Through the thin pants, He Sheng accurately stabbed the needle into the Sanli acupoint of Jiangyue Zu. Under the prick, He Sheng gently pulled the needle, and the needle began to swing and rotate regularly.

Cui Sanming, who was standing beside him, looked at the scene with shock on his face.

"Boy! Did you see it? This is the authentic lotus needle!" Cui Sanming slapped Cui Erliang on the back of the head.

"Brother, I saw it, stop hitting..."

He Sheng gave the needle quickly and steadily. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yue's feet were covered with needles.

Because of the thin embroidered trousers, the silver needle swings not much, but despite this, Jiang Yue was still stunned.

A moment later, Jiang Yue's feet and hands were pricked with hair needles, and two other needles were pricked on Jiang Yue's Taichong acupoint. However, because Taichong acupoint was on the soles of his feet, He Sheng did not ask Jiang Yue to take off his shoes. The hair needle lightly pierced it, and directly penetrated the shoes and accurately pierced it on the acupoint.

"Okay." He Sheng clapped his hands and stood up.

Jiang Zhonghe, who was standing beside him, hurried over and looked at He Sheng in confusion: "He Sheng, is that good?"

"Don't worry, wait twenty minutes." He Sheng said, looking at the long table in the lobby, which was when Jiang Yue was painting just now: "Grandpa Jiang, I'll borrow paper and pen to write a prescription."

"Oh, you can use it casually. Those are Yue'er's four treasures of study." Jiang Zhonghe said hurriedly.

He Sheng didn't say anything, walked to the long table, pulled out a new piece of paper from Jiang Yue's painting, and then he picked up a brush, and wrote a prescription on the paper quickly. He Sheng wrote the dosage of each medicinal material behind the medicinal material.

He Sheng picked up this drawing paper and had a bad smile on his face.

Others write prescriptions on ordinary-sized paper, and the fonts are neither large nor small, but He Sheng writes a whole piece of rice paper in a dense way, with the words as big as a face.

It's been a long time since I wrote a calligraphy brush. Looking at this prescription, He Sheng nodded boastfully.

"Grandpa Jiang, this is a prescription." He Sheng handed the rice paper to Jiang Zhonghe.

Jiang Zhonghe hurriedly greeted him with both hands, but just glanced at him, and he was stunned.

"Good words! Good words!"

Jiang Zhonghe praised repeatedly. The character He Sheng was full of wood, with a steady structure and a neat structure, but in every stroke, it also had a bold and unrestrained aura.

As an old collector, Jiang Zhonghe has seen many calligraphy and paintings from famous artists, and he is naturally quite researching brush calligraphy. Most people have their own habits when writing brush calligraphy, such as heavy strokes and light strokes, or short horizontal strokes and long vertical strokes. Such characters are beautiful overall, but when they are studied one by one, they always feel that something is missing.

But every word in He Sheng is just right. The brush and ink are rich in where it should be heavy, and the ink color is dry when it should be light. It can be said that the dragon and the phoenix dance with a fluttering mind.

"Grandpa Jiang praised it, I wrote it casually." He Sheng said casually.

Jiang Zhonghe's eyes were turbid, and he looked at He Sheng as if he was looking at an antique treasure.

"You can write such a good handwriting by writing any randomly. If you take it seriously, your handwriting will definitely look better!" Jiang Zhonghe was very excited.

He heard this and felt speechless, smiled awkwardly, and did not say much.

"Grandpa, I want to see Brother He Sheng's words." Jiang Yue, who was standing beside him, also said hurriedly.

Jiang Zhonghe nodded, carefully held the prescription written by He Sheng and handed it to Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue looked at it carefully and nodded gently: "It's vigorous and powerful, the font is a quiet and gentle posture, it's indeed a good handwriting! Brother He Sheng, I like this handwriting you very much. Can you give it to me?"

He Sheng was immediately happy and scratched his head with a wry smile: "This is a prescription, it was originally written for you..."

"Okay, after I catch the medicine, I must frame it and hang it in my boudoir!"

“…”

More than ten minutes passed, and He Sheng thought about it almost enough, and slowly walked to Jiang Yue.

"Sister Yue'er, how do you feel?" He Sheng asked Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue pursed her lips, felt it carefully, and then looked at her feet, with a look of nervousness on her little face.

"I feel like I can't describe it. My feet were not conscious at all during the day, and I was very numb at night, but now, it seems that I can move my toes..."

Looking at Jiang Yue's appearance, even He Sheng couldn't help but smile.

"It's not just about moving your toes. Wait, I'll pull out the needle and lead you away." As he said that, He Sheng began to pull out the needle.

"Ah?" Jiang Yue's eyes were flashing in incredible: "Can I go downstairs and walk?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem. I'll try it with you."

It is naturally faster to pull the needle than to apply it. He Sheng pulled down the needle from Jiang Yue's body after a few strokes. Then He Sheng stood up and stretched out his right hand to Jiang Yue.

"Catch my arm." He Sheng said.

Jiang Yue still felt a little unbelievable, but when she heard He Sheng say this, she nodded and put her little hand on He Sheng's arm.

He Sheng used a little force on his arm and slowly lifted Jiang Yue's body upwards.

Jiang Yue's feet looked a little numb, perhaps because she hadn't walked down the ground for a long time. When she just stood up, she almost fell to the ground again. However, He Sheng's arm was even better than a crutch. Jiang Yue hurriedly grabbed it with both hands, supported He Sheng's arm, and slowly stood up.

"I'm standing up?" Jiang Yue looked at her feet incredibly, and her eyes were filled with joy.

"Try taking two steps and raise your foot." He Sheng said.

"good..."

With surprise and uneasiness, Jiang Yue tried to control her right foot, slowly took a step forward, and then her left foot.

Walking from the house to the door one after another, Jiang Yue took six steps in a row.

"Yue'er..." Jiang Zhonghe, who was standing beside him, almost burst into tears when he saw this scene. Jiang Yue was his heart flesh. There were so many treasures in his old house, which were not as good as his granddaughter. Now that he saw that his granddaughter could actually walk down the ground, Jiang Zhonghe was very excited.

"Grandpa, I can leave by myself! My feet are conscious!" Jiang Yue said to Jiang Zhonghe with a smile.

"Okay! OK! Slow down..." Jiang Zhonghe cried and laughed, and his heart was mixed.

When he looked at He Sheng, Jiang Zhonghe's eyes were full of gratitude, and he suddenly understood the intention of Qin Baojun's phone call.

Two days ago, Qin Baojun called him and said that Qin Jing was coming to borrow some money from him. At that time, because he agreed to Cui Erliang and wanted to use the old house as a medical treatment, Jiang Zhonghe had to refuse and told Qin Baojun the reason.

But after hearing this, Qin Baojun said that he would still let Qin Jing come over, and Qin Jing would bring someone here.

Jiang Zhonghe was puzzled at that time. He had already said that he had no money and the old man asked his granddaughter to come over. Isn’t this embarrassing him?
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