Chapter 181 Acupuncture
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Wan Li Yu
Zhang Yifeng stopped, returned to the bald man, and said calmly: "Zhang Yifeng, card number xxxxx."
"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you using mobile banking."
The man took out his mobile phone and transferred a huge sum of money to Zhang Yifeng through mobile banking. After Zhang Yifeng confirmed that the money had arrived, he squatted down and put his hand on the child's back.
The little boy was already turning blue from pain. He gritted his teeth and persisted, because this kind of pain was no less than that of Ling Chi, who could be described as being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. The child can persist for so long because his physique is different from ordinary people. An ordinary child would have been in pain long ago.
After a few breaths, Zhang Yifeng withdrew his hand and said to the man, "Do you have any silver needles on your body?"
"Silver needle? No. Little Master, don't you have one either?"
The bald man frowned, suddenly feeling that Zhang Yifeng was indeed unreliable!
Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly and said: "I never thought about treating people, so naturally I didn't bring it."
The bald man frowned. In fact, he didn't think Zhang Yifeng could cure his son's stubborn illness, but as the saying goes, losing money will eliminate disasters. Some things are better to be believed than not.
He was really helpless and helpless about his son's condition! Even if you know you may be cheated, you can only bite the bullet.
This is the so-called pity for parents in the world.
"Flight attendant..."
Zhang Yifeng frowned and called the stewardess.
In fact, the flight attendants had noticed what was going on here a long time ago and had already helped. However, even the hospital was unable to deal with the disease, so naturally they were helpless.
"Hi sir, how can I help you?"
A beautiful and tall stewardess came to Zhang Yifeng and was very polite.
"Please bring me some unused needles."
"Okay sir, but sir, please forgive me for asking, have you really studied medicine?"
This sentence shows that the stewardess does not trust Zhang Yifeng very much. If someone is killed on the plane, they will be responsible.
Zhang Yifeng glanced at the stewardess and said, "Yeah."
The flight attendant smiled slightly, then stood up to get the needle. But I still feel a little uneasy.
"Take nine in total."
Zhang Yifeng spoke again.
The flight attendant was slightly startled, but she still complied.
Soon, nine needles were held in front of Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng tore open the package and squeezed the needles with his fingers. After all, the needles used in syringes were not silver needles. They were hollow in the middle. The first thing he did was to pinch the needles into Needle.
This requires terrifying finger strength, which most people will never be able to do. But for Zhang Yifeng, this is a piece of cake.
Soon, nine simply made silver needles appeared in his hand. Although it is thicker than a specialized silver needle, it can still be used.
Zhang Yifeng inserted nine needles into nine acupuncture points on the child's body.
At first, the man and woman looked solemn, fearing that the young man would not only fail to treat Xiaotian well, but would also make Xiaotian's condition worse.
The couple was nervous about every injection.
Fortunately, as Zhang Yifeng's silver needle fell, the child's moans became smaller and smaller.
After all nine stitches were applied, the child's expression became completely relaxed.
"Xiaotian, how are you?" the man immediately asked the child.
"Dad, I don't feel any pain anymore." The child said weakly, with a smile on his lips.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore!"
The bald man's body was shaking non-stop. He asked Zhang Yifeng to perform the injections with the mentality that 250 million yuan would be a waste. Unexpectedly, although the other person looked extremely unprofessional, after nine injections, his son's stubborn disease was really eliminated. I just don’t know if this temporarily stops the pain or if it is permanently cured.
At this time, he saw Zhang Yifeng beginning to withdraw the needles, and couldn't help but ask: "Little master, my son..."
"Don't worry, it's already healed."
Zhang Yifeng sealed the boy's innate cultivation body, so the boy would naturally not feel uncomfortable anymore.
"Okay? Really?"
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Just transfer the rest of the money to me."
"Turn now, turn now!"
Without saying a word, the man transferred the remaining 250 million to Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng confirmed that the account had been received, and then he was about to return to his seat, but as if he remembered something, he whispered something in the man's ear.
After hearing this, the man was slightly stunned. Zhang Yifeng told him that if one day his son comes into contact with ancient martial arts, he can try to prick the Tianling point with a silver needle. But if you are not a warrior, don’t try it. Otherwise, the disease will recur.
