percent. This depth was written in "Tiangang thirty-six needles" and was applicable to all needling techniques.

"Air sea!"

If he did not give the acupuncture himself, he could not judge whether it was inserted properly. What Li Mengdong had to do now was to trust Liu Lang, who directly reported the name of the second acupoint.

Liu Lang smelled the speech and danced his fingers. He chose a short needle about two inches long and punctured Mu's Qihai acupoint under his navel.

"Hegu!"

"Wind pool!"

"Fountain!"

“……”

Li Mengdong reported 13 acupoints in a row. When the last silver needle was punctured on master Mu's body, Li Mengdong immediately put his three fingers on his wrist to explore his pulse.

"It's done!"

A moment later, Li Mengdong's face was full of joy.

Sixty years later, the thirteen needles of Tiangang have finally reappeared in the world. Since his master's long journey and disappeared, Li Mengdong and his master's two generations have not been able to display Tiangang's thirteen needles all over the United States. Now, this set of needling techniques has finally been in Liu Lang's hands, reappearing its former glory.

Now that Mu's meridians have been sealed, the next thing is easier to do.

"Liu Lang, pry open the mouth of master Mu!" Li Mengdong has prepared a pair of chopsticks and hands it to Liu lang. now, the old man Mu is in a deep coma. He has to pry his mouth open with external force to pour the medicine down.

Liu Lang took the chopsticks. He wanted to pry Mu's mouth according to the usual method, but he suddenly moved. He put the chopsticks to the side, bent down, and put his index finger and thumb on his jaw. Then, with another hand, somewhere on his neck, Mu Lao Zi's mouth opened.

“……”

Li Mengdong's eyes almost fell out.

Compared with modern western medicine, the biggest drawback of traditional Chinese medicine in the treatment of emergencies is that it is difficult for comatose patients to take medicine. After all, traditional Chinese medicine is usually taken orally, while western medicine can be injected intramuscularly or intravenously. When Chinese medicine is dealing with severe emergencies, it often appears that the medicine is ready, but it can't be fed.

Li Mengdong thought that it would take a lot of effort for Liu Lang to pry open the mouth of master mu, but Liu Lang did it easily. And like magic, he didn't use the chopsticks he provided.

"Mr. Li, what are you doing in a daze

Liu Lang waited for a long time, but Li Mengdong didn't move. He couldn't help but remind him.

Li Mengdong woke up and took up the decoction that had been fried before. He took it back to master Mu's mouth with spoonful by spoon. To his surprise, Mu did not vomit up at all, as if he had the ability to swallow independently. He drank all the herbs for the night.

"There's a reaction!"

About one or two minutes later, Mu's pale face suddenly became more bloody, and his weak breath began to become stable and powerful.

"Half an hour later, remove the silver needle!" After working hard for most of the day, Li Mengdong's face was full of fatigue, and he sat down on the chair beside the bed.

Liu Lang quickly asked his servant to serve Li Mengdong a cup of tea.

However, Li Mengdong is not in the mood to drink tea. His eyes have always been on master mu. Although the ancient book has high credibility, he has not treated this disease before. It is too early to say that it is OK.

Mu family is also looking at the old man on the hospital bed nervously, the atmosphere does not dare to come out.Liu Lang put away the remaining silver needles and came to Mu Xueqing's side. He said in a low voice, "don't worry. Old Li's medicine has been fed down. The old man will be OK soon."

"Well!" Mu Xueqing bit his lips and nodded, but his expression was not relaxed. After all, the old man Mu was not awake.

"By the way, how's your foot injury?" At this time, Liu Lang suddenly thought that Mu Xueqing was also injured.

It's ok if you don't remind me. As soon as she reminds me, Mu Xueqing suddenly feels a piercing pain in her ankle. Her sprain is very serious. In addition, she has been standing for more than an hour. Now she feels numb in half her legs and nearly falls to the ground.

Liu Lang quickly helped Mu Xueqing to sit on the chair next to him. He squatted down to have a look and immediately frowned.

Mu Xueqing's slender ankle is now swollen into a big steamed bread, much more serious than when he was injured.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Liu Lang said to Mu Xueqing.

"No!" Mu Xueqing shakes her head firmly. The old man is still in the dark. How can she leave.

"Well, I'll give you a massage. I saw a video before. This kind of sprain can greatly reduce the pain through massage." Looking at Mu Xueqing's painful expression, Liu Lang felt a pang of heartache. He suddenly thought that there was a massage therapy for sprain in in "Qingbao Shu", so he suggested.

"Massage?" Mu Xueqing, a red face. His ankle is not a key part, but it has not been touched by a man.

When Mu Xueqing is ready to refuse, Liu Lang has already taken off her high-heeled shoes, and a pair of powerful and full of warm hands are walking upstream of her ankle.

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