I saw that Mr. Chen Qingsong looked serious, and he didn't look like he was joking.
Each and every one of them felt frightened again.
That young man is so powerful?
"Ah...thank you!"
Hu Xinhe squeezed out of the crowd desperately and finally saw Xu Yuan at the bus stop outside Baicao Street.
"Sir, I was sorry to you earlier and I apologize to you. Please, please do it anyway and save my child. I will give you whatever you want!"
Xu Yuan's face was cold.
The clay figurine still has some anger.
He just pressed his face against him, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also grabbed him by the collar.
The bus is coming.
Xu Yuan raised his feet and left.
Hu Xinhe was a little dumbfounded.
"Plop!"
Suddenly, she knelt down directly.
"Sir, I beg you to save my child. It was my fault just now. If you want to punish me, then punish me.
My child is only two years old, he is innocent!"
Xu Yuan's feet suddenly stiffened when he stepped on the bus.
After a while, he took it back.
"Two hundred thousand, I can help you save your child!"
This amount is just enough for my mother to buy back her old house and pay off the debts owed by her relatives.
As for the 200,000 that Yang Pingping stole, it has been spent and will definitely not come back soon.
But Xu Yuan would not let it go.
"well!"
Hu Xinhe nodded hurriedly.
Seeing Xu Yuan leave and come back, Chen Qingsong's expression became respectful.
"Mr. Chen, can I lend you your silver needle?"
"certainly!"
Chen Qingsong hurriedly took it out of the medical box and handed it to Xu Yuan with both hands.
Xu Yuan nodded and said nothing.
Two fingers, a quick flick.
From the silver needle bag, three flew out immediately.
Xu Yuan touched his palm, and three silver needles fell on Xu Yuan's fingertips as if they were obedient.
His eyes narrowed, and he quickly pricked several acupuncture points on the child's Shenting, Yangbai, and Chengling.
The angle is precise and the strength is exquisite.
Chen Qingsong, who has been practicing medicine for decades, was amazed by it.
His cloudy eyes became bright and full of excitement.
"Mysterious and mysterious, it never dissipates. It is indeed the Nine Needles of Xuanmen. I was just blind and bumped into the young gentleman. I hope you will forgive me!"
Nine pins fell.
Xu Yuan let out a breath of thick air.
"You're welcome, old gentleman!"
He looked at Hu Xinhe, "The nine needles on the child's head can only be removed after half an hour and the parasite has emerged from the child's nasal cavity."
"Yes, yes!"
Hu Xinhe was a little excited.
After collecting the money, Xu Yuan was leaving.
But I couldn't resist Mr. Chen Qingsong's warm invitation to sit in his Jishi Hall.
Xu Yuan went without thinking much.
Chen Qingsong asked someone to get some good tea and said, "Little brother, I'm telling you the truth.
My wrist is not strong enough, so the effect of using Qingmen Thirteen Needles is greatly reduced. I have also tried to adjust it myself, but there is nothing I can do.
I don’t know…”
Xu Yuan immediately understood what Chen Qingsong meant.
If he had just said in public that his signature acupuncture skills were compromised, who would be willing to ask him to see a doctor?
This can only be said in private.
Xu Yuan smiled and glanced at Chen Qingsong's wrist.
"Your question is simple.
All you need is a medicine and you will be cured!"
Chen Qingsong was stunned for a moment, then looked overjoyed.
But instead of asking, he turned around and went back to his room.
After a while, he came out holding a tray, covered with red cloth. It seemed to be very heavy and a bit difficult.
"Little sir, apart from my medical skills, I like these yellow and white things.
There is a golden bull here, which I spent five kilograms of gold and asked someone to pour. Please don’t refuse me as your doctor today!”
As he spoke, Chen Qingsong opened the red cloth.
Immediately, a lifelike and imposing golden bull stood on the tray, holding its head high and full of dominance.
Xu Yuan couldn't help but clicked his tongue. Even excluding the craftsmanship value of this ten kilograms of gold, the market price was already close to two million.
Chen Qingsong is really generous!
But think about it.
Qingmen Thirteen Acupuncture is Chen Qingsong’s signature method. Due to the lack of wrist strength, the effect is greatly reduced. If it is not cured, fewer and fewer people will come to him for treatment in the future.
Xu Yuan put it away, then wrote a prescription.
"One day at a time, three days to heal!"
Chen Qingsong looked overjoyed after reading it.
"Thank you very much, young sir!"
Xu Yuan waved his hand, thinking that nothing had happened, and took out half of the Arhat bamboo root that he had bought from the vendor.
I borrowed a knife from Chen Qingsong and slowly opened it.
When a bamboo root cracked, revealing the cavity inside, Chen Qingsong, who was watching from the side, suddenly widened his eyes and cried out.
"This...this is a bamboo spirit insect!"
Xu Yuan could also see clearly that there was a green insect with a green body curled up in the bamboo root cavity, like a caterpillar.
"My divine eyes are sensitive to this thing?"
Xu Yuan raised his head and said, "Mr. Chen, what's the use of this bamboo spirit insect?"
"Of course it's useful, it's so useful!"
Chen Qingsong said excitedly, "I once heard my master say it.
Bamboo spirit insect is a rare miraculous medicine, especially in some critically ill patients, it is even more miraculous.
In other words, the more seriously ill you are and the closer you are to death, the more this bamboo spirit insect can save you.
Moreover, even if they are not sick, those who practice martial arts will be able to maintain their internal strength for more than ten years after eating this bamboo spirit insect..."
Chen Qingsong said so hard that his saliva flew out of his mouth.
Xu Yuan rolled his eyes, "If you sell this, how much can it cost?"
Chen Qingsong stared at Xu Yuan with an expression that looked like a fool.
This is a treasure. Are you selling it?
How much money is lost?
But he didn't dare to say it.
Finally, he said, "If it is sold, Beizhou City's Tianhong Auction House sold a bamboo spirit insect three years ago.
At that time, the bamboo spirit insect was injured by someone who cut the medicinal materials, and its effect was greatly reduced. The final transaction price was 30 million.
And Mr. Xiao’s one is definitely not less than 50 million!”
"Fifty million!"
Xu Yuan nodded slightly, that's fine.
He pushed the bamboo spirit insect back to Chen Qingsong, "Then please ask Mr. Chen to help me hang it at the Tianhong Auction House!"
The more serious the injury, the better the treatment?
Xu Yuan doesn't need it. Among the medical skills left to him by his ancestors, there are more than hundreds of ways to heal serious injuries.
Can people who practice martial arts increase their internal strength?
The ancient martial arts training method left by the ancestors has made rapid progress, and the foundation is still solid. It is much better than the ten years of strength gained by using this bamboo spirit insect.
Chen Qingsong tried several times to persuade Xu Yuan not to take action.
But seeing Xu Yuan's resolute attitude, he could only sigh and said, "Okay, don't worry, young gentleman, I will do my best to handle this matter!"
After Xu Yuan cooked his father's medicine at Mr. Chen's Jishitang, he quickly rushed back to the hospital.
This medicine is enough to cure my father's uremia.
But as soon as he entered the hospital area, several people rushed towards him.
The leader was none other than Hu Xinhe.
She stared at Xu Yuan with a fierce look on her face and shouted, "It's him, he's the one who cured my son, and he also defrauded me of two hundred thousand.
Beat him to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a majestic face walked up with seven or eight bodyguards and surrounded Xu Yuan.