When the steward heard this, he was immediately in awe: "Can this be diagnosed? It's a miracle."
Mo Siyu said: "Not only can I diagnose it, but I can also help you treat it with golden needles, which can relax your tendons and activate collaterals. After this summer, your leg will be healed."
The steward blinked: "Gold needle treatment?"
Mo Siyu had already taken out the golden needle from his pocket, and kicked the small stool on the ground in front of the steward: "Sit down, I'll treat you."
In Mo Siyu's eyes, pricking acupoints with golden needles is actually nothing. Anyway, under the teaching of Dr. Zhang, many doctors in Jincheng have already mastered it, but the degree of proficiency is different.
On the contrary, in Yuecheng, except for a few old doctors from aristocratic families, there are very few people who know how to prick acupoints with golden needles.
When the people around saw Mo Siyu's posture, those intermittent voices of questioning disappeared immediately, and they all stared at this scene with wide eyes, waiting for Mo Siyu to do it himself.
The steward was flattered, and quickly sat down on the small stool, rolled up the trousers little by little, and rolled them up to his knees, exposing the joints that were about to deform in front of everyone.
Unexpectedly, Mo Siyu didn't intend to do it himself at all, but threw the gold needle bag in his hand at Sun Qing who was beside him, "Come here!"
Sun Qing took the gold needle package, came to the steward, squatted down, and was about to administer the needle, but was stopped by the steward.
The steward stared at Sun Qing suspiciously, "This... Shouldn't Mr. Yu give me the needle?"
"Miss Sun Qing was taught by me alone. The golden needling technique is far superior to her grandfather's. Don't be afraid, nothing will go wrong." Mo Siyu saw that the steward was full of repulsion, and promised: "If something really happens, I will be responsible to the end."
The steward refused: "I have seniors and juniors, if something happens..."
"I will support your whole family." Mo Siyu fumbled in his cuff, took out a bank note, and handed it to the manager: "If you are paralyzed, this bank note is yours, and it is enough for you to stay at home." Don’t do anything and spend the rest of your life eating and drinking.”
The manager was relieved when he saw the amount on the bank note.
Sun Qing squatted in front of the steward, pressed her fingers on his knees, took the gold needles, and inserted them one by one from the acupuncture points.
After a while, the steward's two calves were pierced like hedgehogs by the golden needle in Sun Qing's hand.
Mo Siyu stood aside, with his hands behind his back, staring at Sun Qing's neat fingering, and nodded in praise: "Not bad, good, fast progress, much more familiar than last month."
The steward was in a cold sweat: Didn't you just say that this little girl's golden needle acupuncture technique has surpassed her grandfather's? How dare you take me as a guinea pig for practice?
When Sun Qing heard Mo Siyu's praise, she was overjoyed. Without her grandpa teaching her, the golden needle was quite easy to use.
Mo Siyu said: "Since you have mastered the golden needle acupuncture technique, you should always carry the pair of golden needles I gave you with you at all times, so that it is convenient for curing diseases and saving lives."
Just when everyone was about to lament the benevolence of Mo Siyu's doctor, they heard Mo Siyu continue: "If you like that person, treat him; unnecessary trouble."
Everyone: "..."
It turns out that being healed by the little genius doctor depends on the eye.
Just now they all questioned the authenticity of the little genius doctor's identity, wondering if they would be hated by her.
After waiting for about a stick of incense, more and more people gathered around the corner, and finally someone recognized Mo Siyu and Sun Qing...