Upon hearing this, Kong Zhanpeng suddenly became excited.
"Mr. Ye, you...you can also treat diseases..."
But as soon as the words came out, he felt that he had said something wrong and hurriedly added: "Oh, Mr. Ye is the founder of Qingzhou Xianshui, so he must be very skilled in medicine!"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and prepare things!" Ye Qingyang said.
"Yes!" Kong Zhanpeng nodded repeatedly.
Soon, a brand new set of acupuncture and a bowl of black pot ash were delivered.
Ye Qingyang asked Kong Zhanpeng to take off Kong Nanshan's clothes and injected a total of twenty-one needles into Kong Nanshan's body.
Ye Qingyang's technique is very skillful. The twenty-one stitches are done in one go, which makes people dazzled.
Seeing this smooth acupuncture technique, the Kong family was deeply impressed.
They also invited Chinese medicine practitioners and tried acupuncture.
But the Chinese medicine doctor was trembling and gave a total of more than a dozen injections, which took more than half an hour.
Right now, Ye Qingyang had twenty-one injections, which took less than five minutes.
Judging from the technique alone, Ye Qingyang won by more than a little bit.
Of course, there is another situation.
Perhaps, Ye Qingyang's technique was flashy, but in reality, it was just a random stabbing, with no actual effect at all.
Kong Zhanpeng could only pray in his heart that the following situation would not happen.
After the acupuncture, Kong Fei came up immediately and asked: "Mr. Ye, how is my grandfather's illness? To what extent!"
"Small problem!" Ye Qingyang smiled slightly.
"Huh? Small... small problem?"
Kong Zhanpeng and Kong Fei were both extremely surprised.
You know, the old man's illness lasted for more than a month, and he left more than a dozen well-known hospitals in Jiangnan Province alone.
In addition, many famous doctors were invited from Kyoto and Guangdong and Guangxi, and all of them were seen by the old man.
However, not only is there no improvement, it is getting worse.
In the end, the so-called famous doctors spread their hands and asked the Kong family to prepare for the old man's funeral.
The Kong family is desperate!
They just wanted to save Mr. Kong from suffering in his last days.
However, this hopelessly difficult and terminal disease turned out to be a "minor problem" in Ye Qingyang's words!!
Kong Zhanpeng couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Is Ye Qingyang really so sure of curing his father's disease?
Could it be that he is too young to see the difficulty of this disease?
"Mr. Ye, what's going on with my father's illness?" Kong Zhanpeng asked tentatively.
"Food poisoning!" Ye Qingyang said.
"Huh? Food poisoning?"
Kong Zhanpeng and Kong Fei looked at each other.
Such a serious disease is actually food poisoning?
"My dad seems to eat very healthy food. How could he get food poisoning?" Kong Zhanpeng asked.
"Why do you have so many questions? Get the trash can quickly and put it under the bed!" Ye Qingyang shouted.
"Oh! Okay!"
Kong Zhanpeng hurriedly carried the trash can over.
Next, Ye Qingyang gently lifted Kong Nanshan up, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and poked several acupuncture points on the back of Kong Nanshan's neck and chest.
The next second, I heard the old man say "Wow", opened his mouth and vomited.
Wow!
All that filth happened to be spit into the trash can.
Suddenly, the stench in the house was overwhelming.
Inside the trash can, there was a puddle of dark black viscous liquid, and there seemed to be maggots squirming in it, which was very disgusting.
"dad!"
Kong Zhanpeng hurriedly stepped forward.
However, Mr. Kong seemed to be dead, his body was limp and his eyes were tightly closed.
"Take out the trash can and dispose of it first!" Ye Qingyang said.
Kong Zhanpeng hurriedly asked someone to come into the house to take away the trash can, and then asked with a worried look: "Mr. Ye, my dad's... it's not getting better, but it seems to be getting worse. Couldn't he be just now?"
Did you even spit out the bile?"
Ye Qingyang frowned and said: "Thankfully, the Kong family sells health care products. You don't even have the most basic common sense. What your father vomited out was the toxins nestled in his stomach!"
As he spoke, Ye Qingyang laid the old man's body flat, then took out the talisman he brought with him, dipped the ashes from the bottom of the pot in water, wrote a few talismans, and then lit it.
The ashes of the burnt paper talisman were stirred into the water, and the old man drank it.
It's strange to say that the old man used to vomit whatever he drank.
However, after drinking Fuluishui that night, I didn't spit out any of it.
After that, Ye Qingyang stopped all acupuncture treatments.
After about three minutes, the old man's complexion slowly turned from sallow to rosy, as if spring had returned to the earth and dead trees were reborn.
"I'm...hungry!"
The old man's lips moved and he actually spoke!
He opened his eyes and even sat up holding on to the head of the bed. He was surprisingly energetic.
"dad!"
Kong Zhanpeng was overjoyed and hurried to greet him.
"grandfather!"
Kong Fei even cried with joy, and her delicate body could not help but tremble with excitement.
"Feifei, go and get your grandpa a bowl of eight-treasure porridge!" Kong Zhanpeng said.
"Wait a minute!" Ye Qingyang waved his hand and said: "Be hungry first, don't eat, I will tell you when you can eat, then eat!"
"Forehead!"
Kong Fei froze on the spot.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Ye is a miracle doctor, of course you must listen to the miracle doctor!" Kong Zhanpeng said hurriedly.
Ye Qingyang stepped forward, opened Kong Nanshan's eyes, asked Kong Nanshan to open his mouth, looked at the tongue coating and throat, and said:
"Old man, congratulations, it's no longer a problem. Even if your disaster is over, you can live another ten or twenty years without any problem!"
"Great!" Kong's family jumped for joy.
Kong Fei came forward with a look of admiration and said a thousand words into one sentence: "Mr. Ye, you are really, really great!"
Right now, she really wanted to lie under Ye Qingyang and become Ye Qingyang's woman.
She was already obsessed with Ye Qingyang and couldn't help herself.
Kong Zhanpeng said hurriedly: "Mr. Ye, you saved my dad, I must thank you very much. Please give me a price. As long as I can afford it, I won't even blink an eye!"
Ye Qingyang laughed and said: "I will give away more than 100 million necklaces when I say so. Do you think I am someone who cares about money?"
"Forehead!"
This sentence made Kong Zhanpeng's face turn red.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just my petty heart. Mr. Ye is really a noble person that is rare to see in the world. In such a state, I, Kong Zhanpeng, am totally overwhelmed!" Kong Zhanpeng said with shame.
"Stop being so glib!" Ye Qingyang rolled his eyes at Kong Zhanpeng, then turned to look at Kong Nanshan: "Old man, are you still uncomfortable in any way?"
"No, I feel very comfortable now!" Kong Nanshan looked excited, and then got up: "Little brother, you are a miracle doctor! I owe my old life to you, thank you for your life-saving grace.
ah!"
He has been tortured by the disease for more than a month, and now he is finally relaxed, as if he has been reborn.
He propped himself up and actually wanted to salute Ye Qingyang.
"Old man, you don't have to be so polite!" Ye Qingyang said: "To be honest, I saved you for my own reasons. I want to know something from you, and I hope you can tell me the truth!"
"What did the little brother say? What do you want to know? If I knew it, I would tell you every word!" Kong Nanshan said.