Almighty teacher system

Chapter 118 Treatment
"What a joke, so many famous doctors in the medical field can't help it, you are a young man, how dare you speak so brazenly!" The expert named Fei Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then began to sneer.

In his opinion, Shen Yi must have eavesdropped on their discussions outside to know the old man's illness. He simply did not believe that a young man could have the kind of medical skills that Tang Yuan said.

"Since I dare to say that, I will be responsible for my own words. If you are incompetent, just shut up and watch from the sidelines?" Shen Yi frowned and glared at him.

"You..." Fei Yuan turned red with anger, unable to speak.

"Ruoxi, invite this expert out, and this young man will treat my illness!" Elder Zhao gave Su Ruoxi an order, deliberately biting the word "expert" very hard.

Su Ruoxi nodded, looked at Fei Yuan with a cold face, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Please go out!"

"Miss Su, Mr. Zhao, you can't trust him. This is too ridiculous. If you treat him indiscriminately, you will die!" Fei Yuan panicked and began to yell loudly.

As soon as this statement came out, the faces of everyone present changed dramatically.

Who is Mr. Zhao? This is the old man of the Zhao family in Longjing, and this Fei Yuan is so stupid to say such a thing.

"Are you cursing me to death?" Zhao Shichang's face darkened, and an invisible coercion swept towards Fei Yuan.

Fei Yuan, who realized that he had said something wrong, felt a chill all over his body, with cold sweat dripping from his back, and hurriedly explained: "No, no, Mr. Zhao, how dare I curse you, I'm sorry. You said the wrong thing!"

"Slap your mouth, and get out!" Su Ruoxi's almond eyes widened, with an angry expression on her face.

"I..." Fei Yuan was stunned. After all, he was also the director of a big hospital. If he asked him to slap him in the face in public, how could he continue to hang out in Mingzhu in the future.

But thinking of the terrifying energy of the Zhao family, Fei Yuan didn't dare not listen, he slapped himself twice, gave Shen Yi a vicious look, turned around and left the Huichun Hall.

"What's your name?" Shen Yi walked up to the old man and asked.

"My surname is Zhao!" Elder Zhao showed a gentle smile on his somewhat pale face: "Young man, I believe in you!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will definitely cure you!" Shen Yi was a little moved by the old man's trust, and nodded heavily.

"Haha...Okay, okay, as long as my legs can be cured, no matter what you ask, I will satisfy you!" Mr. Zhao was extremely excited. He spent half his life as a soldier, and no matter what, he was unwilling to lose his legs. To become a useless person would be worse than death for him.

When Shen Yi heard the old man's words, he smiled indifferently. Seeing the respectful expressions of Tang Yuan and others, he knew that the old man's status might be very high, but he had no intention of asking for any reward.

"Mr. Tang, ask someone to prepare two wooden barrels, one with just water in it, and one with the herbs and hot water in it!" Shen Yi took out a pen and paper, wrote down a prescription and handed it to Tang Yuan.

"Is this a medicinal bath?" Tang Yuan glanced at the prescription, then looked at Shen Yi in surprise.

"Mr. Zhao's condition is a bit serious. I'll do acupuncture for him first, open up the congested meridians of his legs, and then replenish Qi and blood with a medicinal bath, so that the Qi and blood of Mr. Zhao's legs can circulate!" Shen Yi took out the silver needle while talking .

Tang Yuan nodded heavily, and handed the prescription to Tang Hui who was beside him: "Go and tell people to get things ready, and don't make any mistakes!"

"Yes!"

After what happened in the park last time, Tang Hui really began to study art with a serious heart, and his style of work became more rigorous. After taking the prescription from his father, he hurried to the pharmacy in the backyard.

"Old Zhao, I will give you the needle now!" Shen Yi squatted down holding the silver needle.

"Come on, let go, I'll give you my legs!" Elder Zhao smiled slightly.

On the side, Su Ruoxi held her little hand, her beautiful eyes were fixed on the silver needle in Shen Yi's hand, her pretty face was full of nervousness.

Those experts and doctors around also had serious expressions and dared not speak out, for fear of disturbing Shen Yi's treatment.

After all, with Zhao Shichang's status at hand, no one would dare to make a mistake. Fei Yuan, who was kicked out just now, is the best example.

However, doubts were evident in their eyes, and they did not believe that Shen Yi would have such amazing medical skills at such a young age.

Shen Yi's hands were like lightning, and quickly pierced silver needles of different lengths into the various acupuncture points on Zhao Lao's legs. He twisted or flicked his fingers, and the internal force poured into Zhao Lao's legs through the silver needles, nourishing him. The stagnated meridians and necrotic nerves.

Seeing Shen Yi's dazzled but smooth movements, the horror on the faces of a group of experts and doctors became more and more intense. When Shen Yi dropped the last needle, everyone's eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.

I saw that the tails of the silver needles kept shaking, as if there was an invisible force pushing them.

"Oh my god, using qi to control the needles is actually using qi to control the needles!" Someone couldn't help exclaiming, but the next second they saw Su Ruoxi's cold stare, and hurriedly covered it with both hands in fright. Mouth.

"Old Zhao, how do you feel?" Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the old man with a smile.

"It seems to be feeling a little bit, like there is a surge of air, it's very warm!" Zhao Shichang's old face showed a touch of excitement, his legs have been numb for a long time, although it's just a little bit now, but it's already very good sign.

Su Ruoxi, who was standing aside, suddenly had a flowery smile on her icy pretty face, her hands were clenched tightly with excitement, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"This shows that, Mr. Zhao, the nerves in your legs are not completely necrotic, and the hope of recovery is greater!" Shen Yi said with a smile.

"Yeah, young man, thank you, thank you so much!" Mr. Zhao nodded repeatedly, his eyes moist.

"My name is Shen Yi, you can just call me Xiao Yi!" Shen Yi had a gentle smile on his face, and gently twirled his fingers on the silver needle, slowly pouring his inner strength into it.

Soon, Tang Hui brought the wooden barrel and medicinal materials with him and placed them in the center of the hall.

"Old Tang, please crush those herbs and mix them into hot water!" Shen Yi turned to look at Tang Yuan.

"Okay!" Tang Yuan nodded, and handled the medicinal materials carefully according to Shen Yi's instructions.

About 10 minutes later, Tang Yuan's medicinal materials had been processed and put into the hot water bucket. Shen Yi took off the silver needles on Mr. Zhao's legs, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Come down to take a medicinal bath, you see..."

Mr. Zhao understood, looked at Su Ruoxi and said: "Ruoxi, you go out with them first, as long as there is Xiaoyi here!"

Su Ruoxi nodded lightly, looked at Shen Yi with her beautiful eyes, bent down and bowed sincerely: "Mr. Shen, then please!"

After finishing speaking, he left the hall with the group of experts and doctors, and closed the door behind him.

After everyone left, Shen Yi walked up to the wooden barrel mixed with various medicinal materials, put his hand into the wooden barrel, took out a jade bottle from the storage ring, and poured the bright red liquid inside into the wooden barrel.

These are the snake blood collected by Shen Yi from the big snake in Yunwu Mountain, which has abundant blood energy, and it is perfect for supplementing the lack of blood in Zhao Lao's legs.

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