Hui Heji retracted his hand in embarrassment and was about to explain.
Matsui Shiki suddenly stood up from the hot spring. Although he was still weak, he exposed his entire naked body to the air. He raised his fingers excitedly and praised: "Ikeda-kun is right, you are really a miracle doctor."
"Grandpa Shi, you can stand up now!" Jingchi Xuemei shouted in surprise.
Hui Heji also looked at Matsui Shi in surprise, as if he didn't believe his eyes.
For more than a year, Matsui's life has been maintained by modern instruments and his acupuncture techniques. He has long been unable to move, and it is difficult to even speak, let alone stand up.
There were several quarrels in the living room. Matsui Masaga and Ikeda Kazuo walked in with serious faces. They were stunned when they saw Matsui Shiki standing in the hot spring stretching his arms.
Zhu Tong stretched out his finger and pointed at the Tanzhong point on the Matsui style chest and pressed him back into the hot spring.
"Mr. Matsui, you can't be too excited."
In fact, the current situation of Matsui Shiki is temporary. It is the result of Zhu Tong using his own true energy to guide the black mist of the Butterfly God. Once the black mist dissipates and the true energy is consumed, Matsui Shiki will immediately be knocked back to his original shape. He
In a quiet state, Qi can be maintained for a longer period of time.
"Please step back, I want to check it carefully for Mr. Matsui." Zhu Tong looked around, "If you are worried, Miss Xuemei can stay."
Zhu Tong said this mainly to the acupuncture master Hui Heji. Just now, he could detect that Hui Heji also injected a trace of Qi into Matsui Shi's body, although it was very weak. Zhu Tong was instinctively aware that Hui Heji
Ji is not a simple person. What he practices is not the Kung Fu of the traditional Chinese medicine system, nor is it the health-preserving Kung Fu of Kazuo Ikeda. It is somewhat similar to the Kung Fu of the Golden Buddha Sect.
Buddhism's internal skills are ever-changing, but they can't escape from the same root: restraint and hidden edge; it is really not a good skill for treating diseases. The title of acupuncture master was probably used by Hui Heji to hide his identity.
Sure enough, Jingchi Xuemei's words confirmed Zhu Tong's judgment.
"Master Huiheji is the host of Laiqing Temple. Maybe he can help sir?"
Master Huiheji is a monk, no wonder his hair is relatively short. What does the abbot of the temple represent? This monk is relatively smart, which cannot prove that he has a noble character or a compassionate heart.
Zhu Tong doesn't accept this trick. He has seen even bigger monks, although that was in China and this is Japan.
"I'm sorry, this is the rule for my medical treatment. Mr. Ikeda should know it. Also, please find my two colleagues. They are my best helpers."
Ikeda Kazuo nodded repeatedly. At Shanghai Ocean Hospital, when Zhu Tong was treating him, outsiders were indeed not allowed to be present.
When it comes to Japanese monks, the concept is completely different from that in China. They don’t need to wear cassocks or shave their heads. They can drink alcohol, eat meat, get married and have children. Even temples can be passed down to sons as inheritance. It’s more like a profession. Same thing.
Yes, Japanese monks don’t do any work. They mainly rely on incense money to make a living, and they can do business tax-free.
Master Heji's Laiqing Temple is far away from the bustling city, and the temple is small and simple, so the incense and money are not very prosperous. Medical officials have always used acupuncture to treat people's illnesses and earn some money to supplement their livelihood. Times have changed and developed, and Western medicine has gradually become popular.
There are fewer people who know how to acupuncture. As age and experience increase, Huiheji acupuncture gradually becomes precious and magical.
As for the medicinal fumigation technique used in Matsui style, Hui Heji learned it from an ancient Chinese medical book more than ten years ago. Those books were given to him by the Matsui family.
Now I saw a Chinese doctor with miraculous acupuncture skills. I wanted to observe and learn from him, but I was told that I couldn't just watch. Of course, I felt very depressed. Due to my identity and age, I couldn't do anything about it, so I had to follow Matsui Masaru.
He and Kazuo Ikeda exited the room.
"Can we start?" Jingchi Xuemei walked to the door and looked at Zhu Tong curiously.
"How do you feel?" Zhu Tong took out the Phoenix Star Hair again and used the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate to prick the Matsui Style shoulder and back acupoints; it was not to cure the disease, but to balance the Qi in the patient's body.
Matsui Shi also practiced simple internal skills, but unfortunately, the long-term illness had already completely consumed all the energy in his body. The Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate could only stimulate the remaining energy hidden in the organs, allowing him to
It looks better. The little liar is not in the mood to use his skills to extend someone's life, and he really doesn't know how to deal with such a patient.
"Much better, much better." Matsui sighed comfortably, immersed in the long-lost relaxation.
"Grandpa Shi, you will definitely recover. I went to Qingshui Temple to ask for a signature for you, and it was approved." Jingchi Xuemei said happily; "Dr. Li is a real Chinese medicine doctor, he is a noble person, and he can cure you."
sick."
"Miss Xuemei, thank you for your kindness. As long as I live for one day, I will not let that kid fool around." Matsui Shi felt better and better under Zhu Tong's acupuncture, and his originally depressed ambition gradually recovered.
"You will definitely be able to cure Grandpa Shi." Jingchi Xuemei rolled up her sleeves and began to help Zhu Tong.
