"If you are sick, you will have corresponding symptoms everywhere on the surface of the body." Huang Rongdao was shocked, but Zhou Yang said calmly: "It just so happens that this meridian is the end-of-stay flow to the stomach. Do you often feel stiffness here? If it is Western medicine, you will definitely say that you have shoulder and neck strain, and then prescribe various medicines to you, but they always fail to work. Am I right?"

"Yes." Huang Rongdao nodded quickly, but his expression became even more surprised.

"This is the disadvantage of those Western doctors treating headaches and feet. If those guys encounter ordinary diseases, they will definitely take effect quickly. If they encounter more difficult and complicated diseases, they will use medicine randomly." Zhou Yang said disdainfully.

While he was speaking, he pulled out several silver needles from his waist. They were of different lengths and softness. Under the sunlight, the coldness was unscrupulously emitting the coldness that was so cold that Huang Rongdao couldn't help but shivered.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang smiled and said, "You have been frozen before?"

"Isn't that?" When Zhou Yang mentioned this, Huang Rongdao recalled the cruelty of the war years. His eyes unconsciously looked into the distance, and he was a little hollow and confused. After a while, he said sadly: "When I was fighting North Korea, I almost froze to death there. Back then, our army set off from southern Fujian and went to the Korean battlefield in single clothes. Finally... Alas! More brothers who died of freezing than those who died of battle. Peace is not easy now!"

The old man sighed so much that although Zhou Yang did not have the experience of empathizing with him, he could feel the cruelty of war in his desolate tone.

"Your stomach disease is largely related to cold. Look at the ends of blood vessels, is it ink purple?" Zhou Yang pointed at the bottom of Huang Rongdao's neck and said.

Although there was no mirror, Huang Rongdao had noticed this before, but he didn't care. Now that Zhou Yang mentioned it, he remembered it again and said, "It seems to be ink purple. I was surprised before. I thought there was something wrong with the blood, so I went to check it and said it was okay, but I had a little too many platelets."

"This is a symptom of cold poison." Zhou Yang rolled up his sleeve, pointed to the meridians on the inside of the back of his hand, and said: "Actually, it should be light green. The blue veins that people often say are actually incorrect, but they are not harmful to health, because the blood flows rapidly in the arteries, and small toxins will automatically resolve them."

"Oh." Huang Rongdao nodded, feeling a little sudden.

"Come on, reach out and I'll help you detoxify."

Zhou Yang arranged the silver needles he took out, and there were five in total.

"Ah? Now?" Huang Rongdao didn't react. He didn't expect that he would be serious while chatting.

"Aren't you going to drink with me? I'll give you two injections first to relieve your stomach. Don't fall down before you can drink it." Zhou Yang said with a chuckling.

Zhou Yang's words were actually decompressing Huang Rongdao. He didn't dare to say that these few shots were to completely dismantle his stubborn poison, for fear that he would be nervous and would affect the effect.

When Huang Rongdao heard this, he felt relieved. He nodded with understanding, opened his hands and said, "Come on."

"Take off your shoes first."

"Hmm?" Huang Rongdao was a little unresponsive. A doctor had given him a silver needle before, but he had never had a foot. But he still obeyed Zhou Yang's words and took off his shoes. After all, Zhou Yang is a doctor, he is a patient, and how can the patient treat the disease if he doesn't trust the doctor?

After Huang Rongdao took off his shoes, Zhou Yang gently lifted his right foot, and his muscles were a little stiff. At that moment, Zhou Yang frowned and asked, "Old man, you are afraid that you haven't exercised for a long time. Life lies in exercise."

"When I am old, why are you still exercising? When I was young, I exercised a lot. I had to walk two hundred miles a day when I was running for a long distance."

"That's not possible. Exercising too much when you are young does not mean you don't exercise when you are old. Exercise is continuity. In the past, you exercised at high intensity, but now you have to maintain intensity exercise, otherwise your body balance will be quickly broken, which will affect your internal organs. At that time, you will be really useless to not think about tea or food, and you will be useless to do anything."

"There is still such a statement?" Huang Rong said a little strange.

