Chapter 147: One needle determines the universe

Feng Mao lay on the bed with a little nervous mood, watching Fan Wubing and Fan Tianlan, the old and the young, muttering and discussing how to treat him.

People in the darkness look forward to the light more. After lying in bed for more than ten years, they have greater enthusiasm for regaining their ability to move. Or whether they can live their future life like an ordinary person depends on today.

Feng Mao looked at his sister and found that Feng Ping was looking at Fan Wubing with some concern. Obviously, he was also worried about whether Fan Wubing could really use the golden needle to cure his younger brother's illness. However, the arrow was on the string at this time and there was no time to consider other things.

The old man Fan Tianlan has been a doctor all his life and is very good at grasping people's psychology. After discussing with Fan Wubing, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Everyone likes to trust old Chinese doctors. Old Chinese doctors have rich experience and knowledge, and are easy to treat. In fact, this is not necessarily the case. Many old Chinese doctors are confused when they are young and do not have the consciousness of correction. Therefore, when they are old, they are even more confused. In addition, they have no enthusiasm for research and enterprising, and their skills are getting worse and worse. As the saying goes, quack doctors mislead people, and this is generally the case. On the contrary, many famous medical cases in history were created by young doctors. Although their experience is a little worse, the key is to have an enterprising heart!"

After hearing the old man's words, Fan Wubing spread his hands and said, "This is the teacher who is calming my heart."

Feng Ping and others nodded slightly, knowing that the old man was telling the truth, but the psychological factors of ordinary people are difficult to reverse.

The old man asked someone to ignite sandalwood in the room, then took two gossip mirrors from his accompanying box, hung them on the doors and windows, and took out a peach wood sword about a foot long from the box, and respectfully offered it in front of the incense burner. After giving the big gift, he prayed for a while, then stood up and nodded and said to Fan Wubing, "Let's start!"

Fan Wubing was a little stunned when he saw this, thinking that you are a doctor or a sorcerer in the world, but he even acted like a way to open the hall.

When the old man saw Fan Wubing was a little dazed, he explained, "A family-born habit, we treat acupuncture and moxibustion to treat positive and evil diseases at once, so we pay more attention to it."

Fan Wubing nodded and calmed down. Not to mention, Sandalwood did have a little effect of concentrating the mind and calming the energy. Now Fan Wubing felt that his mind was very calm and his mind was very flexible. He shook the golden needle in his hand, and his internal energy was everywhere, so he made the golden needle move like a spiritual snake, instead of simply turning it hard and straight.

"Why does it feel like Fan Wubing is holding a needle, just like he has pinched a bug? If you continue like this, will there be a accurate head?" Feng Ping whispered to Chen Jingchu next to her with some concern.

"I don't understand either, I guess it won't break it." Chen Jingchu shook his head, feeling unsure.

Fan Wubing concentrated his energy and concentrated all his internal energy. Only a small golden needle and Feng Mao lying on the bed were left in front of him. Even Fan Tianlan was automatically ignored by him at this time.

Soon, he entered a very mysterious realm, and everything became illusory. It seemed that his eyes saw the blood flowing in his legs through Feng Mao's skin, the coming and going of the spirit, and the cold poison hidden in Yanglingquan were devouring and hindering the normal circulation of qi and blood.

Fan Wubing grabbed the golden needle and stared at the cold air with bright eyes. The golden needle was swinging three inches above, and the cold poison seemed to feel threatened. He knew that the golden needle was its life-and-death enemy and wanted to wander elsewhere, but Yanglingquan was its nest that had been there for more than ten years, and seemed to be unable to give up, so he wandered around.

Fan Tianlan and others around him saw it and found that Fan Wubing was standing there without saying a word. He seemed to emit a light like a substance in his eyes. He stared at Feng Mao's legs. The golden needle was pinching in his hand, and the swing was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was like a golden dragon about to fly through the sky.

After a long time, Fan Wubing's hand slowly but steadily sank down. The golden needle twisted his body and collided violently with the cold poison. Feng Mao felt that a huge force seemed to be hit by a huge force on his legs!