Can it? Zhu Tong smiled bitterly in his heart. If his acupuncture could really cure a terminal cancer patient, it would be a miracle. Faced with Jingchi Xuemei's expectant eyes, Zhu Tong began to think seriously: How
How many more days can Matsui live?
An hour later, when Kazuo Ikeda accompanied Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong into the Matsui-style ward, they saw a strange scene.
Li Xiang thought that Director Li and Matsui Shiki, who was supposed to be dying, were sitting in the courtyard drinking tea. Two geishas were playing music in the corridor, and Keiko was dancing lightly by the hot spring. Miss Ichichi Yukimi rolled up her sleeves and served them tea with a smile.
"Ikeda-kun, come quickly. I want to thank you for the miracle doctors you invited. Are they Dr. Li's companions? Thank you for your poor hospitality."
Matsui Shiki happily asked Ikeda Kazuo to come over, clapped his hands and asked someone to add some cushions to the coffee table. He picked up the tea cup and sighed: "Now I know how precious life is. I didn't expect that I can still enjoy the fragrant tea prepared by Miss Xuemi."
Ah, thanks to Dr. Li, I am in the mood to appreciate the cherry blossoms in Jiujin."
In the middle of the patio, there is a cherry blossom tree as brilliant as clouds. I could see it in Matsui style in the past, but it was not as exciting as now.
"Don't be too excited, Mr. Matsui. Can you let my colleague check you out?" Zhu Tong removed the gold needle inserted in Matsui's forehead and signaled to Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong that they could check the patient.
Bai Jiashu's method of traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than observing, smelling, asking, and treating; Zheng Shurong studied orthopedics and surgery, and came with Zhu Tong mainly because he wanted to learn; fortunately, the knowledge he dabbled in was complicated, and he looked at it
That stack of medical records can give you a rough idea.
Ten minutes later, Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong stopped one after another and shook their heads at Zhu Tong; meaning: This old man should have died long ago, and it is already a miracle that he is still alive.
Matsui Shiki could see what they meant and advised nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I'm satisfied that I can see you. Dr. Li said you are experts, and I believe you have done your best. Dr. Li, I still have energy now."
Do I know how much time I have left to do something I have always wanted to do? Miss Xuemei, there is no need to hide it. I only need three days. Is it okay to maintain this state for three days? I want to congratulate him for going too far.
Deprive him of all rights, including inheritance rights. Miss Xuemei no longer has to be angry with him. I'm sorry that the Matsui family has made you feel wronged."
"Grandpa Shi, you will definitely get better. Dr. Li is a miracle doctor and he will create miracles." Jingchi Xuemei took Matsui Shi's arm and gently swayed it, looking at Zhu Tong anxiously.
"Miss Xuemei, there is no need to persuade me, Mr. Ikeda, I hope to get your support." Matsui's skinny hand stroked Ichixuemi's white and tender wrist, causing goosebumps to appear on Zhu Tong's back.
"Ikeda will definitely support what Mr. Shiki wants to do." Ikeda Kazuo bowed his head and replied respectfully.
"I'm afraid it's not easy." Matsui Shiki picked up the tea cup and took a sip, savoring it intoxicatedly for a while, and then said: "Miss Xuemi's tea ceremony is already a great success, and we should all be content to enjoy such good tea. Ikeda
Sir, our two families were originally retainers of the Jingchi family. Over the past 113 years, thanks to the trust of our master, we have become what we are today. People must be content. I want to abolish the treaty made 113 years ago.
, return the management rights of the Jingchi Consortium to Miss Xuemei."
"Ah! Mr. Shiki, you..." Kazuo Ikeda looked at Matsui Shiki and Ikeda Yukimi in surprise.
"Yes, Miss Xuemei and I discussed it a few years ago. The family's past routine was too rigid to adapt to the current situation. Miss Xuemei also believes that if we meet an unruly manager, the Jingchi Consortium may be ruined.
Everything. So, Ms. Xuemi suggested setting up a board of directors. Thanks to the old lady’s love, both the Matsui family and the Ikeda family will get 24% of the family’s shares. Does Ikeda-kun think this suggestion is acceptable?"
According to the information obtained by Zhu Tong, in the past, the Ikeda family and the Matsui family only had management rights but no ownership of property; their roles were similar to those of housekeepers.
This is a proposal that is beneficial to all three parties. Iike Yukimi is equivalent to taking back the management rights of the property. The Matsui family and the Ikeda family have also legitimately received a large amount of property. If this proposal is really what Iike Yukimi meant, look
It seems that weak girls are not simple.
Kazuo Ikeda was still bowing his head and hesitating, his Matsui-style hands were trembling slightly, and he wanted to take another sip of tea, but he couldn't hold the cup.
"Doctor Li..." Xuemi Jingchi supported the Matsui pose with all her strength, and the old man's body was slowly sliding down.
Zhu Tong took out the Phoenix Star Hair and inserted it into the Matsui style Tanzhong point, sucking in a trace of true energy and barely maintaining the inner breath that supported him.
Matsui panted and lay half on the soft cushion, half-closing his eyes sleepily; the old man was too excited just now and consumed more than he replenished, so he almost passed out again.
"I agree." Kazuo Ikeda finally made up his mind.
Matsui Shi smiled and nodded. Their conversation had been in Chinese, and Zhu Tong was a little surprised at first. It wasn't until Ichi Xuemi waved the geisha who was playing music to leave that she finally understood a little: what they were afraid of was such an important decision.
Others overheard it; but I and my two companions were thought to have heard it but didn’t know what it meant.