God of Cooking Dad: Spoil his daughter to heaven

"These are small things, is there anything else?"

Ji Menglan finished what Qin Mo ordered.

Only then did he squat down and watch Qin Mo start taking the herbs out of his backpack.

These herbs have been divided, and Qin Mo threw these herbs into the medicine jar in batches.

Ji Menglan didn't notice at all that she squatted like this.

The body was exposed in front of Qin Mo, but fortunately Qin Mo didn't notice it at this time.

"Big boy, what are you doing?"

Ji Menglan looked at it for a while, and Qin Mo didn't seem to be cooking medicine at all.

I am very familiar with cooking medicine.

I don't know how many times I have cooked it since I was a child, and every time I came back from school, I was used as a child laborer.

"ointment!"

Qin Mo continued to increase the firepower, and the herbs in the medicine jar were steamed for half an hour.

The moisture inside evaporates continuously and slowly turns into a vinyl shape.

"Forget it, let's just make use of it first!"

Looking at the contents of the medicine jar, Qin Mo shook his head dissatisfied.

However, the current conditions do not allow it, and I cannot meet my requirements.

Although the brewed stuff has only a few medicinal effects.

To be able to do it under such circumstances, Qin Mo knew that he should not be too demanding.

"Ointment, this is the first time I've seen someone make it like this, but it looks like the one on TV, using sugar cane to make white sugar."

"The principles are the same, but the requirements are higher."

When making these herbal ointments, Qin Mo patiently explained to Ji Menglan.

"These herbs are boiled into plasters, what are they used for?"

Ji Menglan was still very curious about this.

"Used to recover from trauma!"

Qin Mo pointed to his right arm and said.

"In that case, handsome man, you know Chinese medicine!"

After half an hour.

Ji Xiangming gave the old customer a massage and went back to the back.

Just seeing Qin Mo, he poured out the contents of the medicine jar.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Ji Xiangming walked over curiously, smelling a faint fragrance in the air.

Smelling it carefully, a lump of black ointment came out from right in front of my eyes.

"What is this?"

Ji Xiangming is not as ignorant as his daughter, if he guessed correctly.

The lump of black ointment in front of me cannot be bought in the market.

The most important thing is, from the scent it exudes, the efficacy of this medicine is not too bad, but I don't know what to use it for?

"Dad, don't ask. These black ointments are used to treat trauma. I heard that they are also effective on scars."

Watching Qin Mo little by little, he made these ointments into thumb-sized pills.

Ji Xiangming took a little bit with his fingers, put it next to his nose, and smelled it seriously.

"Young man, you are very familiar with the medicinal properties of these medicinal materials!"

"Know a thing or two!"

Qin Mo said modestly, and began to untie the bandages on his arms.

"I want to help you!"

It was difficult to untie Qin Mo alone, but the nurse helped to tie him up.

I'm afraid it will fall off halfway, so I tied it a little tight.

"This girl is not so enthusiastic about her own father!"

Seeing this, Ji Xiangming felt his lips a little sour.

"It hurt so badly!"

Seeing the ten centimeter wound, the two couldn't help but gasp.

At first I just thought it was a normal scratch, but I didn't expect that it was not only long but also deep, and the suspicion was gone.

"Aren't you in pain?"

Ji Menglan herself felt a tingling sensation just by taking a look at it.

"It doesn't hurt!"

After Ji Menglan's reminder, it seemed that besides being hurt at that time, he felt severe pain when he was injured.

After treating the wound later, the pain eased a lot.

Only when I swing my arm, I feel a little tingling, it doesn't feel like being stabbed at all.

"Could it be because of the physique of the lottery draw?"

This is the reason Qin Mo gave to convince himself.

"What a strange thing!"

"Young man, this is the silver needle you want. Why do you want this?"

Ji Xiangming knew that Qin Mo knew a little about Chinese medicine through the herbal medicine he had just brewed.

It's just that I don't know, what does he need this silver needle for?
Is it used to dredge the meridians, isn't it exacerbating the degree of wound deterioration?

What is most needed now is to prevent secondary bleeding from the wound. If silver needles are used, wouldn't it be to speed up blood circulation.

In this case, the degree of wound recovery will be slower.

"Speed ​​up the recovery of the wound!"

Regarding Ji Xiangming's question, Qin Mo did not choose to hide it.

"The silver needle still has this effect?"

This is the first time I have heard it since I have practiced Chinese medicine for decades.

It must not be Qin Mo's own random thinking.

"If it's just silver needles, it can't be done. If you add these herbal ointments, it might be possible."

Qin Mo pointed to the herbal ointment that had been poured out.

And spread out the silver needles on the table.

"I'll come!"

Seeing Qin Mo working with one hand always felt weird, so Ji Menglan took over.

Spread out a set of silver needles in front of Qin Mo.

"Do you still need an alcohol lamp!"

Ji Xiangming knew what Qin Mo was looking for, and it seemed that he was really going to do it.

"Young man, wait for me!"

I also want to see what Qin Mo wants to do.

"Help me put all these herbal ointments on the wound."

Why do you do it yourself when someone next to you can instigate it.

"I'll do this myself!"

Seeing that Ji Xiangming wanted to sterilize the silver needles for himself, Qin Mo refused to help.

After passing through the hands of others, is this disinfection still effective?

"It's still a bit of a skill!"

Just glanced at it, and Qin Mo gestured with a silver needle in his hand.

Ji Xiangming knew that he might be mistaken.

Holding the silver needle on an alcohol lamp for disinfection, his hand was too steady.

After disinfecting nine silver needles in a row, Qin Mo neatly placed them on the gauze.

"Need nine?"

Ji Xiangming thought about it seriously, among the allusions he had read.

Is there any kind of treatment method? There are nine roots in total, but I have thought about everything I can think of, and I still have no idea.

At this time, Qin Mo had already picked up the first thinnest silver needle.

Before both of them could react, the silver needle in his hand disappeared.

"So fast!"

Ji Xiangming was shocked, his eyes couldn't keep up with his hand speed.

This is more than that, after picking up the second silver needle.

Disappearing in Qin Mo's hands again, this is a ray of sunlight.

It just happened to shine on the two silver needles that had disappeared before, and Ji Xiangming finally found their position.

It turned out that Qin Mo had already inserted it near the wound on his arm.

"This is impossible!"

After looking carefully, I realized that the position of Qin Mo's needle was not bad at all.

It is a hidden point in the human body, and most people really don't know it.

And this acupuncture point, according to each person's body is different, the location will also change.

But just now, Qin Mo injected the needle at such a fast speed that he didn't even have a chance to find confirmation.

That is to say, the moment he gave the needle, he knew the specific location of the acupuncture point in his heart.

"Wait, this is"

After Qin Mo injected the needle, Ji Xiangming saw something different.

At the time of the sixth needle, the problem is seen, which seems to be based on what the needle is dropped on.

"Nine stars."

Ji Xiangming finally remembered that he saw it in an ancient book.

"This is the Nine Beads Star!"