Chapter 8 Cinnabar pen cures diseases

"Young man, it's best not to talk too much." Wei Gongxun frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied.

"Okay, since my brother-in-law has spoken, let's ask Dr. He to stay and take a look together. It must be a valuable learning opportunity for him."

Seeing that his brother-in-law was unhappy, Zheng Shifan didn't insist anymore and hurriedly made things right.

Lin Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had only heard that Ji Shitang had good hands and benevolent heart, but he had never heard of Ji Shitang's eyes being superior to others. Today he had experienced it.

After everyone waited for a while, Zheng Jiacheng walked out of the inner room. They saw that he was wearing a white satin Tang suit, with steady steps, fair hair and a childlike face, and full of energy. He did not look sick at all.

"Meritor, you're here too, sit down, sit down quickly."

Zheng Jiacheng's attitude is very easy-going, but the aura of a king who has been giving orders for a long time is naturally revealed.

"Who is the grandson of Master Song of Jishi Hall?"

After everyone sat down, Zheng Jiacheng glanced at Lin Yu and Song Zheng, rubbing two black and red Wenwan walnuts in his hands.

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, I am Song Zheng from Jishi Hall. My grandfather asked me to come to see you. He told me before leaving. Although you paid tens of millions of dollars for medical treatment, our Jishi Hall will give you eight

fold."

Song Zheng smiled and said, with a rather proud look on his face. Two million, he gave it up as soon as he gave it. Jishitang is so grand.

"Okay, as expected, a hero comes from a young age. Since Mr. Song is willing to let you come, you must be outstanding. Don't worry, as long as you help me cure the disease, I won't miss a penny."

Zheng Jiacheng said loudly that this little money was nothing to him.

"Dad, I also hired a doctor for you. He is a little miracle doctor, and his medical skills are also very superb." Wei Gongxun hurriedly recommended himself for Lin Yu.

"Okay, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and now the world is dominated by young people. Then we will be in trouble for these two little friends." Zheng Jiacheng said with a smile, and then ordered the butler to serve tea.

"Mr. Zheng, shouldn't we start diagnosis and treatment now?" Song Zheng couldn't help but wonder when he saw that Zheng Jiacheng had no intention of seeing a doctor.

"Haha, if I look at it now, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell anything." Zheng Jiacheng said with a helpless smile, "I've seen a doctor before. After the examination, all the characteristics were normal, and there was no problem diagnosed at all. Only when I have a headache,

Only then can the symptoms be seen.”

"Oh? So weird?" Song Zheng was a little confused, then walked up to Zheng Jiacheng and asked if he could feel his pulse.

Zheng Jiacheng did not refuse and showed his wrist to Song Zheng for a try. Song Zheng's expression changed and there was indeed no problem with his pulse. Moreover, the pulse showed that Mr. Zheng was in very good health.

"Brother Song, don't worry. If you wait another hour, Mr. Zheng's illness should attack." Lin Yu looked at the clock on the wall and said.

"Oh? My little friend, how did you know that I would get sick in an hour?" Zheng Jiacheng looked slightly surprised.

"The Health Bureau told me that you have a migraine. It's noon in an hour. The temperature rises and the virtual fire rises, which leads to the infusion of qi and blood, which can easily lead to migraines." Lin Yu explained with a smile and glanced over inadvertently.

Looking at the pair of Wenwan walnuts in Zheng Jiacheng's hand.

Zheng Jiacheng smiled and nodded to Lin Yu, expressing his approval. Song Zheng on the side snorted coldly, feeling a little unhappy.

Just as Lin Yu said, near noon, Zheng Jiacheng's expression suddenly changed, and his expression suddenly became extremely painful. He held his head with both hands, and big beads of sweat fell down on his face.

"Mr. Zheng, please hold on, I'll give you an acupuncture right now." Song Zheng stretched out his hand to test Zheng Jiacheng's pulse, then took out a needle bag from the medical kit, took out several silver needles, and pointed them at Zheng Jiacheng's elbow.

The Qinglengyuan and Tianjing points on the Sanjiao Meridian were pricked, and then several more acupuncture points on the head and shoulders were pricked.

"Searching for the Divine Needle?" Lin Yu was slightly surprised. No wonder this Song Zheng was so arrogant. It turned out that he really had real talent and learning.

Hearing Lin Yu call out his acupuncture technique, Song Zheng was also a little surprised, and said with an arrogant expression: "Not bad, I have some knowledge."

After Song Zheng finished this set of acupuncture, the pain on Zheng Jiacheng's face softened significantly.

"Haha, Jishitang really deserves its reputation!"

Seeing the pain on his father's face fade away, Zheng Shifan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It takes a little effort." Song Zheng smiled calmly.

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jiacheng, who had a calm expression, suddenly shook his body, held his head with both hands again, and let out a low roar of pain, which was even more serious than before.

The faces of the people in the room changed instantly. Song Zheng couldn't help but be startled and said to himself: "It's impossible!"

As he said that, he quickly stepped forward to test Zheng Jiacheng's pulse. His face instantly turned pale, and his pulse jumped up and down, in and out, which was very strange.

"Brother Song, why are you still standing there? Think of a solution quickly." Zheng Shifan said urgently.

Song Zheng was also in a panic at this time and didn't know what to do.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Lin Yu rushed forward and quickly removed the silver needles from Zheng Jiacheng's body. Then he took six silver needles and inserted them into the six acupuncture points on his neck and shoulders.

"Ask...ask about the life acupuncture method?"

Song Zheng opened his mouth in surprise.

"Not bad, I have some knowledge." Lin Yu calmly threw Song Zheng's words back to him.

Seeing Lin Yu's injection of these few needles, Zheng Jiacheng relaxed instantly. The pain in his head suddenly disappeared, and his face gradually turned rosy.

"Dad, how do you feel?" Wei Gongxun looked overjoyed. Unexpectedly, this He Jiarong was really an expert.

"much better."

Zheng Jiacheng forced out a weak smile, his breathing gradually became steady, and the housekeeper hurriedly came over to help him wipe the sweat off his face.

Zheng Shifan was not in a hurry to be happy, fearing that the same situation would recur, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see anything strange about his father.

Only then did he feel relieved and asked Lin Yu, "Little brother, has my father's disease been stopped or cured?"

"Stop it."

"Is there any way to cure it?"

Song Zheng's face turned pale and blue. It was obvious that he had lost Zheng Shifan's trust, but he had failed just now and now he no longer had the right to speak.
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