Goddess Appraiser

When Ye Lang took the golden needles into his hands again, the tips of these golden needles had turned red. Even though they were as thin as hair, they still didn't affect Yang Qihan and Yang Shangshan who saw this. The sight of a tingling scalp.

"Ye Lang," Yang Shangshan couldn't help but said, "Did you over-simmer the golden needle?"

"No," Ye Lang shook his head and said decisively, "Uncle Zhu's cold poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Such a serious condition must use the most extreme measures to have a chance to be completely cured."

"But your golden needle is about to melt..." Yang Shangshan said hesitantly.

"Look!" Ye Lang smiled, and at the same time the golden needle was already shot out with his right hand.

Different from the technique just now, what Ye Lang used this time is exactly like the technique used by ancient assassins to throw hidden weapons.

The nine gold needles, like the nine pear blossom needles that took people's lives, completely sank into the soles of the middle-aged man's feet.

"Ye Lang! What are you doing!" Yang Shangshan at the side finally couldn't help it, he had never seen someone do acupuncture like this, "You are not treating a disease at all, you are killing people!"

"Don't talk!" Ye Lang stretched out his arm to block Yang Shangshan.

"You..." Yang Shangshan wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Lang's serious expression, he didn't know what to say.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's body began to tremble because of Ye Lang's strange needlework.

If the two rounds just now were severe pain, then this round will simply put him in hell.

The middle-aged man felt that there was no golden needle rushing into the soles of his feet with a scorching breath. Immediately afterwards, this breath turned into a heat wave and rushed into his limbs along his blood vessels and meridians. Among the bones.

After several rounds of extreme heat, the cold air in his body was finally forced out, and being alone was the real reason for the middle-aged man's pain.

Under the cold inside and hot outside, the middle-aged man was so painful that he couldn't even speak.

"Old Zhu...Old Zhu! How are you doing!" Seeing the middle-aged man's expression, Yang Shangshan was also very nervous. Whether it was public or private, he couldn't even imagine that he would let Ye Lang inject needles on him like this .

"Don't disturb him!" Ye Lang said coldly.

"Ye Lang! What do you mean! Do you know who he is?" Yang Shangshan said angrily, "I have a hundred reasons to call the guards to execute you on the spot!"

"If you really want Uncle Zhu's life, you can give it a try, but I can guarantee that the guards in this hospital won't do anything to me!" Ye Lang said in a deep voice, and at the same time his hand shot Without strength, he pushed Yang Shangshan back, "While watching, now is the most critical time."

It was the first time Yang Qihan saw Ye Lang who was so serious, so that under Ye Lang's stern and serious appearance, she actually felt a little cold.

When Yang Shangshan helplessly watched his old friend suffer and was forced to return to his seat, Yang Qihan didn't even have the courage to go up to comfort him.

"receive!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was really about to die, Ye Lang suddenly let out a violent cry, and pulled his right hand back violently as if he was holding something.

Immediately, nine gold needles that had completely submerged into the soles of the middle-aged man's feet flew out backwards.

"Cough cough... uh... cough cough..."

At the same time, the middle-aged man's body also regained consciousness, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"fall!"

Ye Lang roared again, and the nine gold needles that flew upside down fell vertically to the ground before they had time to touch his hands, and finally stuck on the ground.

It wasn't until this moment that Ye Lang's acupuncture was truly completed, and he himself seemed to have suddenly lost his strength. After shaking twice, he was about to fall backwards.

Fortunately, at this time, Yang Qihan had already caught up.

The moment the exhausted Ye Lang fell back, Yang Qihan was already standing behind him, and his head happened to be resting on Yang Qihan's firm chest, and his back was also leaning against her lower abdomen.

"Ye Lang, are you okay?" After trying to maintain his balance, Yang Qihan helped Ye Lang up, and asked in his ear.

"It's okay..." Ye Lang waved his hand, "The set just now was too exhausting... It was too exhausting, and I was a little out of strength."

"Well, it's good that you're fine." Yang Qihan felt relieved.

And Ye Lang, who recovered a little bit of physical strength, stood up again at this time, and then walked to the middle-aged man's bedside.

"Uncle Zhu, don't hold back, just vomit if you feel like vomiting." He said to the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he was slightly startled, but couldn't help it anymore.

With a "poof", a mouthful of light red blood spit out from his mouth and splashed on the ground.

"Old Zhu, what's wrong with you!" Seeing this, Yang Shangshan wanted to rush forward again.

"Qiqi, stop him, don't let him come over." Ye Lang yelled, and at the same time he pushed back a few steps.

"What are you doing!" Yang Shangshan was stopped by Yang Qihan, his face flushed and shouted.

"Look for yourself!" Ye Lang pointed at the golden needles and blood on the ground, and said with a serious expression, "If you want to feel the cold poison often, just come up."

