Chen Jianpeng hurriedly stepped forward to take off Chen Aiguo’s shirt, revealing the old man’s squishy upper body.
Zhu Xiaoshu also took out the silver needle box she had brought before.
“Disinfection.” Yu Sheng said.
Zhu Xiaoshu nodded, and hurriedly lit the alcohol lamp to disinfect the silver needles.
After receiving the sterilized silver needle for the rest of his life, he began to administer the needle to Chen Aiguo.
The acupuncture method he used this time was different from the one used for the old man Bai last time, and it was much more advanced than the Sanyang Kaitai method.
Zhu Xiaoshu’s eyes lit up, and he admired his master to the utmost in his heart.
“Master, what kind of acupuncture is this?” Zhu Xiaoshu couldn’t help asking.
“Tiangang thirty-six stitches, you still can’t learn this stitch, just take a look.” Yu Sheng said lightly.
This set of acupuncture requires very high Qigong, which is more than ten times more demanding than Sanyang Kaitai acupuncture.
At least the inner strength of the master’s cultivation level is needed to control the essence of this set of needles.
Thirty-six stitches in Tiangang!
Zhu Xiaoshu was surprised.
Don’t say she has seen this set of needles, she hasn’t even heard of it.
Her grandfather is also a silver needle master, and there are several ways to know silver needles.
She has been studying medicine with her father since she was a child, and she has never heard her grandfather say that there is a magical needle technique called Tiangang thirty-six stitches.
As the rest of his life stuck thirty silver needles on Chen Aiguo’s three strange acupoints, half an hour later, Chen Aiguo opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of black blood. Everyone in the Chen family changed their colors and was shocked.
But when they were about to say something, they saw that Old Man Chen was not only okay, but because he vomited this black blood, his face became a little ruddy.
Everyone in the Chen family looked ecstatic, is this effective?
Their gazes towards Yu Sheng were suddenly full of shock and admiration.
In fact, they didn’t know that the black blood that Chen Aiguo vomited just now was the more nasty cancer cells in his body. Yu Sheng used the silver needle to force it out of Chen Aiguo’s body.
“The cancer cells in your body have basically been eliminated, but the vitality of the cancer cells is too strong. After a year, half a year later, they will definitely recur, but I will give you an injection at that time to suppress it.”
After a pause, he said again: “If you want a radical cure, you basically need four injections, which is two years.”
Cancer cells are too abnormal. Even if the rest of his life learns the supreme medical technique from the Nine Profound Heavenly Sutras, it will take time to cure the cancer.
However, the Longevity Pill he refined could cure Chen Aiguo’s cancer at once, but the Longevity Pill was too expensive, this time he only refined four, and he was somewhat reluctant to give it to Chen Aiguo.
“Doctor Yu, you mean my dad can live for more than half a year?” Chen Guangxing asked excitedly.
Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Chen Guangxing, a little speechless. Isn’t what he said clearly enough?
Chen Aiguo said silently, “Are you stupid? Yu Shenyi just said that within two years, he can cure me the root cause of the disease.”
Now he is a doctor who doesn’t doubt Yu Sheng at all. Just after he vomited that black blood, he found that his body muscles were repairing quickly, and the whole person was refreshed like never before.
Yu Sheng also said: “Even if I don’t give him an injection in half a year, he can live for at least another five years in his current situation.”
“Five years!”
At this moment, Chen Guangxing and others were full of ecstasy. They must be excited if the old man can live for a few more years.
Yu Sheng said to Zhu Xiaoshu again: “Let your grandfather prescribe a prescription for nourishing the lungs. He knows what medicine to prescribe. Within the next six months, he will follow this prescription and drink three bowls a day. After meals, once in the morning, once in the evening, and once in the evening.”
“Good Master.” Zhu Xiaoshu nodded.
Yu Sheng got up to wash his hands, and suddenly heard a micro-message sound. He took the handkerchief that Chen Churan handed over and dried it, then took out his cell phone and took a look. It was sent by Yang Zihuan.
Seeing the content of the message, Yu Sheng’s face changed slightly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He spoke to the Chen family and walked outside.
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