Song Yun took out a pen and drew a simple acupuncture point array diagram.

The guard couldn't understand it, but the old man could.

Song Yun began to explain in detail to the old man the acupuncture method she had developed for Mr. Wu.

The old man had been a doctor all his life, and acupuncture was his specialty. Song Yun only explained it once, but he understood the principles and gained deep insights.

"Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. Your needlework is like an axe that has split my stubborn brain. All the knots that I couldn't figure out before are now clear."

The guard laughed at the old man's analogy and said, "Then you should say you've opened up your Ren and Du meridians. Who would say they're a blockhead?"

Song Yun also laughed, "If your head is made of elm wood, then mine is made of iron wood."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Song Yun started her first needlework.

The old man stood by and took a good look, secretly admiring that with such skill and accuracy, people would believe that she had practiced for decades.

Although the guard was a outsider, he had seen the old man giving acupuncture to Chief Wu in the past few days, and his acupuncture technique was very skilled. However, compared with Song Yun in front of him, there was still a gap. No wonder Commander Xu went to so much trouble to get someone from Heilongjiang Province.

After the acupuncture, Song Yun gave Mr. Wu a massage.

She didn't teach the old man how to massage on purpose, not because she was keeping her secrets, but because she needed to focus on the internal energy when massaging to help clear the blocked and paralyzed tendons and meridians.

The old man stood by and studied seriously.

As a Chinese medicine practitioner, and an old Chinese medicine practitioner, acupuncture and massage are must-learn items, so he naturally understands them. As soon as he sees Song Yun's technique, he knows which tendon she is pushing. He writes down her massage steps, and even takes notes with a pen in case he forgets them.

After the massage, Song Yun's forehead and nose were covered with fine beads of sweat. She took out a handkerchief to wipe them off and said to Wu Laoyu, "Try to move your hands and feet."

Mr. Wu's hands and feet could move at first, but his senses were numb and he couldn't control himself normally. Now he obviously felt that the numbness in his body was relieved a little, and he could do some simple finger flexion movements after raising his hands.

The guard was very shocked when he saw this. This was just the first time of acupuncture, and it had such an immediate effect. If he had a few more acupuncture treatments, would he be able to get out of bed?

Mr. Wu was also very happy and thanked Song Yunyu in an inarticulate manner.

Next he had to undergo facial acupuncture. Song Yun was afraid that he would be exhausted, so she took out the remaining half bottle of low-grade nutrient solution and quietly poured a little into Mr. Wu's teacup when she brought him water.

The guard hurriedly took the water brought by Song Yun and fed some to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu, who looked a little tired, was obviously much more energetic after drinking water.

The facial acupuncture treatment lasted for an hour. After the treatment, the symptoms of Mr. Wu's squinting eyes and crooked mouth were significantly improved, but his speech was still unclear.

Song Yun said to Mr. Wu, "Don't worry, your slurred speech symptoms will be relieved after two more acupuncture treatments." He said, "Just practice more and talk more. It is likely that you can recover as you were before, even if you don't want to.

At this time, Commander Xu hurried over. It was obvious that he had taken time out of his busy schedule to come here. He was happy when he saw Song Yun, "Comrade Song, I've been waiting for you to come."

Song Yun was also happy, "Master Xu, thank you."