I snatched Doraemon's universal pocket

The boy in the yard looked to be in his early 20s.

He is clearly a young and middle-aged man, and he should have been unrestrained outside, but now he can only sit in this wheelchair.

Perhaps it was because Li Yang's gaze was too obvious. The young man also noticed him, staring straight at him.

"Brother, who is this?"

"Oh, this is Li Yang, the doctor I brought to see you, and this is my younger brother Mo Jun."

Hearing the word doctor, Li Yang obviously noticed the rejection in Mo Jun's eyes.

"Brother, you don't have to worry about this. Didn't the doctor say..."

"Okay, those doctors don't understand, don't worry, I will definitely cure you." Qinglong interrupted directly.

As if afraid that Mo Jun would bring it up again, Qinglong turned around and left by saying that he was going to the next-door Mrs. Wang's house to grab the chicken.

Looking at his brother's stubborn back, Mo Jun shook his head helplessly.

"You don't want to see a doctor." Li Yang directly pierced his little thoughts.

Mo Jun didn't expect that he would say that and was stunned for a few seconds before he recovered.

He didn't hide his generous nod of acknowledgment either.

"Yes, anyway, I'm already a useless person. It's just a waste of time, energy and money to do all this all day long."

When he said this, the stars in Mo Jun's eyes were indifferent, as if they were a walking dead.

"But your brother didn't give up."

Li Yang comforted him, saying that the most taboo thing about treatment is that the patient has no desire to survive.

Now, the most urgent task is to awaken his survival awareness.

"Actually, during this period of time, I know that my brother has always felt guilty and thought that it was because of him that my legs were disabled."

"Don't you ever resent him?" Li Yang asked himself that he didn't have such a big heart to calmly face the indirect murderer who made his legs disabled.

Even if he is his own relative.

There's none?Of course there are.Mo Jun laughed at himself.

"When I first found out that I was disabled, I blamed my brother for everything."

Thinking of the childish behavior of going on a hunger strike when I first became disabled, I just find it funny.

But as time passed day by day, I watched my tall and burly brother bow his waist to carry him to do laundry and clean every day.

Mo Jun just lost all anger.

It was because of him that Qinglong would embark on this path in the first place, when their parents died early.

All the burdens of the family were on Qinglong. In order to support him in studying, Qinglong worked hard every day from morning to night.

Later, they were favored by the former leader of the Qinglong Gang, and their life was a little easier.

In the end, he did it on his own.

"As long as you trust me, I can cure you."

Li Yang squatted down and gently raised his trousers with his hands.

Mo Jun was so frightened that Ji Ling subconsciously reached out to stop him, but it was a pity that he was still a step too late.

His scarred legs were exposed to the air.

Although he was just sent to the hospital, the doctor tried his best to rescue his legs, but it still didn't help.

Both legs looked normal, but the meridian of leg strength was broken, and there is no cure with current medical technology.

"It's ugly." Now that it was exposed, Mo Jun also gave up covering up, and sat powerlessly on the wheelchair.

Li Yang didn't respond and carefully observed the legs under his hand, opening his perspective eyes.

The distinct meridians are displayed in front of my eyes.

Mo Jun's legs seemed to be better than he expected. Although some meridians were ruptured, they were only a very small number.

When Qinglong came in carrying the chicken, he saw Li Yang kneeling on the ground on one knee and carefully looking at his brother's legs.

"How, is there a way?"

"Yes." Li Yang nodded solemnly, looking around.

Qinglong was overjoyed, patted his chest and laughed loudly, "If you need anything, just say I'll find it."

"Exactly. Is there a wooden tube for medicinal baths?" Li Yang gestured to him to explain the size he wanted to use.

"There are some."

Hearing what he said, Qinglong just remembered that Uncle Liu next door had a wooden barrel.

Qinglong couldn't stop for a moment, and ran out the door like flying.

Not long after, Qinglong staggered in with a large wooden barrel in his arms.

Li Yang opened the bags he had brought earlier, and poured all the herbs into the bucket.

He also asked Qinglong to boil more pots of hot water, because Qinglong ran in and out more than a dozen times.

The attention of the folks was naturally attracted, and one by one they came forward to have a look.

"Hey, Mrs. Wang, what is the Mo family doing, making such a big fight?"

"Oh, I don't know either. It's just that the boss of the Mo family just asked me for a chicken and said he wanted to nourish his legs."

"Yes, yes, he just came to my house to borrow the barrel."

……

Qinglong's mind was full of his younger brother, so he naturally ignored those onlookers.

Aunt Wang happened to see him carrying two buckets, sweating profusely, and wanted to enter the house.

"Boss Mo, what are you doing?"

"Mother, I have invited a doctor to treat my younger brother, and I will go first."

As soon as the voice fell, people had already ran into the house.

After going back and forth more than a dozen times, the wooden barrel was finally packed.

Li Yang asked Qinglong to carry him into the medicine bucket to soak.

There are also various herbs floating on the water.

"Where is this earth recipe? How come it looks like soup?!"

"That's right, the boss of the Mo family must have been cheated by a charlatan somewhere."

Aunt Wang was enthusiastic, she didn't want anyone to be deceived, so she rushed into the house and pulled Qinglong out.

"I'm not talking about you. You can see that he is a liar at a young age. Don't be fooled."

The country people have a loud voice, and the discussion naturally reached Li Yang's ears.

He heard a black thread, although this medicinal bath is really like cooking soup, but it can't be said that he is a charlatan.

"Auntie, I have a sense of propriety, folks, go back and rest." Qinglong sent the aunt outside the door.

The meaning of driving people away couldn't be more obvious.

The folks didn't look very good when they saw this, and they left one after another.

When Aunt Wang left, she kept muttering, "If you don't believe me, just wait and suffer!"

But Qinglong didn't take it to heart.

He closed the door of his house so that no fellow villagers would watch the excitement and disturb the treatment.

"How long will it take?" Qinglong moved a chair and sat on the side watching.

More than ten minutes have passed, and Mo Jun just soaked in it and did nothing.

Now Mo Jun looks the same as before except for the sweat on his head.

"Okay, let's take him out."

Li Yang asked Qinglong to fish him out and take him away to change into clean clothes before pushing him over.

For convenience, he asked Qinglong to change into a pair of shorts.

Because the crippled Mo Jun lost all the shorts at home, Qinglong searched the whole house to find his own pair of shorts for him to replace.

When he pushed his younger brother back to the hall, Li Yang had already prepared the acupuncture tools.

Looking at the rows of thin long needles, Mo Jun already felt his scalp numb...