"What's wrong with me? If you don't mention it, can you gain a memory? Lying down quickly, there are the last five injections, and you will feel comfortable after you are pricked."

"It's true, you didn't lie to me. I'll tell you Old Man Liu, if you still feel uncomfortable after you pierce me, I'll smash your sign."

"You are like this, and you even smash my signature. Let's dream."

While Old Liu was bickering with Old Song, his hands kept pricking on Old Song's body one by one.

After Mr. Liu finished the last injection, more than an hour had passed. However, Mr. Song had already narrowed his eyes comfortably and looked drowsy.

Although Jiang Cha gave him a massage yesterday to relieve the pain of his old injuries, he didn't sleep for long last night and woke up early.

Because he woke up too early, he woke his wife up, so his wife rushed him out in anger, otherwise he wouldn't have come to Mr. Liu so early today.

Of course, you can't blame your wife for this. Just blame him for having a bad habit. When he can't sleep, he doesn't want others to sleep.

So the couple always quarrels because of this, and he is always kicked out of the house by his wife.

Seeing that Mr. Song wanted to sleep, neither Jiang Cha nor Mr. Liu disturbed him and let him fall asleep slowly, and the needle on his body was not pulled out.

After another half an hour, Mr. Liu ordered Jiang Cha, "Chat, I will leave the matter of raising needles to you."

"Okay, master." Jiang Cha nodded and asked Mr. Liu to rest.

After having been injected for such a long time, Mr. Liu is actually very tired, after all, he is too old.

So if he didn't specify it specifically, he would ask Jiang Cha to help.

Mr. Liu left with peace of mind. Jiang Cha did not rush to pull out the needle. Instead, he stretched out his finger and flicked it on the tail of each needle.

As he moved, a trace of spiritual power slowly entered Mr. Song's body along the silver needle to repair the internal injuries in his body.

Mr. Song was sleeping, and the very comfortable warm current was wandering on his old wounds, making him feel more comfortable and gradually he fell asleep.

When Mr. Song woke up, it was already noon.

Opening his eyes, Mr. Song felt relieved all over. He hadn't slept such a good night's sleep in a long time.

I got up from the bed, moved my hands and feet, and then walked out of the room.

There was no one in the living room, but the sound of talking came from the study. When he looked into the study, he saw Jiang Cha and Mr. Liu discussing something.

Seeing him, the two of them immediately stopped talking, stood up at the same time and asked, "You are awake."

"Wake up!" Mr. Song nodded with a smile, and then said to Mr. Liu, "Old Mr. Liu, your ability is as good as ever. I feel much more comfortable now. Do you know how long your acupuncture can last? You can't, I'll come to you every day to get an acupuncture."

"Do you still want to cure all your internal injuries? If you want, you will come here to report every day. Otherwise, you will do whatever you like."

"Can my old injury really be cured?" Mr. Song was both surprised and happy.

When the old injuries relapsed, he regretted it. When he was young, he did not listen to Mr. Liu and did not heal all these injuries in one breath.

He thought the wound on his body was just like this, and he had to live the days ahead with the pain.

Because he was worried that he would not live long, he urgently wanted to go back to his hometown to take a look.

"Old man Song, what are you saying? Do you don't believe in my medical skills or why?"
Chapter completed!