Chapter 349 (1/2)

This is bullshit.

From Meng Yunhui's point of view, ye Mo is completely holding a silver needle to tie his leg into a cactus, and then pull out the needle. If this can be regarded as treatment, he will also become a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Who can't tie needles indiscriminately.

Guo Yujing originally had the same idea as Meng Yunhui, but after all, she was a leader. Even if she saw many things, she didn't speak directly. She just stood aside and watched. Then she found an unusual place - that is, her husband was stabbed so many needles in his legs that she didn't shed a drop of blood when she pulled them out!

This is very unusual, because the silver needle is also a sharp tool. If it is not right to stick on the acupoint and deliberately avoid the blood vessels, it will bleed. However, ye Mo stabbed so many silver needles so rudely, there is no blood. This undoubtedly shows that the opponent is not stabbing at random, but stabbing in a methodical way. In this way, What the other party said has been cured, hasn't it?

Thinking of this, Guo Yujing inevitably looks at her husband with some excitement.

"Secretary Dong can go down and feel it."

Ye Mo is still writing prescriptions and doesn't lift his head. This prescription is relatively long, because in addition to taking care of dongshengping's body, he also needs to add something to neutralize the poison of grass and insects. This should only be an accident. It is estimated that the villager mixed a deer medicine when picking mountain millet, As a result, the natural grass Gu was so immortal that he just sucked the juice on the deer medicine, so the later thing happened.

Dongshengping nodded, waved his hand and refused Meng Yunhui's help. He stood up with the sofa. As soon as he stood up, dongshengping immediately felt different. A while ago, he always felt that his legs were falling over, and stepping on the ground was like stepping on cotton. He always felt that he didn't step on the ground.

But now, the awkward feeling disappeared all at once. Everything became normal except that my legs felt a little numb.

"I drink this prescription every day. In addition to completely recovering, I add several other herbs to it, which will alleviate your occasional headache, Secretary Dong."

Ye Mo finished the prescription, shook his hand and tore it off and handed it to dongshengping road.

Dongshengping took it with both hands, picked up the prescription and glanced at it roughly. At once, he brightened his eyes, opened his mouth and exclaimed, "good word!"

"Dr. ye, who did you learn this skill from? You don't have more than ten years of Kung Fu, but you can't practice this fine brush."

Dongshengping looks at Ye Mo and says with great interest.

The young man revealed surprises to him everywhere. He not only had a calm personality and amazing medical skills, but also wrote good words.

As the saying goes, seeing words is like seeing people. The words in this prescription are flowing, free and uninhibited, and have the style of a hermit. Most people who can write such words have a weak personality, fame and wealth, and are calm and comfortable.

The appearance of this character in a young man who is only thirty is really surprising.

"When I was a child, I was forced to practice by my master. Secretary Mao praised me."

Ye Mo smiled faintly. He didn't think much about his handwriting at ordinary times. He wrote it completely according to his mood and habits, but it seems that people who have seen it praised it. All this was practiced by Huang Fuzhi when he asked him to write medical records silently as a child.

Whenever someone praises Ye Mo's writing, ye Mo thinks of his mentor for the first time.

"This time, it's hard for Dr. Ye."

Dongshengping handed the prescription to Meng Yunxiang. Meng Yunxiang quickly and carefully took it. He was as careful with this Notepad torn off by Ye Mo as with a fragile work of art, for fear of being damaged.