"Old Yan, I'm going to apply an injection next time. If you feel anything uncomfortable, please tell me in time." Chu Lingyun came to Yan Zhenshan and said.

"Okay!" Yan Zhenshan nodded and responded.

He has also consulted a doctor many times before, but the results achieved are not ideal.

However, this time he was full of expectations for Chu Lingyun.

Because the last time Chu Lingyun rescued himself, that feeling was really amazing.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that Chu Lingyun had real skills, otherwise he would not have felt that way, and the effect would be immediate.

Chu Lingyun didn't say much, so he opened the wooden box and took out the silver needle, aimed at Yan Zhenshan's lungs, Dingpan, Dazhui and Fengmen and other acupuncture points.

The seemingly slow needle is actually smooth and has the style of a medical master.

This made Yan Zhenshan nodded secretly. It seemed that he was really right. With this method of acupuncture alone, he had far surpassed the old Chinese doctor who gave him acupuncture before.

When Chu Lingyun stabbed twelve silver needles into Yan Zhenshan's body, he then put the wooden box in his hand on the table.

The fingers gently brushed across the needle handle, and the silver needle exposed outside Yan Zhenshan's skin began to tremble quickly.

With the trembling, Chu Lingyun directly twisted the needle handle and began to rotate up and down continuously.

At the same time, extremely tiny internal force slowly entered Yan Zhenshan's body through the silver needle.

One, two, three...

As he twisted more and more silver needles, Yan Zhenshan felt a warm ball in his lungs, exactly the same as when he woke up that day, and it was very comfortable.

However, the feeling lasted for only about half a minute, and he felt a sensation of itching from the gunshot wound on his chest.

Then, he felt something was about to cough out from his throat.

My throat felt itchy and I felt very uncomfortable. I coughed twice, and the feeling became more and more severe.

Seeing this, Chu Lingyun nodded secretly, knowing that his treatment had already taken effect, and then moved to the side of Yan Zhenshan.

Cough cough cough!

In just a short while, Yan Zhenshan's coughing became more and more severe, and his body lying on the sofa trembled violently with every cough.

Wow!

Suddenly, Yan Zhenshan spit out several black and red blood clots the size of corn kernels from his mouth.

After a breath of relief, Yan Zhenshan stared at the black and red blood clots on the ground, and asked in surprise:

"My friend, what are these things? After coughing up, I felt much more relaxed."

While speaking, Yan Zhenshan subconsciously took a few more breaths.

He only felt unprecedented smoothness, with a little surprise on his face, looking at Chu Lingyun expectantly.

Chu Lingyun explained with a smile: "This is the dead blood left in the wound in your body, and it is also the main cause of your asthma."

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Yan Zhenshan nodded in a vague way, and asked excitedly, "That means... I'll be fine after I cough up these?"

"It's not that easy." Chu Lingyun smiled and shook her head, and explained patiently, "Old man, the dead blood in your body has been left for too long, which has hurt your lungs and turned into a serious disease."

"As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain of falls, and illness goes like a thread. This old problem is the most troublesome to treat. Simple acupuncture cannot achieve the effect of complete recovery."

"So, we still need to rely on the power of medicine. After the old man returns, he still needs to take a few pairs of Chinese medicine for some treatment."

Yan Zhenshan nodded suddenly and said apologetically: "So that's the case. I've been saying aloof, I've been saying aloof. Please don't blame me."

Chu Lingyun smiled indifferently: "Old Yan, now I will pull out the silver needle for you and then prescribe a few prescriptions for you."

He originally thought that it would take three times to reach this level, but he didn't expect that this acupuncture would be so smooth that it would have immediate results.

The needle is inlet faster and the needle is out faster.

In less than ten seconds, Chu Lingyun pulled out the silver needle and put it aside, waited for disinfection and put it back into the box.

After the dead blood was excreted from the body, Yan Zhenshan felt much more relaxed.

He sat up from the sofa and asked with respect while quickly dressing:

"My friend, your acupuncture method is amazing. I have also found many old Chinese doctors in the past. They are similar to the acupuncture points you have laid, but they are far from achieving the effect of yours. This is a world of difference!"

Chu Lingyun explained with a smile: "Old Yan, acupuncture is very good at calculating and strength. If the acupoint is a little worse, then the effect it achieves is also different. With the same principle of force, it is a slight difference, and the difference is a thousand miles apart."

Of course, for many people, it is actually not difficult to find the correct acupoints.

Unfortunately, this force is very particular.

This is especially the force in Chu Lingyun's mouth.

To put it bluntly, it is internal force.

If you have not practiced internal energy and can simply release internal energy, even if you know the method of applying needles, you will not be able to achieve the purpose of treatment.

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Yan Zhenshan nodded thoughtfully.

"Old Yan, I'll prescribe you now." Chu Lingyun took out a piece of white paper from the drawer beside him and quickly wrote the prescription on it with a signature pen.

15 grams of Pinellia ternata, 30 grams of Salvia miltiorrhiza, 12 grams of roasted ephedra, 15 grams of Wuling Lipid...

"Tsk tsk! Good characters, good characters. Although they are hard pens, this Yanjin Liu bone has a little bit of thin gold charm. It's really good characters!"

Yan Zhenshan did not pay attention to what he wrote, but was shocked by Chu Lingyun's handwriting, flowing and writing.

While speaking, Chu Lingyun had already written the prescription and handed it to Yan Zhenshan and smiled: "Old Yan, you really have an over-reward."

"Haha! My friend is so humble. Your word is extraordinary. You have a slight master style, which is very comparable to people!" Yan Zhenshan smiled while carefully admiring Chu Lingyun's handwriting.

Although Yan Zhenshan is from a military background, the older generation often loves calligraphy and painting.

Yan Zhenshan has also seen many works by calligraphy masters, and his eyesight is very superb.

You can see at a glance that Chu Lingyun's beautiful handwriting is no less than some contemporary calligraphy masters, and it has become a system.

"Thank you to Mr. Yan for praise." Chu Lingyun said modestly, then he gave a serious instructing, "Mr. Yan, you can draw three pieces according to the above prescription. After taking it, your disease should be more than half of it. If you treat it again next, you will probably be completely cut off."

"Really? That's so good." Yan Zhenshan was immediately delighted when he heard this.

His illness has tortured him for decades.

It would be fine if you can't even do a slightly heavier job, but you can't even touch the wine you love most in your life.

This made him feel very painful.

Unexpectedly, Chu Lingyun could easily solve the troubles and tortures that had been over the years.
Chapter completed!