Yang Shangshan was startled, and quickly looked down.

I saw that the two tiles where the golden needle was inserted and where the mouthful of blood was located had now been stained with a thin layer of thin frost.

"What... what is this?" Yang Shangshan asked in surprise.

"Cold poison," Ye Lang smiled slightly, "My 'Nine Turning Spirit Needle' is quite extreme, and the effect is extremely overbearing. Most of the cold poison accumulated in Uncle Zhu's body for decades is here."

"You mean, this is cold poison?" Yang Shangshan said in disbelief, "You emptied all the cold poison at once?"

"No, my god... the skill is not enough, it hasn't been completely emptied, but it's almost there." Ye Lang spread his hands, "If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Zhu how he feels now."

When Yang Shangshan heard this, he quickly looked at the middle-aged man with suspicion.

Unexpectedly, compared to Yang Shangshan, the expression on the middle-aged man's face was even more unbelievable. It seemed that something happened to him that made him unbelievable.

"Old Zhu...Old Zhu? What's wrong with you?" Yang Shangshan asked hastily.

"I... my feet... can move?" The middle-aged man was almost crying with joy, "I can move, I can move!"

"What..." Yang Shangshan was also taken aback.

But the middle-aged man has already jumped out of bed. He was half-paralyzed on the bed half an hour ago. He walked back and forth in the room as soon as he jumped out of bed. He didn't have the muscle atrophy that should be seen after half a year of paralysis. symptoms.

"This...this...how is this possible?" Yang Shangshan was even more surprised.

You know, even if Ye Lang could really get rid of the cold poison, he still didn't believe that this middle-aged man could get out of bed and walk immediately.In addition to muscle atrophy, long-term lack of exercise will also make people in a weak state, and it is impossible to recover so quickly.

"Ye Lang...how did you do it?" Yang Qihan, who was snuggling beside Ye Lang, was also shocked at this moment, and asked Ye Lang quickly.

"Did I say it, my 'Nine Turning Spirit Needle' is extremely overbearing. In addition to pulling out the cold poison, it also transformed a part of the excess heat poison into nutrition and supplied it to Uncle Zhu's weak body." Ye Lang Said with a natural look.

"But... but... but..." Yang Qihan spoke for a long time, but still didn't say anything.

"Hey, baby, have you seen how good my husband is~" Ye Lang leaned closer to Yang Qihan and said, "Your husband, I am not only good at bedtime~ I also have real kung fu in my hands!"

"Damn it, Second Uncle is still here!" Yang Qihan twitched after being teased by Ye Lang.

At this time, the middle-aged man who had walked around excitedly returned to the bed again, obviously a little tired.

And Yang Shangshan also walked to Ye Lang and Yang Qihan's side with satisfaction, signaling them to go out and talk, not to disturb the rest of the middle-aged man.

"Ye Lang," after walking out of the ward, Yang Shangshan's expression finally returned to normal, "Tell me honestly, what happened to your acupuncture technique just now? Where did you learn it from?"

"I've already said, this is the Nine-Turn Spirit Needle, I learned it without a teacher." Ye Lang spread his hands and said.

"It's impossible," Yang Shangshan said solemnly, "As far as I know, the Nine-turn Spirit Needle you mentioned does exist, but it was burned by Cao Cao as early as the Three Kingdoms era!"

"What..." Yang Qihan on the side exclaimed in a low voice, "Second Uncle, you mean that Ye Lang's acupuncture technique is Hua Tuo's secret?"

"I didn't say that," Yang Shangshan replied, "Now Ye Lang is just claiming to be. I don't have any evidence to prove that this is the formation method in Hua Tuo's burned medical book at that time, let alone..."

"What's more, according to historical records, although Hua Tuo's medical skills are superb, they are not so good, right?" Ye Lang said with a smile.

Yang Shangshan didn't speak, but nodded slightly to express his affirmation.

"Let's just say it this way," Ye Lang began to brag without drafting, "My parents died when I was young, and I have been working and studying since then. During this process, I met a strange person who taught me Three volumes of heavenly scriptures. After years of hard work, I have mastered the kung fu of the nine-turn spiritual needle."

"You mean, Hua Tuo also learned from others?" Yang Shangshan said suspiciously, "Wait...the stories in these three volumes of heavenly scriptures are familiar...boy, are you...er...?"

Yang Shangshan still wanted to ask questions, but only saw Ye Lang leaving with his arms around Yang Qihan.

"This boy..." Yang Shangshan shook his head helplessly, and then shouted loudly, "Boy, don't forget, you have to come to help Lao Zhu give acupuncture this week!"

Ye Lang didn't answer, just waved his hand to express his agreement, and disappeared at the stairs with Yang Qihan.