Chapter 49 Do You Trust Me?
The young man's eyes were like the moonlight on a winter night, icy and icy, with a condescending icy cold and contempt, which made Doctor Xie's anger surge up, and without thinking, he said loudly: "Okay! Good! You! I really can't cry without seeing the coffin! This old man will make a bet with you. If you cure this young man, I thank you Chongming for kowtowing three times in public, and I worship you as your teacher. But if you don't cure people, just follow me Go to the Department of Penalties, and obediently accept the most severe punishment for posing as a doctor! Boy, do you dare?"
Hexi raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smiling smile, "It's okay to be a teacher. You are willing to recognize your master. I don't want an old and ugly apprentice like you! If you lose, just kowtow three times."
"you you--!!"
Doctor Xie blew his beard and stared angrily, wishing he could immediately rush over to break the slender neck of the young man.
But where would Hexi pay attention to him, he just looked at the little girl coldly: "I promise to do my best to treat your brother, and I am 80% sure that he will recover. But all treatments have risks, you... ...will you believe me?"
The little girl raised her head to stare at Hexi, her clear eyes glowing purple at some point, as if she had seen the most beautiful aurora in the depths of the forest.
As if possessed by a demon, she could not bear the slightest doubt and resistance in her heart, and nodded slowly.
Hexi breathed a sigh of relief with the little girl's agreement. She asked shopkeeper Zhou for help and carried the boy into the hall of Shengde Hall, and placed it on a table as long as one person.
Physician Xie and Shopkeeper Qin also followed with a frosty face. They must see with their own eyes how this brazen brat broke the cowhide and was shameful.
In the hall of Shengde Church, there were curious crowds on the third and third floors.
Hexi stood at the most important point of the crowd, and calmly took out a pack of silver needles from the space.
I saw that these silver needles were of different lengths, thick and thin, and there was a strange medicinal smell on the silver needles, which surprised the audience.
But in addition to surprise, there is more contempt and ridicule. At this moment, no one believes that a boy who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old and has no obvious spiritual power fluctuations may cure a broken meridian. of patients.
Hexi looked at his nose and heart, and began to insert the silver needle in his hand into the boy's body at the fastest speed.
The hall of Shengde Hall was brightly lit with candles, and the setting sun shining in from outside all gathered on the hands of the young man, which were like beautiful jade carvings.
Everyone only felt that the phantoms of chaotic butterflies wearing flowers kept flashing and disappearing before their eyes. In the blink of an eye, the boy who was lying on the table in tattered clothes had his shirt stripped off, and his body was covered with thin hair. The silver needles are like hedgehogs.
"This... what kind of treatment is this? How come I've never seen it before?" someone exclaimed.
"Don't say you've seen it, I haven't even heard of it!"
"Why can't I feel any spiritual energy fluctuations, doesn't she need to use spiritual energy to heal her injuries?"
The noisy discussions came one after another, but Hexi turned a deaf ear and just concentrated on playing with the silver needle in his hand and the boy's body.
This kind of continuous needle insertion and stimulation of the acupuncture points lasted for half an hour, and crystal sweat beads had already appeared on Hexi's forehead. , you can't drop it.