Splendid peasant girl

Chapter 1216 Acupuncture
Yu Mingzhu's mother lived in the room on the other side.

Opening the door curtain, Yu Mingzhu and Ling Qingfeng walked in one after another.

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

Before he could go in completely, Ling Qingfeng heard a heart-wrenching cough, as if he wanted to cough up his heart, which was very uncomfortable.

Yu Mingzhu immediately rushed over with a pale face: "Mother, mother, what's wrong with you? Are you coughing again? My daughter is going to make medicine now!"

"Girl...don't go, don't...cough cough..."

"Mother! You have to endure it again, endure it, and my daughter will cook the medicine soon..."

"No, no, Mingzhu, mother's illness has already dragged down the whole family. Mother...doesn't want to be cured anymore. Why bother to live in pain like this? Mingzhu, you just...let it go Mother, mother, let's go!"

"No, mother, don't you want it? You will definitely get better, woo woo woo..."

Yu Mingzhu cried and threw herself on her mother.

Ling Qingfeng stood outside, watching lightly.

He glanced at the room, and there was no pair of scissors, nor any sharp objects, not even bowls and chopsticks.

The corner of the table was also wrapped with a cloth, as if to prevent her from hitting the wall suddenly.

Ling Qingfeng's complexion became even uglier.

Because he could feel that the old woman's condition was very serious, and it was basically useless as a medicine stone.

I don't know which quack doctor saw the disease. She has been giving her a soup that is useless but can stimulate the body's potential and hang her life.

This kind of medicine can make people immortal, but at the same time, it can also make the living people miserable.

A kind of medicine that is not easy to take, and the patient will be in pain and uncomfortable all the time.

A kind of medicine that is expensive and can make people poor.

Is this the medicine prescribed by that unscrupulous quack doctor?

Ling Qingfeng's face was gloomy, and he strode up to Yu Mingzhu: "Your mother is terminally ill, step aside, let me give her an injection first!"

"what?"

Yu Mingzhu froze for a moment.

Needle?

What needle?
Immediately, he was shocked!
Could it be the needle?
"You, really will?"

Ling Qingfeng glanced at her lightly, and no longer wanted to pay attention to her stupid question, so he turned around and fetched a set of silver needles that he carried with him.

He brought a lot of silver needles, just like the flying knife, they were used as hidden weapons on weekdays.

In fact, this silver needle is much more practical than a flying knife as a hidden weapon. It has strong lethality, the key is small, easy to carry, and it is not easy to be found, and it is difficult for the enemy to dodge.

It's a pity that Lingqingfeng doesn't like to use it very much on weekdays.

Because, this reminds him of the story his mother told him when he was a child - "Swordsman", in which there are several people who use embroidery needles as weapons.

The key people are all eunuchs!

Thinking of using the embroidery needles used by the eunuchs, Ling Qingfeng felt very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for these silver needles that can be used to treat diseases when necessary, he really doesn't bother to carry them.

Right now, it is miraculously used.

Ling Qingfeng asked Yu Mingzhu to boil hot water, lit a candle, and began to burn the silver needles on it to sterilize it, and then began to pierce the old woman.

Yu Mingzhu was nervous at first.

But when she saw that her mother's originally painful expression was gradually relieving, and seemed to be useful, she also believed in Ling Qingfeng.

She watched expectantly as the other person slowly dropped needles on her mother.

Pray in my heart: Mother, you must get better!
Time passed by every minute and every second.

The candles, too, gradually disappeared.

Finally, an hour later...

(End of this chapter)