Zhou Yang didn't know what to use to convince Mr. Huang, so he made an example: "Some old men and ladies in the countryside have money when they are old, but they still can't live. They always go out to find work with hoes on their backs every day. Why? Because they feel uncomfortable not working, their bodies are prone to illness, which is also the same."

"I heard you say that. My brother is seven years older than me and his body is much stronger than me. He goes to the countryside if he has something to do. It seems that he still has to work."

"Just be moderate." Zhou Yang smiled slightly. His chat was actually to relax the old man's mood, which is particularly important for treatment.

"Hi!" Mr. Huang suddenly slapped his thigh, laughed out loud, and said playfully: "I didn't expect my grandson-in-law to be a doctor. Ha, I never dreamed of it!"

Zhou Yang heard that he said this, but he did not refute it. He would just be a grandson-in-law for one day, not a grandson.

While Mr. Huang was laughing, Zhou Yang suddenly applied a needle and took out a soft ox hair needle and quickly stabbed it in between Huang Rongdao's two toes. Under his unique technique, the silver needle suddenly penetrated into the skin and flesh. Immediately, Huang Rongdao felt a cold current from the soles of his feet directly into the stomach. In an instant, he had a cold war and his body shrank into a ball.

For Zhou Yang, this is a normal reaction. Because the bloodline inserted by his cow hair needle is the old man's Foot Ming Yang meridian, and using cold to control Yang, the reaction is naturally particularly strong.

After stabbing the fine needle of the cow, Zhou Yang did not stop for a moment and quickly inserted a short needle into the old man's neck...Puff! The silver needle accurately penetrated the ends of the old man's blood vessels, no matter how small it was. For Zhou Yang, it was like a slaughter of the cow, and there would be no mistakes when he closed his eyes. Because the targets of the needles were all reptiles, and some of the insects did not even have blood vessels, Zhou Yang had to find the energy hub in their bodies. Human blood vessels were traceable, which was much easier than those gadgets.

As soon as the cut needle entered the blood vessel, a warm current rushed to the stomach. As soon as the cold and hot collided, Mr. Huang instantly started to sway and spit white foam in his mouth.

Zhou Yang was not in a hurry to see the old man foaming, but instead looked at him with a smile, and he wanted to see how many such scabs there were in the old man's stomach.

The old man vomited for about ten minutes, and the white foam turned into diluted yellow foam.

Although the old man vomited non-stop, his face became more and more beautiful.

"His grandfather is so powerful. How many times have he eaten on time in most of his life?" Zhou Yang chuckled and muttered.

Huang Rongdao vomited for nearly ten minutes, and the guard barely stopped after he brought all the food.

At this time, Zhou Yang slowly took out three other silver needles, pinched an orchid finger with one hand, and inserted the three silver needles into Huang Rongdao's stomach with a three-legged tripod... Huh!

As soon as the silver needle entered his body, Huang Rongdao immediately let out a long breath of turbid air. When the turbid air hit his face, Zhou Yang felt extremely fishy and choked, and tears slipped out.

"How much garlic has you eaten? There is garlic essential oil in your stomach!" Zhou Yang muttered, looking disgusted. He has not liked garlic since he was a child. Although he knew that the thing was good for the body, he just couldn't stand the smell.

After a long smell of fishy smell, a comfortable expression slowly appeared on Huang Rongdao's face, and he began to let out a light hum... "Comfortable! So comfortable!"

Seeing this, the guard next to him couldn't help but pull the corner of Zhou Yang's clothes and asked in a low voice: "Hey! Comrade, what's wrong with the old leader?"

"It's okay, I'm detoxifying him." Zhou Yang smiled slightly, and said nothing in detail, afraid that the guard would not understand.

Zhou Yang's first silver needle caused a cold current in Huang Rongdao's stomach, and the second one was a warm current. After mutual repulsion, they eliminated the scrots in the stomach. Zhou Yang quickly pierced into three silver needles, guiding the two airflows, and from clueless collisions to a circular rotation that hinders each other. The circular rotation slowly formed a small Tai Chi of hot and cold airflows.

As soon as the little Tai Chi is activated, the toxins in the stomach will automatically rotate...

This thing is mysterious, but in fact it focuses on a clever spirit and the strength of harmony between yin and yang.
Chapter completed!