Originally, he should have participated in such an occasion. Because his wife had to take care of her son's treatment at home, he temporarily pulled this subordinate to save the scene. However, he didn't expect that such a thing would happen. Now that he hasn't eaten yet!

"Haha, okay, I'm waiting." Counselor Wu replied with a smile. Then he invited politely: "Do you want to go up and have a cup of tea?"

"Thank you! No, next time!" Yang Qinglong was not in the mood to have tea and chat with others now! He had to go back and watch Xiaoxin treat his son's eyes.

It was not surprising that Yang Qinglong came back early. For a father who cared about his son, attending a social event was definitely not as important as his son's eyes. Therefore, when he opened the door and entered the house, only his wife stretched out her head from Yang Shuang's room to look at him. He made a timid move to him.

Yang Qinglong immediately understood, gently pulled the door, walked over with his hands and feet, pressed his throat, and asked softly: "How is it?"

Yang Fu pointed to the room and signaled him to see it himself.

Yang Qinglong stretched his head and saw everyone focusing on Yang Shuang's eyes. He also looked at everyone's eyes. He saw many thin golden needles inserted around Yang Shuang's eyes. Under Xiao Xin's guidance, those golden needles were dancing around Yang Shuang's eyes, trembling falsely. The situation was spectacular and thrilling. However, Yang Shuang did not react at all. He was obviously awake, but he could not feel the pain.

This situation lasted for nearly ten minutes, and Yang Shuang's facial expression changed significantly, revealing a slight discomfort.

"Do you feel a little?" Xiaoxin asked Yang Shuang softly.

"Yeah," Yang Shuang responded.

"Yes, this means that your eye nerves are gradually reviving." Miss Tong encouraged: "Try to bear it as much as possible. If you really can't help it, you will speak out."

"Okay!" Yang Shuang replied happily. He was not afraid of pain, as the pain means that his eyes felt. This put him one step closer to the light.

After Miss Tong took off a few needles, she then used internal force to activate the golden needle to stimulate his necrotic nerve endings. Only by activating these subtle endings can she undergo further treatment.

After another two or three minutes, cold sweat began to appear on Yang Shuang's forehead. Because of gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, his brows naturally frowned. The golden needles on his brows jumped faster.

"Oh!" He finally couldn't help but exhale. Miss Tong quickly resumed the exercise. The golden needles also stopped. Seeing that other bystanders except Mr. Lin breathed secretly.

"Okay, it's okay." Miss Tong coaxed her softly as if she was coaxing a child. Then she quickly pulled out the needles and placed them in the needle box aside. At this time, Miss Tong's forehead was also full of sweat, but she was really sweating due to fatigue.

Qiu Tianyu quickly took a few tissues to wipe off the sweat from Xiaoxin's face. Miss Tong smiled and blinked at him to show her gratitude. Her hands did not stop, and then changed the needles that were slightly larger, went deeper, and then treated them. She repeatedly applied the needle several times. Until she changed the silver needles that acupuncture doctors usually used, Yang Shuang fainted from pain.

Mr. Lin hurriedly grabbed Yang Shuang's hand bowl and injected him with energy so that he could withstand the pain. If he wanted to reshape the meridians, it would be a waste of death before he could survive. The pain in this is indeed not something that ordinary people can endure.

"Grandpa, what do you think?" Miss Tong retracted her internal strength and looked at Mr. Lin for soliciting.

"It's almost time to get a little bit of fire, please continue. I will tell you when it's time." Mr. Lin replied.

After hearing the old man's words, Miss Tong continued to activate the silver needle. Yang Shuang, who was lying on the bed, woke up in pain, fainted again. She was fainted and woke up again. Finally, the old man spoke.

"Okay, you can collect the needle."

"Yes!" Miss Tong replied simply. Then she skillfully pulled out all the silver needles and put them in the needle box. She picked up the prepared ointment and gently applied it to Yang Shuang's eyes and around her. Then she wrapped it in gauze for him. She turned to Mrs. Yang at the door and said, "Aunt Yang, the soup in the kitchen should be cured."

