Murong was lying on the bed with a face full of pain, as if someone had filled his legs with water. He finally managed to get a doctor who could treat him, but he didn't know that he could not be cured even though he had such a bad temper.

"Hey, Yang Xiaole, why are you so stubborn? Can you help me? This is because of your formula. Otherwise, my legs can still support me for a few years."

Murong kept moaning there, but Yang Xiaole didn't react at all. He didn't care how much impact this incident would have on his reputation if word spread about it. If he really cared about this, he wouldn't have quarreled with an old man in public at the party.

"Is this your attitude? If you want me to save people, you have to threaten me, or you people are in a high position and have forgotten to be humble!"

Yang Xiaole was not helpless. Seeing that Hong Yan gave him a set of clothes at the party, it really didn't make him wet. Although he could also use his spiritual power to steam the clothes dry, the meaning was different.

But the favor of returning clothes can only be repaid if the other party has a good attitude. He is not a child who can be manipulated and frightened by just a few words.

"No, no, no, no, my master is just anxious. Please check it out quickly. The old man can't stand this ordeal. If his legs are really useless, it will be bad."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Hong Yan quickly closed the door to stop Yang Xiaole who was about to leave. Anyway, he was willing to risk his face today and wanted to keep people here. They all came to the door. Wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't get treatment?

"Why, are you trying to imprison me?"

Yang Xiaole looked at the person blocking the door, with his arms folded across his chest, his face gloomy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth had no meaning. Looking at Yang Xiaole like this, Hong Yan was horrified. He wished he could get out of the way right now and give this Buddha to him.

He was sent out, but the person lying inside was his master. Once he was a master, he was always a father. He couldn't just ignore it, right?

"Please help me take a look. You can impose whatever conditions you want. As long as I have it, I will do whatever it takes to break the law!"

Hong Yan knew that Yang Xiaole was a soft-spoken person who only wanted to avoid losing money. Although he didn't deal with this kind of thing very often, he had still seen it before.

What he said through gritted teeth was considered a promise from him. If Yang Xiaole was still not satisfied, he really didn't know what to do.

"Okay, deal!" While everyone in the room was waiting for the trial, Yang Xiaole pondered for a moment. He felt that Murong and Hong Yan, with their identity, background and strength,

It's quite helpful to myself.

"Just do as you say. You owe me a favor. I'll help you with this."

Yang Xiaole turned around and sat down by the bed, pinched his leg twice, making a dent, which was a sign of edema and water accumulation.

Murong should also know this kind of common sense, so Yang Xiaole didn't say much. He just explained the habits of mugwort and the suitable temperature. They immediately knew where the problem was. If the water below 60 degrees is used to soak mugwort,

It will produce a toxin, which originally does not have much impact, but for the elderly with osteoporosis, it is the most unacceptable thing.

Yang Xiaole always carries silver needles with him when he goes out, a small one hidden in his cuffs. This is also one of his most important hidden weapons. Ordinary people will only regard it as a tool to cure diseases and save people.

I never thought that such a small thing could kill people.

"You carry a silver needle with you? You're so cool, brother."

Hong Yan has been staring at Yang Xiaole's techniques without blinking. Although he knows that it is not good to learn from others secretly, it is still related to his master's legs. From now on, he can't let Yang Xiaole take a trip every time, right?

It was precisely because he observed carefully enough that his eyes almost never left Yang Xiaole's hands, so he was very surprised that this man could conjure a needle out of thin air.

"But, doesn't this injection need to be sterilized?"

Hong Yan watched Yang Xiaole directly pierce the knee joint. After hesitating, he asked, since the needle can be inserted into the body, it must be easy to pierce into the seams of the bones. If there is no need for disinfection,

I'm afraid this is another kind of harm to the body, right?

"No, my things don't need to be sterilized. Also, if you want to look at it, just look at it quietly and don't talk for a while, don't you bother me."

Yang Xiaole didn't look back, he just leaned down slightly and got a little closer to Murong's legs, as if he was observing some peerless treasure. His focused attitude made Hong Yan feel a little ashamed.

Hong Yan automatically silenced himself and didn't speak again. Mrs. Zhang stood aside and rubbed her husband's shoulders from time to time and wiped the irritated sweat from his forehead, with a distressed look on his face.

No one in the room spoke, and Yang Xiaole was so silent that even his breathing was faint and inaudible. Only Murong's gasps from time to time could tell that this job was indeed not easy.

"alright."

Yang Xiaole tightens the needle and straightens it

Due to lying prone for a long time, he could even hear the crisp crackling sound of his own bones when he straightened his back.

In fact, it was not just Yang Xiaole himself. Except for Murong, who was a little too tired now, the other two people heard it and knew it very clearly.

"That's it? No need for a few more treatments?"

Although Hong Yan wanted to believe it in his heart, his mouth had already asked this sentence before his brain. He looked at Yang Xiaole with some embarrassment and wanted to take it back, but it was too late.

"Haha, haven't you heard of it? I always treat illnesses and save people with results the first time, and I will never do it a second time. If this happens, it can only mean that some people don't listen to the doctor's advice."

Yang Xiaole mocked Hong Yan coldly. His voice was not soft, and he was also talking to Murong. As a senior in the field of Chinese medicine, he should know better. He must listen to the words of Chinese medicine. After all, this is medicine.

Poison, a pure Chinese medicinal material, is very toxic.

Old Mr. Murong was still covered in cold sweat. He couldn't hear what Yang Xiaole was saying, but he almost knew it. He recognized all the words that were just mocking himself!

Yang Xiaole left while they were busy with work, and didn't have anyone to send her to. It was troublesome to send her back and forth, and she didn't bother to say hello to them.

"Hey, it's true that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong!"

Yang Xiaole stretched his waist and felt a lot more comfortable. He touched the silver needle hidden in his sleeve and warmed it with his spiritual power. He continued to temper the needle to become sharper. It was the needle that had been removed from Murong's leg before

The stagnant water that was extradited was also completely evaporated.

This is also the reason why Yang Xiaole said that his silver needles do not need to be sterilized. They contain his own spiritual power, which is guaranteed to cure the disease. If a small flame or something is extinguished, who will he cry to?

"He's gone? Why didn't he say hello? I've troubled him so much and he hasn't even been paid yet!"

When Mrs. Zhang came to her senses, Yang Xiaole himself had already fallen down on the big bed on Fushou Street and started snoring. Hong Yan also realized it later. He was focused on studying his master's legs.

I didn't realize when Yang Xiaole left.

"Next time I meet him, I'll thank him in person. This time it was really troublesome for him."
Chapter completed!