The man couldn't understand what Zhang Yifeng meant. Did he mean that his son's illness had not been completely cured? And what is Guwu?
The man suddenly realized that this young man was not simple.
"Little Master, can you leave me your phone number in case, I mean, in case my son relapses." The man suddenly spoke.
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand lightly and said: "Do as I say and you will never relapse. There is no need to keep your phone number. We meet by chance. You pay me and I will treat you. It's that simple."
Zhang Yifeng's voice fell and he had returned to his position.
"A Sheng, is our little boy really well?" The woman looked at her man and couldn't believe it.
The bald man shook his head. He was not sure. He turned to the child and asked: "Xiaotian, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, I don't feel uncomfortable at all." The child's energy has also recovered a lot.
……
Zhang Yifeng returned to his seat and was in a good mood, but it was not because he had received 500 million. In fact, money was just a number to him. As long as he had enough money, it would be enough. He was happy that he didn't know how to strike up a conversation with Qian'er originally, but once this happened, he no longer needed to strike up a conversation at all.
He believed that he would not take more than three breaths! Qian'er next to the aisle would take the initiative to talk to him.
"Little brother, that's good. I got 500 million as soon as I made the move."
At this time, Bai Jingjing's voice came.
Now Zhang Yifeng has no time to pay attention to Bai Jingjing. He was silently counting his breaths.
One breath, two breaths...
"Doctor, is it you? I am Qian'er, do you still remember me?"
Sure enough, in her second breath, Qian'er on the other side of the aisle spoke to Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng immediately turned his head and asked with a puzzled expression: "Who are you?"
"Zhang Yifeng, you!"
Bai Jingjing was so angry that she almost vomited blood when she saw Zhang Yifeng ignoring others. Just close your eyes, out of sight!
"Don't you remember me, doctor? Then do you remember my grandfather? He was the one who was poisoned by some ore you said. If it weren't for you that night, I don't know if my grandfather would have woken up." Qian'er reminded .
"Ore? Oh, you mean the Demon Eye Ore, I remembered it. It turned out to be you. By the way, how is your grandfather's health?" Zhang Yifeng pretended to suddenly realize.
"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you using mobile banking."
The man took out his mobile phone and transferred a huge sum of money to Zhang Yifeng through mobile banking. After Zhang Yifeng confirmed that the money had arrived, he squatted down and put his hand on the child's back.
The little boy was already turning blue from pain. He gritted his teeth and persisted, because this kind of pain was no less than that of Ling Chi, who could be described as being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. The child can persist for so long because his physique is different from ordinary people. An ordinary child would have been in pain long ago.
After a few breaths, Zhang Yifeng withdrew his hand and said to the man, "Do you have any silver needles on your body?"
"Silver needle? No. Little Master, don't you have one either?"
The bald man frowned, suddenly feeling that Zhang Yifeng was indeed unreliable!
Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly and said: "I never thought about treating people, so naturally I didn't bring it."
The bald man frowned. In fact, he didn't think Zhang Yifeng could cure his son's stubborn illness, but as the saying goes, losing money will eliminate disasters. Some things are better to be believed than not.
He was really helpless and helpless about his son's condition! Even if you know you may be cheated, you can only bite the bullet.
This is the so-called pity for parents in the world.
"Flight attendant..."
Zhang Yifeng frowned and called the stewardess.
In fact, the flight attendants had noticed what was going on here a long time ago and had already helped. However, even the hospital was unable to deal with the disease, so naturally they were helpless.
"Hi sir, how can I help you?"
A beautiful and tall stewardess came to Zhang Yifeng and was very polite.
"Please bring me some unused needles."
"Okay sir, but sir, please forgive me for asking, have you really studied medicine?"
This sentence shows that the stewardess does not trust Zhang Yifeng very much. If someone is killed on the plane, they will be responsible.
Zhang Yifeng glanced at the stewardess and said, "Yeah."
The flight attendant smiled slightly, then stood up to get the needle. But I still feel a little uneasy.
"Take nine in total."
Zhang Yifeng spoke again.
The flight attendant was slightly startled, but she still complied.
