Mr. Jing ignored Xiao Feng, walked to the couch, looked at her deeply, grabbed her wrist, and felt her pulse.
"How about it, old guy, what can you tell? She seems to have some hidden disease, and now her whole body is cold..."
"Shut up," Mr. Jing frowned and shouted. Xiao Feng touched his head and shut his mouth obediently.
After about a minute, Mr. Jing took back his hand and looked at Xiao Feng again: "Who is she?"
"Strong love," Xiao Feng replied: "Old guy, what's wrong with her? Can it be cured?"
"Let's not talk about whether Nangong Ji can be cured. Even if he can be cured, I won't bother him," Mr. Jing shook his head and said.
"Why?" Xiao Feng's eyes widened.
Mr. Jing sat on the chair and pointed at Nongqing: "Then give me a reason to save her."
"Old guy, I was robbed and murdered the night before yesterday, and it was she who saved me at the critical moment of life and death. If it weren't for her, you would probably be squatting in front of the brazier, burning paper and wiping my tears," Xiao Feng curled his lips and said.
"..."
"According to my speculation, her hidden illness also broke out because she saved me. Do you think I can leave her alone? Old guy, you have always taught me that a person must repay kindness in return..."
"Okay, don't come here," Mr. Jing waved his hand, interrupting Xiao Feng: "You don't have to go around me, Nangong Ji has already left Jiuquan,"
Xiao Feng frowned slightly: "What should we do? Give him a call and ask him to come back."
"Who do you think Nangong Ji is? My slave, you can call me back. In China, there is no one who can command the old man more than one pair of hands," Mr. Jing snorted.
"Then what should we do? We can't just watch her die," Xiao Feng said anxiously. If Nongqing really died like this, he would definitely feel sorry for her.
Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng and pondered for a moment: "She saved you the night before yesterday."
"yes,"
"She fights well,"
"Well, it's very scary, not a little worse than Pang Dahai," Nong Qing has never fought against Pang Dahai, but judging from the fact that she injured Wuming and Sansha successively, her fighting power is absolutely amazing.
Mr. Jing turned his attention to Nangqing again: "Her pulse is disordered, her internal organs and body and skin are cold. She must have been injured. In China, it seems that only Nangong Jishi's Thirty-six-way Golden Needle can save her."
"Really," Xiao Feng felt happy in his heart, but then he thought of something and made a sad face: "But didn't you just say that in China, the number of people who can command Old Man Nangong is no more than a pair of hands?"
"Yes, I am one of them," Mr. Jing nodded and said slowly.
"..." When Xiao Feng heard what Mr. Jing said, if he didn't think he was thick-skinned, he would definitely go up and bite him a few times.
"Now that you're awake, stop pretending," Mr. Jing suddenly said.
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nong Qing on the couch, and sure enough he saw that she had opened her eyes and was staring at him, "Sister Nong Qing, you're awake,"
Nongqing nodded gently: "Well, Xiao Feng, forget it, I don't like begging for help, and I don't like you begging for help for me either."
"Who are you asking for? Let me introduce you to you. This is my grandfather, Mr. Jing," Xiao Feng said with a smile.
Nong Qing just nodded to Mr. Jing. She heard what Mr. Jing just said.
Mr. Jing didn't mind either. He looked at Nuqing and then at Xiao Feng: "Forget it, I will help you one more time."
"Haha, I knew you would agree, old guy," Xiao Feng grinned.
"What about the conditions?" Nong Qing asked flatly.
"There are no conditions. If you save my grandson's life, I will return your life. You don't like to ask for help, and I don't like to owe others," Mr. Jing said seriously.
Nongqing didn't say anything anymore, and she was also excited in her heart. If her hidden illness could be cured, it would be the best. She didn't want to endure the pain that started to radiate chills from her bones, which was really unbearable.
"Old man Nangong went to Yindu for business and won't be back until a few days later,"
"But Sister Nongqing..." Xiao Feng didn't say any more, he was afraid that Nongqing wouldn't last until then.
Old Jing shook his head, stood up, and took out a box of silver needles: "Although I don't have Old Man Nangong's medical skills, I can temporarily relieve her pain."
"You know how to do this?" Xiao Feng asked with some suspicion as he watched Mr. Jing take out the shining silver needle.
"I have been friends with Old Man Nangong for decades, and I have learned a lot about his medical skills," Mr. Jing said, walking to the couch: "Relax your whole body and close your eyes."
Nongqing looked at the silver needle, glanced at Xiao Feng with her peripheral vision, and nodded: "Okay," to be honest, if she hadn't trusted Xiao Feng, she would never have let Mr. Jing take the needle.
Old man Jing was an old man, so he naturally noticed Nunqing's gaze. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, grabbed Nunqing's arm, lifted up his sleeve, and inserted six silver needles in succession. Then he did the same thing on the other arm, and finally on Nuanqing's arm. There were six silver needles inserted into Qing's head, a total of eighteen silver needles.
Xiao Feng stood aside and observed carefully, secretly wondering how many things the old guy had hidden and why Mao didn't give them to him.
