Reborn 1980: Making a fortune and raising babies

When Jing Yangui said this, his face became a little more solemn: "Now the enemy of Chinese medicine is not colleagues, but the impact and doubts from all levels."

Mr. Huang was a little surprised to hear her words, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

After pondering for a while, he sighed softly: "Although you are young, you can see more clearly than an old man like me. You have said a lot. We Chinese medicine practitioners should hug each other instead of guarding against each other. .”

Jing Yangui had pulled out all the needles at this time, looked at him with a smile and said, "How do you feel?"

Mr. Huang stretched his legs, and found that the legs that were stagnant before felt a lot easier, and the legs that could not be bent before could be bent.

He moved his legs a little unexpectedly, his expression changed back and forth several times, and he looked at Jing Yangui with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Although Jing Yangui was very proficient when he dropped the needle just now, he knew that there was still a big gap between proficient use of needles and healing.

Acupuncture seems to be just a simple drop of needles, but in fact there are many details in it, and she has mastered it just right.

Compared with Huang Jinjin, her acupuncture and moxibustion skills are really superior.

He sighed softly, and Jing Yan asked: "Is there no effect?"

Mr. Huang shook his head: "It's not that it doesn't work, but it's too effective. Can I ask you to look at my legs in the future?"

Jing Yangui didn't reply yet, he smiled and said, "The consultation fee is the bronze man."

Jing Yangui was taken aback: "The bronze man is a family heirloom of your Huang family, you can't do it!"

"You can let me come over from time to time to study the bronze figure, I'm already very happy, but I dare not take the bronze figure for myself."

Mr. Huang also felt that his proposals just now seemed a little impulsive. The description he had received about Jing Yangui from Huang Jin earlier was greedy. He thought she would agree, but he didn't expect her to refuse.

He looked at Jing Yangui in shock again, and asked, "This opportunity is once in a lifetime, why did you refuse?"

The corners of Jing Yangui's mouth curled slightly: "I can't take things that aren't mine, I only want things that belong to me."

Mr. Huang's eyes added a bit of admiration. By this time, he already knew that Huang Jin's prejudice against Jing Yangui was too great.

"You're fine," he said slowly.

Jing Yangui smiled slightly: "Thank you Huang Lao for your compliment."

At this moment, Huang Jin ran in from the outside: "Uncle, Jing Yangui hasn't come yet, I don't think she will come..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Jing Yangui, swallowed the rest of his words, and looked at her with complicated eyes.

Mr. Huang said softly, "I have already passed the examination of Dr. Jing's medical skills, and she is better than you, an incompetent bastard!"

Huang Jin winked at him, asking Mr. Huang to save him some face.

Mr. Huang would see that he was not pleasing to the eye, and said coldly, "Are your eyes convulsed?"

Huang Jin: "..."

He coughed lightly: "Uncle, I'm getting old anyway, save me some face."

Although he knew that Jing Yangui's medical skills were much better than his, but knowing it was one thing, but admitting it face to face was another.

Besides, he didn't have a good time with Jing Yangui before, he didn't like her, and he wanted to maintain his image.

Mr. Huang picked up his crutches and knocked on him: "You still know how to save face! Now you not only lose face, you don't even have face."

Huang Jin hurriedly avoided, but Mr. Huang's legs were much better than before, and the space in the room was so small that he had nowhere to hide, and was beaten several times.

He was a little surprised and asked, "Uncle, don't your legs hurt?"

Early this morning, Mr. Huang complained that his legs hurt. This was an old problem, and Huang Jin didn't take it too seriously, because every time he gave Mr. Huang acupuncture treatment, the effect was not good.

And every time Mr. Huang has a problem with his legs, it takes half a month. This time he healed too quickly!
Mr. Huang glared at him: "You just found out! It was Dr. Jing who cured me!"

Huang Jin stood there stunned, with some disbelief in his eyes.

He knew too well how intractable the problem on old man Huang's leg was, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it.

Mr. Huang picked up the crutch angrily and greeted him: "What are you pinching? Why don't you go and bring the bronze man here?"

After being beaten, Huang Jin still looked dazed: "Uncle, how good are your legs?"

Mr. Huang glared at him, while Jing Yangui said, "Mr. Huang's leg is an old injury, and the cold air has entered his body for too many years. It is impossible to completely cure it. We can only dredge the meridians."

"If you unblock it well, there will be fewer seizures in the future. When there are no seizures, there is no problem with walking."

Mr. Huang said with a smile: "I know the condition of my leg the most. I didn't point out that I can walk like a normal person. It would be great if I could suffer less."

"So for me, if you help me heal my leg to this extent, it is considered cured!"

When Jing Yangui heard what he said, she chuckled lightly.

Mr. Huang has been troubled by leg injuries and cold for many years, and now he is better, which is already a good result for him.

She knows the psychology of many patients. Although Mr. Huang is a doctor, he is also a patient.

And because he is a doctor, he recognizes Jing Yangui's medical skills even more, and knows how difficult it is.

Not to mention the fact that Huang Jin is a negative teaching material. In contrast, Jing Yangui's medical skills are even more brilliant.

Seeing that Huang Jin was still standing there stupidly, Mr. Huang urged him again: "Are you stupid? If you're not stupid, go get the bronze man!"

Huang Jin took a deep look at Jing Yangui, and turned to get the bronze figurine, but his mood at this time was a little different from before, and he felt helpless that could not be said.

His talent for studying medicine is mediocre, and he is usually lazy. After all these years, he hasn't made much progress.

He has never devoted himself to researching medical skills because of old man Huang's bad legs. He always feels that it is because old man Huang's legs are too sick that he can't be cured, not because of his bad medical skills.

After all, he was in this piece of land in the imperial capital, so he felt that his medical skills were already pretty good, among other things, no one would be better than him in acupuncture and moxibustion.

Even if Jing Yangui untied more than [-] layers of meridians on the body of the bronze man last time, he still felt that Jing Yangui was just a person with good theoretical foundation, and he was the successor of Mr. Shi. He is strong.

But this time it was as if a slap had been slapped hard on his face, and he realized that he had really been watching the sky from a well all these years.

He gritted his teeth, went inside without saying a word, and took out the bronze figure.