Chapter 499: Ying Zijin: I created this needle technique [2 more]
The ancestor of the Fu family is Fu Xi.
Fu Xi has great talent, otherwise she would not have accepted Fu Xi as her disciple and passed on the ancient medical skills.
But the current traditional medicine, because it has been developed for hundreds of years, has branched out into too many branches and side branches, and indeed many aspects have nothing to do with it.
However, if we talk about orthodoxy, they are of course the disciples of Fu Xi.
Fu Xi was a kind person. Before he completely retired from the world of ancient medicine, he had been traveling around China to treat people without asking for any compensation.
Later, she returned to the field of traditional Chinese medicine and began to accept disciples to promote traditional Chinese medicine.
Ying Zijin had never paid attention to how many disciples Fu Xi had.
After all, she had already left the earth and returned to the spiritual world at that time.
This time when she was reborn, she only knew that Fu Xi was still alive, and she didn't care about the rest.
According to Lin Qingjia, Yuxuan is her first-generation disciple, Gu Shenyi is her second-generation disciple, and Lin Qingjia is her third-generation disciple.
It seems that this school is quite powerful and has a high reputation in the ancient medical world.
When she woke up, there were many younger generations.
Ying Zijin leaned against the wall, didn't move, just watched.
"I have checked. The patient is unconscious because the poison attacked his heart and nerves, causing mental problems." The ancient doctor stroked his beard, confident of success. "Detoxification requires not only medicinal herbs, but also acupuncture."
"I am confident that after one acupuncture treatment, the patient will wake up."
Hearing this, Evan's expression brightened up: "Yes, the Western doctor also checked and found that my father's nerves were indeed affected."
It seems that this ancient doctor is quite capable.
The ancient doctor took a long box from the medicine boy and opened it.
It was filled with silver needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold light.
The ancient doctor picked up one of them, disinfected it with alcohol and fire, then held the silver needle and pointed it at the Shao Shangxue of the head of the Bevin family.
Rita's expression changed and she was about to stop him.
When it comes to detoxification, she really only trusts Ying Zijin.
But before she could do anything, the ancient doctor's hand suddenly trembled, and the silver needle in his hand quickly turned black.
Not only the one in his hand, but all the ones in the box turned black.
Rita was stunned and looked at the girl.
The only one who can do this in an instant is a poison master.
The middle-aged man's expression changed: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Ying Zijin stroked his black sleeves and said nonchalantly: "You invited me here, but you are disrespectful to me. What a rubbish needlework. I don't like it."
These kinds of words have always been said by the ancient genius doctor himself, and no one has ever said them to him.
He was so angry that his beard was crooked and his fingers were shaking: "You, you..."
Thirteen Ghost Needles!
This is an acupuncture method passed down from ancient medicine. There are only a handful of people in the ancient medical community who know it. What does an African know?
This box of silver needles was specially made. The ancient genius doctor has been using it for thirty years and treats it like his own son.
He did not bring any spare silver needles with him when he came to Continent O. Once the silver needles were destroyed, how would he treat his patients without any tools?
The ancient divine doctor’s face turned pale.
Rita glanced at the destroyed silver needle and said, "How much is it? Take it from the vault. The Bevan family is not short of money."
To the ancient doctor, these words were an insult.
Now, even with Lin Qingjia's persuasion, he would not stay any longer.
Divine Doctor Gu stood up with a cold face: "If anything happens to this patient in the future, please don't ask me to come. I will not be responsible, and I will never come here again!"
He turned and left.
But no one tried to stop him.
Divine Doctor Gu’s expression became even uglier.
The middle-aged man followed and sighed, "I'm sorry, Miss Lin, I didn't think this through and made you make this trip in vain."
There are few rumors about the First Poison Master.
But it is obvious that the First Poison Master lived a long time.
Even the poison master ranked tenth on the list can greatly slow down the aging of cells and increase the ability of cells to divide through poisons.
In terms of age, even the ancient miracle doctor has to call him ancestor.
Of course he didn't say that.
"Master Taylor is too polite." Lin Qingjia smiled, "It's also because our medical skills are not high enough."
"Miss Lin, you are being too modest." The middle-aged man added, "The Taylor family will compensate for the ancient divine doctor's silver needles."
The Divine Doctor Gu snorted coldly and said nothing.
"Ancient divine doctor." Lin Qingjia pointed to his head and pursed his lips. "My mother has a problem here too. Please see if you can cure her after you go back."
The ancient divine doctor's expression finally eased: "Of course."
Even if people in Europe don't know the value of something, there will always be someone who knows.
He also didn't want to show his master's unique skills to foreigners.
**
In the ward.
Evan and Ivan couldn't bear the fear brought to them by the First Poison Master, so they found an excuse to leave.
