"What do you mean? Who are you?"

A ripple finally appeared on Ning Yi's originally muddy face.

"I am the one who can make you reborn from the fire!"

Xiao Tianmo said with a smile.

After a while, Zhuque took the sheepskin roll back and handed it to Xiao Tianmo.

Xiao Tianmo opened the parchment roll and spread it on an old desk in the house.

"You two are waiting at the door, don't let anyone come in and disturb me from applying the injection."

Xiao Tianmo ordered Chen Jialuo and Zhuque.

"Yes, boss!"

Chen Jialuo and Zhuque agreed and went out to guard the door.

Ning Yi smiled, but he smiled miserably.

"Don't worry, no one will disturb us."

"Since I got sick, even my parents have disappeared, and it is even more impossible for those relatives to come to see me."

Xiao Tianmo took out a row of silver needles and said, "Okay, these have nothing to do with you right away."

"What you have to do now is to lie on the bed obediently, and I want to give you an acupuncture."

"Because your tumor is inside the skull, I need to use a silver needle to stimulate the acupuncture points and nerves in your head to the greatest extent."

"But I can't give you anesthetics, because I want to adjust the depth and position of the silver needle according to your reaction."

"So, you have to be mentally prepared. After a while, you will experience what level 10 pain is."

Ning Yi's expression stagnated, "I haven't said I want you to treat me!"

"Besides, just a few silver needles can cure my malignant tumor?"

Xiao Tianmo smiled and said, "You should be a living horse. Anyway, you almost hanged yourself before I came. You probably wouldn't worry that I'll kill you, right?"

"Or, are you not afraid of death, but you are afraid of pain?"

"I'm not afraid of death, nor is it afraid of pain! You are the only person who cares about me for this period of time."

"Just make this point, I'm willing to cooperate with you!"

As he said that, Ning Yi lay on the hard bed.

At this moment, he just wanted to be greedy for a little warmth.

Regardless of whether Xiao Tianmo can cure him or not, at least he wants to cure him.

After Ning Yi lay down, Xiao Tianmo pulled out the longest silver needle and stabbed it into a certain acupoint on Ning Yi's head at a very special angle.

When the silver needle penetrated deep into the brain, a severe pain came, and Ning Yi's already pale face turned bloodless.

"You can call, but you must not move around. You should know how fragile the nerves in your brain are, without me telling you."

"If your brain nerves are damaged due to your random movements, then even if the God of Daluo comes, you will not be able to save you."

Xiao Tianmo said.

Ning Yi blinked and signaled to Xiao Tianmo that he knew.

He didn't dare to speak, for fear that the silver needle that penetrated his mind would affect the reason for his speech.

Seeing that Ning Yi cooperated very well, Xiao Tianmo flicked his index finger gently with his right hand, and the silver needle immediately trembled.

The pain escalates again.

Ning Yi gritted his teeth and began to appear on his forehead with dense cold sweat.

"If it hurts too much, you can moan in a low voice, which will make you feel a little better."

Xiao Tianmo said.

The only answers to him was Ning Yi's silence and his hands holding the sheets under him tightly.

Xiao Tianmo glanced at him and pulled out the second silver needle...

More than an hour later.

Xiao Tianmo put away the parchment roll and walked out.

Chen Jialuo and Zhuque, who were standing at the gate of the yard, immediately came over.

"Boss! Is this Ning Yi OK?"

Chen Jialuo asked.

Xiao Tianmo glared at him, "You are sure that my Tianlong Divine Needle can cure his illness, right?"
Chapter completed!