The people in the room were very calm, as if they were already used to Zhen Hongjun's moodiness.
Zhen Fucheng asked the servant to step forward and control Zhen Hongjun. The servant just held down Zhen Hongjun's hand to stop him from smashing things.
Suddenly Zhen Hongjun's body trembled uncontrollably. As the arc of the twitching continued to grow, his consciousness began to dissipate, and white foam continued to spit out from his mouth.
Zhen Fucheng quickly asked the servant to get tools and put a wooden stick against his tongue to prevent him from biting himself.
Mu Ningxi stood aside, looking at the way the Zhen family dealt with it, and couldn't help but frown.
Although these methods are correct, they cannot cure Zhen Hongjun's illness. They can only prevent him from harming himself and finally survive through willpower.
Seeing that no one around her had any better ideas, Mu Ningxi took out the silver needle from the medicine box she carried and walked forward.
"What are you doing?" Zhen Fucheng wanted to stop her, but was not as fast as Mu Ning Xi.
Her hand when applying the needle was accurate and steady, and she was able to respond to Zhen Fucheng's doubts with her heart.
"Didn't Mr. Zhen invite me to treat his illness? Since it happened to happen to me, I want to see the effect of my treatment before making a conclusion!"
Zhen Fucheng was about to rush forward, but suddenly stopped because of Mu Ningxi's words.
Although Zhen Fucheng has always been in business, he was born in a medical family and still has a strong foundation in medical knowledge.
Seeing that the areas where Mu Ning Xi attacked were all very dangerous and large holes, even though he had been through many storms, he couldn't help but clenched his fists to stop the panic in his heart.
There is no doubt in employing people, since he has decided to let Mu Ningxi treat the disease. Before Mu Ningxi completes the treatment, he cannot stop Mu Ningxi's treatment at will.
Mu Ningxi continued to apply acupuncture, and Zhen Hongjun, who was still twitching, slowly calmed down.
After he completely calmed down and his breathing gradually became smoother, Mu Ningxi took off the silver needles inserted into his body one by one.
"How do you feel? Does your chest feel a little smoother?"
Zhen Hongjun, who regained consciousness, looked at Mu Ningxi with doubtful eyes.
He didn't expect that Mu Ningxi looked young but had excellent medical skills.
After she applied the acupuncture, his chest felt as if a turbid air that had accumulated for many years was suddenly released.
This was different from the exhaustion he had relied on his own will to survive. This time he was really comfortable.
"Doctor Mu, it was my fault for being angry with you before, please forgive me."
The other party had a good attitude towards admitting his mistake, so Mu Ningxi naturally wouldn't care.
"You're welcome. I'm here to treat you. Your bad temper is probably caused by the accumulation of Qi and blood in the liver and lungs. I suggest you go out to breathe fresh air and relax your nerves. This will not only help your illness, but also
It can also greatly improve your irritability."
Zhen Hongjun smiled helplessly, did he not want to go out?
No, he couldn't get out at all.
When he saw the sympathetic, contemptuous, and disgusting looks of those people, his heart felt like it was being torn apart. He didn't want to be treated like trash by everyone.
After Zhen Fucheng saw his son's reaction from the side, he looked at Mu Ningxi in surprise.
He originally wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect Mu Ningxi to have such a good ability.
This was the first time in so many years that he had seen his son so kind to outsiders.
He didn't even need to ask to know how successful Mu Ningxi's medical treatment was.
"Doctor Mu, can my son's disease be cured?"
"Before I met Master Zhen, I was 50% sure. After meeting Master Zhen, I am 80% sure. As for the remaining 20%, it depends on Master Zhen himself. As long as Master Zhen is willing to cooperate, successful treatment is not a problem."
Zhen Fucheng's face showed a rare expression of joy. After so many years, he finally heard hope.
Unlike Zhen Fucheng who was overjoyed, the expression on Zhen Hongjun's face was dull, and there was still doubt in his eyes.
He has seen too many famous doctors since he was a child, and he has taken countless medicines.
After experiencing countless disappointments, he could no longer place hope in anyone.
"Doctor Mu, I wonder how you calculated this 80% certainty?"