Chapter 9 The Genius Son

At noon, when Fang Bai returned home, his mother, Yang Mei, had already prepared food and was waiting for him.

"Mom, can you bring some meat when you cook in the future?"

While eating, Fang Bai looked at the two plates of vegetarian dishes and one plate of pickled vegetables on the table, scratched his head and said, "It's better to have beef and mutton... Well, I've been exercising recently and need to replenish energy."

His body training plan has already started, and the intensity will gradually increase in the future.

Yang Mei and her husband Fang Gang looked at each other, their expressions a little sad.

"Eat meat every day, you're not tired of eating? Let's... Let's eat it every three days from now on."

Yang Mei said that her eyes were slightly red, and she sighed secretly.

It's not that she doesn't want her son to eat more meat. It's because the family is tight and she has to figure out how to live. If, as her son said, there is always beef and mutton to eat, the family can't support it.

Fang Bai smashed the rice in the bowl, then filled a big bowl and said with a smile: "Mom, there is no money at home, right? This is no problem, I will find a way to make money in the future, and you are responsible for buying it. Just make the meat for me."

Yang Mei was startled: "Where do you, a student, go to earn money?"

"Fang Bai, although our family is poor, we must have the backbone to be poor, and we must not do those crooked things!" Fang Gang said solemnly.

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't do anything bad."

After dinner, Yang Mei went to wash the dishes, Fang Bai and his father Fang Gang sat in the courtyard chatting.

"Dad, I have been studying the ancient medical books that I have kept at home recently, and I have some understanding of acupuncture and massage. I think that with acupuncture combined with massage techniques to slowly treat, you still have a good chance of getting back on your feet."

After a while, Fang Bai squatted in front of his father, observed his legs, and said slowly.

"Well, looking at the ancient medical books at home, it's not a bad thing. But my leg... alas, it can't be cured! So many domestic famous doctors say no..."

Fang Gang shook his head and waved his hand, his tone full of sadness.

"Dad, it's fine when you're idle. I'll give you a few massages. You can see how my technique goes."

Fang Bai said as he rolled up his sleeves and pressed his hands on his father's legs.

"I think I have a talent for medicine... Oh, I'm talking about traditional Chinese medicine, and I am self-taught in acupuncture and massage... Dad, I want to open a Chinese medicine shop in the city just like you. What do you think? Sample?"

Fang Bai massaged his father and said.

Fang Gang looked down and watched his son massage him. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but his expression gradually became serious.

My son's massage technique is not like a novice at all, but like an old Chinese medicine practitioner with decades of experience in practicing medicine. It's a pity.

"Are you really self-taught?"

Fang Gang looked at his son, as if he didn't know him at all, with an incredible look on his face.

Fang Gang knew that his son's major in medical school was Western medicine, but he never thought that he would actually learn Chinese medicine by himself. For Fang Gang, who came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, he was not only happy, but also a little more emotional.

Fang Bai nodded and said with a smile, "Dad, is my massage technique okay?"

Fang Gang said: "Passable! Passable! Better than me... If you can handle the weight well, it's really no problem to open a massage parlour! But..."

He changed his voice and said sternly: "Let's learn your western medicine well, don't think about opening a Chinese medicine clinic... Alas, today's traditional Chinese medicine is dead, no matter how well you learn it, there is no way out... I'm just an example. …”

Fang Bai didn't argue, he found the box of silver needles he had found last night in his room, rolled up his father's trouser legs above his knees, and said, "Dad, how about you try the acupuncture I taught myself..."

Fang Gang watched his son put the sterilized silver needles into his legs one by one, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Good boy, you are going to use my body for testing! Okay, my legs are broken anyway. , just toss about it!"

Fang Bai's acupuncture was extremely fast, and the acupoints were accurately recognized. In the blink of an eye, the silver needles had penetrated Fang Gang's Quchi, Hegu, Zhongwan, Zusanli and other acupoints respectively, without the slightest deviation.

"Okay, looking at your acupuncture technique, acupuncture is better than mine. Good boy, it's really hard for you."

Fang Gang was full of admiration for his son's acupuncture and massage techniques, which are beyond the reach of some old Chinese medicine practitioners who have practiced medicine for many years.

"If my son really opens a Chinese medicine clinic, and our father and son go into battle together, maybe the business will be very good... However, Fang Bai's mother will definitely object... Sigh..."

Fang Gang was in a trance, and suddenly felt a thin needle-like heat flow into his body, and quickly rushed to the damaged spinal nerve in his waist.

Stimulated by the heat flow, Fang Gang felt that his legs, which had been paralyzed for several months, suddenly felt like an overcurrent, and he felt a tingling pain.

Although this feeling was slight and transient, it made Fang Gang ecstatic.

"Dad, did you feel a little numbness and pain in your legs just now?"

"Um."

Seeing his son twisting a silver needle in his hand and smiling at him, Fang Gang suddenly burst into tears.

Fang Bai knew why his father was so excited.

After the car accident that paralyzed my father a few months ago, the family spent a lot of money, and the doctor did not look for a little less. I hoped that my father would be able to stand and walk again, but the result was disappointing.

Almost all doctors told my father: You can only spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.

My father didn't believe it at first, but after trying various treatments, his legs were still numb, and he was finally in complete despair.

But now, he only used a few small silver needles, and after a few months, his father once again experienced that long-lost tingling feeling, how could he not cry with joy?

As an old Chinese medicine practitioner who has practiced medicine for many years, Fang Gang knows that the sensation of his legs is a good sign, indicating that his legs still have the possibility of healing.

"Dad, I will massage and acupuncture for you every noon in the future. Maybe after three or five months, you will be able to stand up again like a normal person."

Seeing his father's snot and tears, Fang Bai put away the silver needle, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help laughing.

The acupuncture and massage session just now didn't take long, but Fang Bai's energy was exhausted, as if he had run a marathon, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

"What are you two doing?"

Yang Mei walked into the courtyard after finishing her work in the kitchen. Seeing her son squatting in front of her husband's wheelchair, they both cried and laughed. They couldn't help feeling strange.

Fang Gang took a wet towel from his son, wiped his face vigorously, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Wife, I didn't believe that there were geniuses in this world before, but now... I believe it!"

"God babbling... I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Our son is a genius!"

"That's right, don't look at who gave birth to a son!"

"If our son transfers to Chinese medicine, he will open a Chinese medicine shop after graduation..."

"Stop! Fang Gang, I won't let my son follow your old path! I can't let him study Chinese medicine!"

"What's wrong with TCM? There is hope for TCM to cure my leg..."

"Your legs? Wait... what's going on?"

"Hey, our son..."

Fang Bai could probably guess what his parents would say next, but he didn't have the heart to listen.

He turned around and entered his room, hid on the bed, and performed the "Dragon Tiger Lion Elephant Exercise" to adjust his breath, and began to restore his excessively depleted energy.