"Okay, I'll go and get it now." Mrs. Yang quickly turned around and went to the kitchen. The whole kitchen was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine. The smell almost made her unable to breathe. She quickly covered her nose, rushed in and took down the clay pot on the stove, opened her mouth, held her nose, and closed the medicine soup. The medicine was slightly yellow, clear and transparent. However, it smelled too bad. It can be described as extremely odor.

Mrs. Yang put the medicine bowl into the prepared ice water, and the medicine temperature in the bowl soon dropped. When she came in with the warm medicine again, everyone frowned and covered their noses.

"Ah! It smells so smelly!" Cheng Bin almost caught a rabbit on the spot.

"This is called using poison to fight poison." Miss Tong replied, pinching her nose. "Yang Shuang, no matter what, you have to pinch your nose and drink this bowl of medicine."

"Yeah!" Yang Shuang nodded and took the medicine bowl from his mother's hand. He obediently pinched his nose, opened his mouth and drank it all in one breath. Mrs. Yang quickly took the medicine bowl from his hand and handed him a bowl of boiled water to rinse his mouth.

In fact, the smell of this medicine smelled so bad after it was boiled, which Miss Tong did not expect. Seeing that Yang Shuang had drunk the medicine, she did not vomit it out. Miss Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, this is the end of your treatment today. I will do it again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. It should be effective."

"Did you say it will be fine in three times?" Yang Shuang asked in disbelief.

"What? Do you think three times are too fast?" Miss Tong said with a smile: "Do you think the pain was not painful enough just now? Or do you think the medicine was not smelly enough?"

"Ah..." Yang Shuang was speechless.

Others couldn't help but cover their mouths and laughed.

"Okay, you suffered just now, don't think about anything now, close your eyes and have a nap." Miss Tong quickly dealt with the needles of all sizes that she had just used. Then she turned her head to the comrades who were still reluctant to leave, and said, "Everyone go out! He will be under pressure when you are here."

Mr. Lin took the lead in going out, and everyone followed him. Only the patient in the bed and the "doctor" who was still dealing with the aftermath. Originally, he should have taken his wife to participate in such an occasion. Because his wife had to take care of his son's treatment at home, he temporarily pulled this subordinate to save the scene. However, he didn't expect that such a thing would happen. Now that he hasn't eaten yet!

"Haha, okay, I'm waiting." Counselor Wu replied with a smile. Then he invited politely: "Do you want to go up and have a cup of tea?"

"Thank you! No, next time!" Yang Qinglong was not in the mood to have tea and chat with others now! He had to go back and watch Xiaoxin treat his son's eyes.

It was not surprising that Yang Qinglong came back early. For a father who cared about his son, attending a social event was definitely not as important as his son's eyes. Therefore, when he opened the door and entered the house, only his wife stretched out her head from Yang Shuang's room to look at him. He made a timid move to him.

Yang Qinglong immediately understood, gently pulled the door, walked over with his hands and feet, pressed his throat, and asked softly: "How is it?"

Yang Fu pointed to the room and signaled him to see it himself.

Yang Qinglong stretched his head and saw everyone focusing on Yang Shuang's eyes. He also looked at everyone's eyes. He saw many thin golden needles inserted around Yang Shuang's eyes. Under Xiao Xin's guidance, those golden needles were dancing around Yang Shuang's eyes, trembling falsely. The situation was spectacular and thrilling. However, Yang Shuang did not react at all. He was obviously awake, but he could not feel the pain.

This situation lasted for nearly ten minutes, and Yang Shuang's facial expression changed significantly, revealing a slight discomfort.

"Do you feel a little?" Xiaoxin asked Yang Shuang softly.

"Yeah," Yang Shuang responded.

"Yes, this means that your eye nerves are gradually reviving." Miss Tong encouraged: "Try to bear it as much as possible. If you really can't help it, you will speak out."

"Okay!" Yang Shuang replied happily. He was not afraid of pain, as the pain means that his eyes felt. This put him one step closer to the light.