"What are you thinking about?" Mr. Jing turned around and looked at Xiao Feng and asked.
"I was wondering if you would have a baby," Xiao Feng said seriously.
"Pfft, cough..." Mr. Jing's face twitched a few times: "You little bastard, you are becoming more and more rude."
"No, why didn't you teach me how to pass acupuncture points with a silver needle?"
"What's there to learn from passing silver needles through acupuncture points?" Mr. Jing shook his head and rolled his eyes: "If you want to learn, just learn the thirty-sixth method of golden needles. Ahem, when old man Nangong comes back, you can pester him and let him teach you. you,"
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, and then he frowned: "What if he doesn't teach me?"
"Then you pester him, and if he doesn't teach you, you will fall to your knees..."
Xiao Feng listened to Mr. Jing's instigation and nodded seriously: "Yeah, I can have this,"
All joking aside, Xiao Feng soon discovered something unusual. The silver needles inserted into Nong Qing's body were covered with a layer of very small blood beads.
"Those are the cold energy in her body, I can only suppress it temporarily," Mr. Jing said lightly: "She has this hidden disease, which is estimated to be 10 years old. She usually doesn't feel it, but once something abnormal happens, the energy and blood rush into her body. Menstruation, it will happen,"
"Can old man Nangong be cured?" Xiao Feng asked impatiently.
Mr. Jing thought for a while and nodded: "80% sure,"
Xiao Feng noticed that when Mr. Jing said that he was 80% sure, Nengqing's body lying on the couch trembled. It could be seen that in her heart she was not as free and unrestrained as she said. Thinking about it, she could live. Who wants to die?
"Ah Feng, before Old Nangong comes back, ask her to come see me every day," Old Jing warned.
Xiao Feng originally wanted to let Nongqing stay, but when he thought of Mr. Jing's character, he swallowed his words again. He knew that even if he spoke, Mr. Jing would not agree.
Growing up, apart from him and Bei'er, there wasn't even a nanny in the family. Except for special friendships, such as Nangong Ji's, Mr. Jing would never let anyone stay overnight.
"Okay, I understand," Xiao Feng nodded, turned around and walked out of the door. He took out his mobile phone and called Xu Nuo: "Hello, Sister Xu Nuo,"
"A Feng, what's the matter?" Xu Nuo's voice was a little tired.
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Feng frowned slightly.
"It's nothing. I don't know where Nong Qing went. I haven't found her yet,"
When Xiao Feng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought something happened, haha, you are with me deeply."
"to be with you,"
"Well, she is sick, and I am accompanying her for treatment,"
"I'm sick. Is it serious? Which hospital is it at? I'll go there right away," Xu Nuo asked hurriedly when he heard that Nong Qing was sick.
Xiao Feng smiled: "Don't worry, it's nothing. I will send her to you later. You can take care of her these days."
"Yeah, then I'll wait for you at the headquarters,"
"Okay," Xiao Feng hung up the phone and returned to the main room.
Mr. Jing was pulling out the needles. One by one, he placed the thin silver needles on the white gauze. The tiny blood drops on them were quickly sucked away by the gauze.
"Okay, try to see if the symptoms are relieved," Mr. Jing took a step back and looked at Nuqing and said.
Nongqing opened her eyes, slowly sat up from the couch, and then stood up again, surprise flashed across her face: "It's much better,"
Xiao Feng looked at Nongqing's face. The original yellow and pale symptoms had been greatly improved and became rosy: "Sister Nongqing, your face is not so haggard anymore,"
"Yeah, yeah, that chill has disappeared and I have strength again," Nodding happily, she walked up to Mr. Jing and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, old sir,"
Nong Qing is really grateful to Mr. Jing. For this hidden disease, she did not know how many hospitals she went to and how many so-called experts and famous doctors she found, but to no avail. She originally thought that her hidden disease must be incurable, but Who would have thought that when Mr. Jing put in a few silver needles, the effect would be surprisingly good.
"No need to thank me, I just don't want to owe a favor," Mr. Jing shook his head, walked to the table in the middle hall, sat down, and poured three cups of hot tea: "Come over and have a cup of hot tea."
After drinking a cup of hot tea, she felt more comfortable. A warmth came from her stomach and quickly spread throughout her body, almost making her moan.
"Remember to come back at noon tomorrow," Mr. Jing said to Nongqing.
"Yes, old sir," Nongqing nodded.
"Old guy, let's go first. By the way, I'm going to attack the Hao family. You must not interfere with it." Xiao Feng had to say this. If Jing Lao said anything casually, he would be destroyed directly. If he loses the Hao family, then what he has done before will be in vain.
"Don't you always use the knife," Mr. Jing asked with a half-smile.
"Ahem," Xiao Feng blushed and coughed a few times: "What I want to use this time is a big knife."
"Can you kill with one hit?"
"Guarantee,"
"Okay, hurry up, the situation in the capital is getting more and more chaotic," Mr. Jing said, stood up, took a bottle of medicine from the side, and threw it to Xiao Feng: "This is what old man Nangong left, go back and apply it on Your injury will heal quickly,"