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Facing Shang Dongbi's condescending and oppressive eyes, Wang Yi just picked up at random, and the oppressive feeling disappeared by itself.

"Are you really sure?"

Wang Yi said nothing.

Liu Zhiyong hurriedly said: "My master never breaks his promise when he speaks."

Hearing this, Shang Dongbi invited Tan Chunshan to the nearby doctor's table to diagnose Tan Chunshan's pulse in person.

Three minutes later, Shang Dongbi's face was full of doubts.

"Mr. Shang, how is my condition?" Tan Chunshan asked.

"Not good," Shang Dongbi shook his head, looked at Wang Yi again, and asked, "You really can?"

Tan Chunshan's condition is too complicated, involving meridians, to be cured, not only a lot of precious medicinal materials are needed.

Acupuncture is also needed to open the meridians and activate the arteries.

It is impossible to achieve this step without the legendary use of Qi to move the needle.

"Of course, I have personally seen Master's use of qi to transport needles." Liu Zhiyong naturally defended his master.

"I do not believe!"

"Don't look at me researching acupuncture with Qi all day, in fact, it doesn't exist at all."

Although Shang Dongbi really wanted to see how to use Qi to move needles, he absolutely couldn't believe that a guy in his 20s would know how to do it.

"Why did you ask a young man to come to me and lie to me?"

"As long as you find a senior in the medical field, I will not help you."

Seeing that he couldn't convince Shang Dongbi, Liu Zhiyong hurriedly turned around and looked for Wang Yi.

"Master, look..."

"It's okay, I came here this time, and I originally wanted to teach you the method of using Qi to move needles."

"After all, the original intention of studying medicine is to benefit mankind."

After hearing Wang Yi's words, Shang Dongbi blushed.

Compared to this young man, he, Shang Dongbi, was considered a famous senior, but he didn't even have this awareness.

Just for this point alone, Shang Dongbi felt that Liu Zhiyong was absolutely right to worship this master.

"I need some medicinal herbs. I took a general look, and you have them here."

Wang Yi walked to Tan Chunshan, gave the old man his pulse, and then looked at Shang Dongbi.

"What do you need?" Shang Dongbi subconsciously replied.

Wang Yi's performance just now had already subdued half of Shang Dongbi's stubbornness.

The remaining half is completely tied down by curiosity.

Otherwise, Shang Dongbi would definitely be completely convinced.

Just like now, he almost subconsciously thinks that he is just Wang Yi's helper.

An apprentice in a pharmacy waiter.

"First of all, wormwood, three qian for those over three years old, two qian for old ones, and one qian for fresh ones."

"Seven-year-old [-] qian, saffron [-] beards, angelica [-] qian..."

Wang Yi mentioned more than 30 kinds of medicinal materials in one breath, with different years and quantities.

Shang Dongbi took the pen and paper and hurriedly memorized it.

Grab the medicine according to the prescription.

Take it out, it's actually not a lot.

"I'll fry it." Shang Dongbi showed his hospitality.

"Wait." Wang Yi stopped him.

"These medicines cannot be fried."

"Why?"

"Can't you see that some medicines will turn into poison after adding water?"

Shang Dongbi inspected it carefully before suddenly realizing it.

"Thank you for your advice, senior."

"Then how should these medicines be disposed of?"

Wang Yi didn't answer, and poured all the medicine into the pot for pounding medicine.

Wang Yi asked Shang Dongbi: "Will you?"

"meeting."

"Pound it into granules, and the final color should be pink. If not, you have to pound it again." After Wang Yi finished speaking, he took the wormwood and lit the silver needle.

Moxibustion!

Wang Yi does not have enough aura in his body now, so he needs to use external force to help him perform the acupuncture with Qi.

In the natural world, besides the aura cultivated by Wang Yi, there are many other qi.

Including, the breath of vitality, the breath of death and so on.

What Wang Yi wants to use this time is vitality.

In Tan Chunshan's body, death energy lingered.

Only by injecting vitality through external force can it exorcise evil spirits and strengthen the body.

The silver needles burnt with wormwood are full of strange fragrance.

Tan Chunshan took off his shirt and lay on the hospital bed.

Wang Yi administered more than 30 needles before he relaxed.

At this point, he was sweating profusely.

Tired almost collapsed.

Liu Zhiyong helped Wang Yi aside, and carefully served tea.

"Master, how is his condition?"

Wang Yi shook his head, closed his eyes and focused, adjusting his internal breath.

Knowing that now is not the time to ask questions, Liu Zhiyong ran to Shang Dongbi who was making medicine, bumped Shang Dongbi's shoulder, and asked, "How is my master's skill?"

Shang Dongbi gave him a pair of white eyes angrily.

"If you don't tell me about this good thing, I almost offend the expert."

"No way, my master keeps a low profile. Who knew you were so angry..." Liu Zhiyong said helplessly.

"However, this miracle doctor is really extraordinary. Look at the silver needles. Not only the acupuncture points are correct, but also the techniques used are very ancient. It can be seen that there is a real medical inheritance."

Shang Dongbi and Liu Zhiyong whispered to each other, greatly admiring Wang Yi's medical skills.

Suddenly, white mist rose from Tan Chunshan's exposed back.

lingering around his body.

In an instant, the air was filled with the pungent aroma of mugwort.

"This……"

The two hurriedly asked Wang Yi if something went wrong.

Wang Yi still closed his eyes and concentrated, ignoring what they said.

After a while, Tan Chunshan let out a hoarse roar.

Terrible.

"What should I do? Is there something wrong with him?" Shang Dongbi was like an ant on a hot pot, running around anxiously.

If Tan Chunshan died, it would have a great impact on Shang Dongbi's reputation.

After all, a man dies in his house.

"It's so uncomfortable."

Tan Chunshan roared heart-piercingly.

"Master?"

Liu Zhiyong couldn't hear Tan Chunshan's miserable cry, so he asked Wang Yi for help.

Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shang Dongbi.