After Miss Tong took off a few needles, she then used internal force to activate the golden needle to stimulate his necrotic nerve endings. Only by activating these subtle endings can she undergo further treatment.

After another two or three minutes, cold sweat began to appear on Yang Shuang's forehead. Because of gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, his brows naturally frowned. The golden needles on his brows jumped faster.

"Oh!" He finally couldn't help but exhale. Miss Tong quickly resumed the exercise. The golden needles also stopped. Seeing that other bystanders except Mr. Lin breathed secretly.

"Okay, it's okay." Miss Tong coaxed her softly as if she was coaxing a child. Then she quickly pulled out the needles and placed them in the needle box aside. At this time, Miss Tong's forehead was also full of sweat, but she was really sweating due to fatigue.

Qiu Tianyu quickly took a few tissues to wipe off the sweat from Xiaoxin's face. Miss Tong smiled and blinked at him to show her gratitude. Her hands did not stop, and then changed the needles that were slightly larger, went deeper, and then treated them. She repeatedly applied the needle several times. Until she changed the silver needles that acupuncture doctors usually used, Yang Shuang fainted from pain.

Mr. Lin hurriedly grabbed Yang Shuang's hand bowl and injected him with energy so that he could withstand the pain. If he wanted to reshape the meridians, it would be a waste of death before he could survive. The pain in this is indeed not something that ordinary people can endure.

"Grandpa, what do you think?" Miss Tong retracted her internal strength and looked at Mr. Lin for soliciting.

"It's almost time to get a little bit of fire, please continue. I will tell you when it's time." Mr. Lin replied.

After hearing the old man's words, Miss Tong continued to activate the silver needle. Yang Shuang, who was lying on the bed, woke up in pain, fainted again. She was fainted and woke up again. Finally, the old man spoke.

"Okay, you can collect the needle."

"Yes!" Miss Tong replied simply. Then she skillfully pulled out all the silver needles and put them in the needle box. She picked up the prepared ointment and gently applied it to Yang Shuang's eyes and around her. Then she wrapped it in gauze for him. She turned to Mrs. Yang at the door and said, "Aunt Yang, the soup in the kitchen should be cured."

"Okay, I'll go and get it now." Mrs. Yang quickly turned around and went to the kitchen. The whole kitchen was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine. The smell almost made her unable to breathe. She quickly covered her nose, rushed in and took down the clay pot on the stove, opened her mouth, held her nose, and closed the medicine soup. The medicine was slightly yellow, clear and transparent. However, it smelled too bad. It can be described as extremely odor.

Mrs. Yang put the medicine bowl into the prepared ice water, and the medicine temperature in the bowl soon dropped. When she came in with the warm medicine again, everyone frowned and covered their noses.

"Ah! It smells so smelly!" Cheng Bin almost caught a rabbit on the spot.

"This is called using poison to fight poison." Miss Tong replied, pinching her nose. "Yang Shuang, no matter what, you have to pinch your nose and drink this bowl of medicine."

"Yeah!" Yang Shuang nodded and took the medicine bowl from his mother's hand. He obediently pinched his nose, opened his mouth and drank it all in one breath. Mrs. Yang quickly took the medicine bowl from his hand and handed him a bowl of boiled water to rinse his mouth.

In fact, the smell of this medicine smelled so bad after it was boiled, which Miss Tong did not expect. Seeing that Yang Shuang had drunk the medicine, she did not vomit it out. Miss Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, this is the end of your treatment today. I will do it again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. It should be effective."

"Did you say it will be fine in three times?" Yang Shuang asked in disbelief.

"What? Do you think three times are too fast?" Miss Tong said with a smile: "Do you think the pain was not painful enough just now? Or do you think the medicine was not smelly enough?"

"Ah..." Yang Shuang was speechless.

Others couldn't help but cover their mouths and laughed.

"Okay, you suffered just now, don't think about anything now, close your eyes and have a nap." Miss Tong quickly dealt with the needles of all sizes that she had just used. Then she turned her head to the comrades who were still reluctant to leave, and said, "Everyone go out! He will be under pressure when you are here."
Chapter completed!