C22 (1/2)

Early the next morning, Wang Haifeng and the others brought Ye Mo to the Wang family's recuperation room.

Ye Mo looked at the old man in the wheelchair, who seemed to be in a daze. Then, he turned around and said to the crowd.

”Let me first soothe the old man's muscles!”

With that, Ye Mo walked up and began to push Old Master Wang's legs. After more than half an hour, he then pierced the legs with silver needles.

”All of you, stabilize the old man's body! I used a silver needle to clear the deep bruise on his head! ”

When Wang Haifeng and Wang Haifeng each held one of the old man's hands, Ye Mo took out a six inch long silver needle and slowly inserted it into the old man's head. His fingers slightly touched the silver needle with extremely little strength, and the needle actually began to move slightly.

Following the movement of the silver needle, strands of pitch-black blood flowed out from the needle.

All the members of the Wang family in the pavilion widened their eyes and mouths. They clearly knew that the blood that slowly flowed out from the silver needle was from the bruises on Old Master Wang's head.

At this moment, Dean Ma was also extremely shocked. This move of Ye Mo's was without a doubt the most magical method he had seen to remove blood clots in the brain since he was a doctor.

When the black bruises ran out, Ye Mo took a deep breath and started patting Elder Wang's back with his right hand at an extremely high frequency.

His movements were as fast as lightning, his attacks overlapping each other! Every time Ye Mo hit him a few times, some of the needles on Elder Wang's body would pop out!

In the end, the silver needle on Elder Wang's head and legs was actually forced out of Ye Mo's body by Ye Mo.

”Whew ~ ~”

Ye Mo let out a long sigh of relief. Old man Wang's legs, which had originally been unconscious, began to move. His dull eyes also gradually regained their clarity.

”Dad?”

”Grandfather!”

Wang Haifeng's family all cried out softly.

”Mm …” What's wrong with me? Why did you get into a wheelchair? ” Old man Wang asked, a bit confused.

Wang Haifeng quickly recounted the situation between the time Ye Mo cured his disease and the time just now. Only then did old man Wang shift his gaze to Ye Mo, repeatedly sizing up this young man. He then directly got up from the wheelchair and held Ye Mo's hand, saying,

”Young man, thank you for curing me of my illness!”

”Lordmaster, this is just a small matter.” ”Thank you, Dean Ma. If Dean Ma didn't believe in my medical skills, I wouldn't even be able to see you!” Ye Mo said humbly. He didn't forget to bring Dean Ma out as well.

”Haha, young people are neither arrogant nor impetuous, but their mental fortitude alone is enough to defeat those of the same age.” Grandpa Wang laughed and then said to Dean Ma, ”Xiao Ma, my illness has troubled you.”

Dean Ma quickly said: ”Uncle Ming Zhang, your old man's problem is my problem. If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid that right now …”