It's hard to guess the concubine: the black-bellied prince chases his wife

Chapter 33 Pain, I can bear it

"My lord, it's about to start!" Ye Ziyi reminded with gentle words, but the silver needle in her hand pierced the acupuncture point on Yu Mu Heng's shoulder neatly and accurately.

Even Yuhe on the side was a little stunned. Ye Ziyi's needlework is just right in depth and accuracy. It can't be done in ten or eight years!Even Yuhe couldn't guarantee that in such a misty bathroom, he could do better than Ye Ziyi.

Yu Muheng frowned tightly, but after the first injection, he felt that the meridians on his shoulder had responded.Pain, not ordinary pain.

It felt as if the meridian was being pulled by something, it was ripped open and torn, and it was as if cold water was being poured into it, it was painful and cold.

But vaguely, Yu Muheng felt that the thing poured into the meridians, although strong, seemed to really be able to mend the meridians.Although it was only a little bit, it gave Yu Muheng endless hope.

Seven needles were inserted along Yu Muheng's shoulder to the spine.Ye Ziyi touched the beads of sweat on his forehead, with a serious expression: "My lord, you can start practicing your kung fu now. Take it a little at a time, feel your meridians carefully, and tell me where the damage is more serious."

It is a very painful thing to work on the damaged meridians. Everywhere the inner meridians go, the meridians are like being scraped by a knife.If there is no perseverance that ordinary people cannot have, no one can endure such pain.

But Yu Muheng is not an ordinary person, he has an extremely firm determination in his heart.Even if it's painful, even if it's going up the mountain of knives and down the pan of oil, as long as his meridians can be cured, he feels that nothing can stop him.

The internal force scraped across the damaged meridians, if Ye Ziyi hadn't prepared a medicinal bath for Yu Muheng, and used silver needles to help him suppress it, and explored with such a strong internal force, all of his meridians would have burst and could not be restored.

"Two parts of the left shoulder were completely broken, and the internal force could not cross, and most of the fracture under the right shoulder shrank."

But after exploring these three places, Yu Muheng's sweat has already dripped into the medicine bath drop by drop.His hands were tightly grasping the bathtub, and the veins on his arms were bulging, which made people horrified.

Did it start breaking at the shoulders just below the neck?Ye Ziyi felt that Yu Muheng's condition was more serious than she thought, but it was not impossible to cure it.

But in Ye Ziyi's heart, there is a haze that is always lingering. What kind of situation can cause a person's meridians to be damaged from top to bottom?Yu Muheng doesn't look like a reckless person, he doesn't know how to go crazy in practice, so... someone did it on purpose?

The silver needle gently injected soothing medicine into the broken meridian, but it made Yu Muheng so painful that his whole body trembled.

And Ye Ziyi also keenly discovered that the rupture of the meridians was caused by the collision of external force and internal force, and the external force brought scorching poisonous gas into Yu Muheng's meridians, which caused all the meridians to be damaged.In other words, someone deliberately wanted Yu Muheng's meridians to be destroyed.

When the silver needle was pulled out, the tip of the needle was slightly gray, which proved that there was still a little bit of poison remaining in the broken meridian.Ye Ziyi sighed lightly: "My lord, what kind of poison is this?"

Yu Muheng frowned, gritted his teeth because of the pain and said, "The poison of Huo Kui."

Huo Kui's poison... the person who poisoned him is really ruthless.The chief of fire, the chief of fire.In order to prevent Yu Muheng's meridians from being connected again, this person used the poison of Huokui to kill his meridians.

If it wasn't for meeting Ye Ziyi, a master of modern Chinese medicine, Yu Muheng's poison might not be cured, and he would have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

(End of this chapter)