Soon, nine needles were held in front of Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng tore open the package and squeezed the needles with his fingers. After all, the needles used in syringes were not silver needles. They were hollow in the middle. The first thing he did was to pinch the needles into Needle.
This requires terrifying finger strength, which most people will never be able to do. But for Zhang Yifeng, this is a piece of cake.
Soon, nine simply made silver needles appeared in his hand. Although it is thicker than a specialized silver needle, it can still be used.
Zhang Yifeng inserted nine needles into nine acupuncture points on the child's body.
At first, the man and woman looked solemn, fearing that the young man would not only fail to treat Xiaotian well, but would also make Xiaotian's condition worse.
The couple was nervous about every injection.
Fortunately, as Zhang Yifeng's silver needle fell, the child's moans became smaller and smaller.
After all nine stitches were applied, the child's expression became completely relaxed.
"Xiaotian, how are you?" the man immediately asked the child.
"Dad, I don't feel any pain anymore." The child said weakly, with a smile on his lips.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore!"
The bald man's body was shaking non-stop. He asked Zhang Yifeng to perform the injections with the mentality that 250 million yuan would be a waste. Unexpectedly, although the other person looked extremely unprofessional, after nine injections, his son's stubborn disease was really eliminated. I just don’t know if this temporarily stops the pain or if it is permanently cured.
At this time, he saw Zhang Yifeng beginning to withdraw the needles, and couldn't help but ask: "Little master, my son..."
"Don't worry, it's already healed."
Zhang Yifeng sealed the boy's innate cultivation body, so the boy would naturally not feel uncomfortable anymore.
"Okay? Really?"
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Just transfer the rest of the money to me."
"Turn now, turn now!"
Without saying a word, the man transferred the remaining 250 million to Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng confirmed that the account had been received, and then he was about to return to his seat, but as if he remembered something, he whispered something in the man's ear.
After hearing this, the man was slightly stunned. Zhang Yifeng told him that if one day his son comes into contact with ancient martial arts, he can try to prick the Tianling point with a silver needle. But if you are not a warrior, don’t try it. Otherwise, the disease will recur.
The man couldn't understand what Zhang Yifeng meant. Did he mean that his son's illness had not been completely cured? And what is Guwu?
The man suddenly realized that this young man was not simple.
"Little Master, can you leave me your phone number in case, I mean, in case my son relapses." The man suddenly spoke.
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand lightly and said: "Do as I say and you will never relapse. There is no need to keep your phone number. We meet by chance. You pay me and I will treat you. It's that simple."
Zhang Yifeng's voice fell and he had returned to his position.
"A Sheng, is our little boy really well?" The woman looked at her man and couldn't believe it.
The bald man shook his head. He was not sure. He turned to the child and asked: "Xiaotian, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, I don't feel uncomfortable at all." The child's energy has also recovered a lot.
……
Zhang Yifeng returned to his seat and was in a good mood, but it was not because he had received 500 million. In fact, money was just a number to him. As long as he had enough money, it would be enough. He was happy that he didn't know how to strike up a conversation with Qian'er originally, but once this happened, he no longer needed to strike up a conversation at all.
He believed that he would not take more than three breaths! Qian'er next to the aisle would take the initiative to talk to him.
"Little brother, that's good. I got 500 million as soon as I made the move."
At this time, Bai Jingjing's voice came.
Now Zhang Yifeng has no time to pay attention to Bai Jingjing. He was silently counting his breaths.
One breath, two breaths...
"Doctor, is it you? I am Qian'er, do you still remember me?"
Sure enough, in her second breath, Qian'er on the other side of the aisle spoke to Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng immediately turned his head and asked with a puzzled expression: "Who are you?"
"Zhang Yifeng, you!"
Bai Jingjing was so angry that she almost vomited blood when she saw Zhang Yifeng ignoring others. Just close your eyes, out of sight!
"Don't you remember me, doctor? Then do you remember my grandfather? He was the one who was poisoned by some ore you said. If it weren't for you that night, I don't know if my grandfather would have woken up." Qian'er reminded .
"Ore? Oh, you mean the Demon Eye Ore, I remembered it. It turned out to be you. By the way, how is your grandfather's health?" Zhang Yifeng pretended to suddenly realize.