Then Feng Mao felt a huge heat flowing up and down along his legs. The soreness, numbness, swelling and pain in his legs suddenly recovered in an instant. He lost the feeling of more than ten years and finally appeared again.

This is not the end. After the tailbone, the real yang in the snow mountain suddenly surged up along the Du meridian behind it, and passed the Du meridian all the way upwards. When passing through Fengfu, Feng Mao felt that a skylight was opened above his head. All the cold air rushed out in an instant. Then the true energy continued to run, sinking down along the Ren meridian and into the dantian. After that, the various meridian orifices reacted violently like boiling water.

Feng Mao felt his whole body trembling, as if he was thrown into a frying pan.

Fan Wubing's golden needle was dancing up and down, like a little man dancing a tap dance, trembling and twisting on Fengmao's Yanglingquan. Every time he lifted it up, he could see a stream of black gas gathered around the golden needle, and then it was melted and disappeared by Fan Wubing's golden needle.

Fan Wubing stood there with the golden needle, and continued for half an hour. At the end, he felt a little sweat on his forehead, which obviously consumed a lot. Otherwise, with his strength, even if he knocked down dozens of Zhongnanhai bodyguards, he might not have had such a reaction.

The old man Fan Tianlan looked at it seriously, and looked at the golden needle that Fan Wubing mentioned, and seemed to have some enlightenment.

The other doctors who were watching in the room were as confused as if they were falling into a cloud. From beginning to end, they only saw Fan Wubing standing there with a golden needle, and he didn't even change the acupoints, but just poked them around in Yanglingquan, just like a naughty boy was abused by his classmates.

"Is this a treatment?" a doctor couldn't help asking his colleagues.

"I don't know, it looks a bit incredible." The industry is not sure, but Fan Tianlan's reputation is too great. Even if he gets a shot, he may be able to revive the dead. Although Fan Wubing is just an apprentice he has been taking for several days, it is estimated that there will be something unique?

Several doctors stood there watching with a gaze, but found nothing.

But Feng Mao's face changes were very wonderful, sometimes red and sometimes white. If you look closely, there seemed to be a black air rushing across his facial features, but the color was getting lighter and lighter, and by the end it could no longer be seen.

Fan Wubing's golden needle finally stopped, and the twisted golden needle finally stopped abruptly and became extremely firm. Then Fan Wubing let out a muffled groan and slapped Feng Mao's Baihui acupoint with a palm.

Feng Mao felt a thunder sound in his mind, rumbled, trying to crush all the haze that had been pressed on him for more than ten years. Then he felt a warm current surging down like a big Yangtze River, urging every one of his acupoints.

At some point, the golden needle in Fan Wubing's hand had already been put away and stood aside.

"Ah--" Feng Mao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly shouted, jumping up as if he was stimulated by an electric current. After staggering a few steps on the ground, he realized that he had actually walked down from the hospital bed.

"I'm standing up?!" Feng Mao couldn't accept this change. He was extremely excited, but he still felt a little frivolous and sat down on the ground.

When Feng Ping saw his younger brother coming down the ground, she couldn't help but scream, rushed over and helped him up, wanting to confirm again to see if he had really recovered.

The old man Fan Tianlan laughed and said, "I have recovered from a long illness for the first time. How could I recover so easily? But now the swelling is gone. I have been practicing hard for the last week, and it will be almost done."

Until now, those doctors who were watching jokes were shocked to find that they had witnessed the advent of a miracle doctor. Fan Wubing took the initiative to write another myth in the apricot forest with the magic needle in his hand.

The reason why Feng Mao was able to take a few steps after the acupuncture was also closely related to the fact that his family had never given up massage on his leg muscles. If he hadn't had to do health massage every day, his muscles would have long atrophy. Even if the cold poison was removed, it would be impossible for him to stand up all at once, or even unable to stand up again.

Chen Jingchu walked over, wiped the sweat beads on Fan Wubing's head, and asked with concern, "How do you feel?"
Chapter completed!