"Are you still thinking about something?" Gao Ziyi shook her fingers in front of Jiang Feng and asked in confusion.

All along, what Jiang Feng showed in front of Gao Ziyi was the heartless look. Gao Ziyi had never seen him consider something so seriously here. Suddenly, she felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Jiang Feng silent.

Gao Ziyi put a bowl of mushroom cheese soup she made and handed it to Jiang Feng, and then made a piece of pie for him. Uncle Feng drank Jiang Feng's light, drank a bowl of mushroom cheese soup, and then walked out for a while. Then he came back and said to Jiang Feng: "Today we will treat Gao Mao thoroughly, and we must ask Bi Quangong to do so!"

Gao Mao lay on the bed with a little nervous mood, watching Jiang Feng and Mr. Feng, the old and the young, whispering there, 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.

Gao Mao looked at his cousin and found that Gao Ziyi was looking at Jiang Feng with some concern. Obviously, he was also worried about whether Jiang Feng could really use the golden needle to cure his cousin's serious illness. However, the arrow was on the string at this time and there was no time to consider other things.

Mr. Feng has been a doctor all his life and is very good at grasping people's psychology. After discussing with Jiang Feng, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Everyone likes to trust old Chinese doctors. Old Chinese doctors have rich experience and are knowledgeable, 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, which 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 Mr. Feng’s words, Jiang Feng spread his hands and said, “This is Grandpa Feng’s heart that can calm my heart.”

Gao Ziyi nodded slightly, knowing that Mr. Feng was telling the truth, but the psychological factors of ordinary people are difficult to reverse.

Uncle Feng asked Gao Ziyi to ignite sandalwood in the room, then took two gossip mirrors from his accompanying box. They 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 with lyrics for a while, then stood up and nodded and said to Jiang Feng: "Let's start!"

Jiang Feng was a little stunned when he saw it, thinking that you are a doctor or a sorcerer in the world. He even acted like a way to open the hall. If it were thirty or forty years in the morning, it would have been treated as a feudal remnant to dictatorship.

Uncle Feng saw that Jiang Feng was a little dazed, so 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."

Jiang Feng nodded and calmed down. Not to mention, Sandalwood did have a little effect of concentrating and calming down. Now Jiang Feng felt that his mind was very calm and his mind was very flexible.

Jiang Feng shook the golden needle in his hand, and the internal energy was everywhere, so the golden needle moved like a spiritual snake, instead of simply turning it hard and straight.

"Why does Xiao Feng feel like he is holding a needle like he has pinched a bug? If he continues like this, will he have a correct head?" Gao Ziyi said to Mr. Feng next to him with some concern.

"Don't worry, this is the normal situation." Mr. Feng smiled.

Jiang Feng concentrated his energy all over his body, leaving only a small golden needle, Gao Mao lying on the bed, and even Mr. Feng and Gao Ziyi were automatically ignored by him at this time.

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

Jiang Feng grabbed the golden needle and stared at the cold air with his 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 greatest enemy of life and death, and wanted to wander elsewhere. However, Yanglingquan was its nest that he had been in for more than ten years, and seemed to be unable to give up, so he wandered around.

Uncle Feng and others around him saw it and found that Jiang Feng was standing there without saying a word. He seemed to emit a light like a substance in his eyes, staring at Gao Mao's legs. The golden needle was pinching 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, Jiang Feng's hand slowly but steadily sank down. The golden needle twisted its body and collided violently with the cold poison. Gao Mao felt that a huge force seemed to be hit by a huge force on his legs!

Then, Gao 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. From the tailbone, a little true yang in the snow mountain suddenly evoked, and it rose upwards along the Du meridian behind it, and when passing through the Du meridian acupoints, Gao Mao felt that a skylight was opened above his head, and 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.

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

Jiang Feng's golden needle was dancing up and down, like a little man dancing a tap dance, trembling and twisting on Gaomao's Yanglingquan. Every time he lifted it up, you could see a black air gathering around the golden needle, and then it was melted and disappeared by Jiang Feng's golden needle.

Jiang Feng stood there with the golden needle, and continued for half an hour. At the end, his forehead was slightly sweating, 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.

Uncle Feng looked at it seriously, and looked at the golden needle that Jiang Feng pointed, and seemed to have some enlightenment.

Gao Ziyi, Aunt Feng and Feng Tianlin, who were watching in the room, were as confused as if they were falling into a cloud. From beginning to end, they only saw Jiang Feng standing there with a golden needle, and not even changing the acupoints, but just poking them around in Yanglingquan, as if a naughty boy was abused by his classmates.

"Is this a treatment?" Gao Ziyi couldn't help but ask her colleagues.

"I don't know, it looks a bit incredible." Feng Tianlin couldn't say it.

However, Gao 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.

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

Gao 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, Jiang Feng had already put away the golden needle in his hand and stood aside.

"Ah..." Gao Mao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly shouted, jumped 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?!" Gao Mao couldn't accept this change. He was extremely excited, but his feet still felt a little sluggish and sat down on the ground.

When Gao Ziyi saw her cousin walking 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.

Mr. Feng laughed and said, "I have recovered from a long illness for the first time. How could I recover so easily? But now the severity has passed. I have been doing well for the last week and it will be almost done."

Until now, Aunt Feng and Feng Tianlin and his son were shocked to find out that they had witnessed the emergence of a miracle doctor. Jiang Feng took the initiative to write another myth in the apricot forest with the magic needle in his hand.

The reason why Gao 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.

Gao Ziyi helped Gao Mao to the bed and sat down. Then she walked towards Jiang Feng, wiped the sweat beads on his head, and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

Jiang Feng thought about it carefully, frowned and stopped for a long time, and finally patted his stomach and said to Gao Ziyi: "There is nothing else, it's just that the consumption just now is too high, and now I'm hungry!"

Jiang Feng didn't joke about the treatment just now. Not only did it last for a long time, it consumed a lot of energy, but it also consumed a lot of energy to Jiang Feng's physical strength.

"Okay, after we go home, I will make delicious food to comfort you." Gao Ziyi untied a knot that had troubled her for several years, and now she is in a good mood.

"Then let's say that." Jiang Feng smiled. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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