"Find the remaining medicine and send it to me." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "With the medicine, he will wake up soon."
Rita nodded, a little curious: "That needlework just now, was it really rubbish?"
She didn't understand Chinese medicine, let alone ancient medicine, but what the ancient miracle doctors said made a lot of sense.
Ying Zijin yawned, his eyebrows and eyes were lazy: "It depends on who uses it and where it is used. His needle can't save people, it will kill people."
The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles are indeed aimed at the mind and spirit, and can indeed restore patients with mental problems to normal.
However, because the head of the Bevin family had been plagued by poison for many years, the aging of his organs had accelerated and he was very weak.
The third injection from the ancient doctor could directly take the life of the head of the Bevin family.
Rita was shocked: "Luckily you stopped it."
After thinking about it, she became more curious: "But how do you know so clearly?"
She also heard that the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were an acupuncture method passed down from ancient medicine. It was very rare and not passed on to outsiders.
“Oh, I created it.”
Lita: “…”
She couldn't tell whether this statement was true or false.
The brain capacity is a bit insufficient.
Rita was a little sad, she always thought she was a big shot.
But now she found that she didn't understand the big boss's world, and she couldn't even understand what he said.
Ying Zijin stood up and said, "I'll go first."
Lita also stood up: "I'll take you there."
"No, you can find more traitors in your family when you have time."
Ying Zijin walked out of the castle and suddenly stopped.
She turned her head and glanced at Evan, who was hesitant about whether to go forward: "You want to follow?"
Evan's body stiffened and his legs went limp again: "No, no, please go ahead, sir."
How bold is he to follow the number one poison master?
By then, you probably won’t even know how you died.
Evan just stood there and watched the girl leave.
Ten minutes later, the sense of intimidation finally disappeared and he was able to regain his freedom of movement.
Evan wiped the sweat off his face and went back with weak legs.
It’s so scary. I really don’t know what the No. 1 Poison Master looks like. Is he already a skeleton?
**
Ying Zijin left Bevin Castle and walked around several times, taking off his black robe and makeup and changing into normal clothes.
She looked at the black robe in her hands and for the first time found it a bit of an eyesore.
I don’t know how she could wear this kind of clothes for hundreds of years.
This aesthetic.
After she left the underground world last night, she went to the airport to pick up Fu Yunshen.
Early this morning, Xiu Yu and the Xiu family's racing team also came, and the F1 event hosted by the Manson family was about to begin.
Qin Lingyu also traveled with them.
It was said that there was a transnational variety show to be filmed, so Qin Lingyu came along as well.
In addition to Xiu Yu and the Xiu family's racing team, everyone else also stayed in the hotel where the crew of "Elf Queen" was located.
Seeing Ying Zijin coming back, Yunshan bowed respectfully: "Miss Ying."
"Yaoyao, there's a cocktail party next month." Fu Yunshen waved his hand, his peach blossom eyes curved, "It's jointly hosted by the big families of O continent and Venus Group, do you want to go?"
Ying Zijin didn't feel anything: "No, I'm lazy."
"Yeah." Fu Yunshen was not surprised.
"Master, I'll go, I'll go." Yunshan rubbed his hands, very excited, "I want to grab the red envelope, and I want to eat delicious food."
He had heard that this cocktail party would give out free red envelopes, and he wanted to experience the joy of having money fall from the sky.
Hearing this, Ying Zijin opened his eyes, his head still resting on the shoulder of the real human-shaped pillow, and said calmly: "Then go."
Yunshan: “…”
He was now completely certain that their young master could not compare to money and food.
Fu Yunshen glanced at the full-length pillow thrown on the bed, and raised his lips: "Little friend, how about the gift?"
"I want to cut it up with scissors."
“…”
"Dad Ying." At this time, Xiu Yu knocked on the door outside, "It's night time, I'll take you out for some fun."
"Ignore the men. They will only slow down your sword movement! We must be ruthless."
Ying Zijin glanced at Fu Yunshen and murmured, "It seems to make sense."
Fu Yunshen paused, raised his eyebrows, and a gleam of light floated in his eyes, with a hint of seduction: "Hmm?"
Ying Zijin stood up slowly: "You only affect the speed of my sword, and your pillow affects my sleep quality."
Sleeping too deeply.
“…”
She left the presidential suite without any psychological burden and went to meet Xiu Yu.
Qin Lingyu was there too. After seeing the girl, she nodded and said, "Let's go."
Xiu Yu took out his mobile phone and started searching for restaurants, and he felt a severe dizziness in his head.
She suddenly coughed, her expression changed, as if she remembered something, raised her hand and called Ying Zijin: "Dad Ying, on the plane..."
Before he could finish the rest of his words, he lost consciousness in an instant.
(End of this chapter)
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