The Heaven’s Jailer

"This..." Liu Lang turned his back to Mu Xueqing and the others, so they couldn't see how Liu Lang injected the needle, but Li Mengdong was standing opposite Liu Lang. Clearly.

Li Mengdong has been immersed in acupuncture for decades, and the only time he saw acupuncture in this way was more than 60 years ago, and that person was his teacher.

It is rumored that besides being proficient in medicine, his master has also made great achievements in martial arts. At that time, his master said that if you want to practice this acupuncture technique, you can't rely on talent and hard work alone, because it is martial arts and martial arts. The combination of medicine and Taoism can be used freely only when one has reached a certain height in martial arts.

Reminiscent of Mr. Tan's evaluation of Liu Lang before, Li Mengdong immediately realized that Liu Lang was far stronger than he imagined.

Of course, now is not the time to think about so many things. According to what Liu Lang said, after the removal of the thirty-six life-hanging silver needles, Mr. Mu can only hold on for another half an hour, so he can't stop for a moment.

"Liu Lang, let me tell you the name of the acupoint, and you apply the needle. I believe you know the specific depth better than me." Li Mengdong took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Okay, let's start!" Liu Lang nodded.

"Tianshu!" Li Mengdong no longer hesitated, and announced the name of the first acupoint in a deep voice.

Tiangang Thirteen Needles is a set of acupuncture methods, based on thirteen silver needles, with a total of thirty-two changes. Li Mengdong chose one of them according to Mr. Mu's condition.

Li Mengdong's lingering voice disappeared slightly, and Liu Lang's hand moved. A three-inch long silver needle was accurately pierced into the Tianshu acupoint of Mr. Mu, no more, no less, and the depth of penetration into the skin was exactly three minutes Two centimeters, this depth is stated in "Thirty-Six Needles of Tiangang", and it is applicable to all acupuncture methods.

"A sea of ​​air!"

If he didn't apply the needle himself, he couldn't judge whether it was just right. What Li Mengdong had to do now was to trust Liu Lang, and he directly reported the name of the second acupuncture point.

Hearing this, Liu Lang waved his fingers, chose a short needle about two inches long, and accurately pierced it into the Qihai point under the navel of Mr. Mu.

"Hegu!"

"Wind Pool!"

"Yongquan!"

"..."

Li Mengdong reported thirteen acupuncture points in a row, and when the last silver needle pierced Mr. Mu's body,

Li Mengdong immediately put three fingers on Mr. Mu's wrist to check his pulse.

"It's done!"

After a while, Li Mengdong's face showed a look of great joy.

Sixty years later, the thirteen needles of Tiangang finally reappeared in the world. Since his master Yuanyou disappeared, Li Mengdong and his master for two generations were unable to fully perform the thirteen needles of Tiangang. In the hands of the waves, reappearing the glory of the past.

Now that Mr. Mu's meridian has been sealed, the next thing will be easier to handle.

"Liu Lang, pry open Old Master Mu's mouth!" Li Mengdong had already prepared a pair of chopsticks, and handed it to Liu Lang. Now Old Master Mu is in a deep coma, and he has to force his mouth open to drink the medicine.

Liu Lang took the chopsticks and wanted to pry old master Mu's mouth according to the usual method, but suddenly his heart moved, he put the chopsticks aside, bent down, clasped old master Mu's jaw with his index finger and thumb, and then the other The hand was somewhere on the neck of Mr. Mu, and the mouth that Mr. Mu had been biting tightly opened suddenly.

"..."

Li Mengdong's eyeballs almost fell out.

Compared with modern western medicine, the biggest disadvantage of traditional Chinese medicine in the treatment of emergencies is that it is difficult for comatose patients to take medicine. After all, traditional Chinese medicine is usually taken orally, while western medicine can be injected intramuscularly or intravenously. When dealing with severe emergencies, Chinese medicine often There will be situations where the medicine has been prepared, but it just cannot be fed.

Li Mengdong originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to get Liu Lang to pry open Mr. Mu's mouth, but Liu Lang did it easily, and it was like magic, without using the chopsticks he provided at all.

"Old Li, what are you still doing in a daze, feed the medicine!"

Liu Lang waited for a long time, but Li Mengdong didn't move, so he couldn't help reminding him.

Li Mengdong woke up suddenly, picked up the decocted medicine, and put it back into the mouth of Mr. Mu with a small spoon. Unexpectedly, Mr. Mu didn't spit up at all, as if he had the freedom The ability to swallow is the same, and he drank all the soup and medicine for one night without leaving a trace.

"There is a reaction!"

About a minute or two later, old man Mu's already pale face suddenly turned a little more bloody, and his weak breathing began to become steady and powerful.

"After half an hour, remove the silver needle!" After working for a long time, Li Mengdong sat down on the chair beside the bed with a tired face.

Liu Lang hurriedly asked his servant to serve Li Mengdong a cup of tea.

However, Li Mengdong was not in the mood to drink tea, and his eyes stayed on Mr. Mu. Although the credibility of the ancient book was extremely high, he had never cured this disease before. It is too late to say that it is okay too early.

The Mu family also looked nervously at Mr. Mu on the hospital bed, not daring to breathe.

Liu Lang put away the remaining silver needles, came to Mu Xueqing's side, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, Mr. Li's medicine has been fed, and the old man will be fine soon."

"En!" Mu Xueqing bit her lip and nodded, but her expression was not relaxed, after all, Mr. Mu hadn't woken up yet.

"By the way, how is your foot injury?" At this moment, Liu Lang suddenly thought that Mu Xueqing was also injured.

It’s okay not to be reminded, but once reminded, Mu Xueqing suddenly felt a piercing pain in her ankle. Her sprain was already serious, and she had been standing for more than an hour, and now she felt that half of her leg was numb. One staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Liu Lang hurriedly supported Mu Xueqing to sit on the chair next to him, squatted down and frowned.

Mu Xueqing's slender ankle was now swollen into a big steamed bun, which was much worse than when she was injured.

"I'll take you to the hospital!" Liu Lang said to Mu Xueqing.

"No!" Mu Xueqing shook her head firmly, the old man's life and death were uncertain, how could she leave.

"Why don't I give you a massage? I've seen a video before. Massaging such a sprain can greatly reduce the pain." Looking at Mu Xueqing's painful expression, Liu Lang felt distressed for a while. He suddenly thought There is a set of massage therapy for sprains in "The Book of Green Bags", so it is suggested.

"Massage?" Mu Xueqing blushed. Although his ankle is not a critical part, it has not been touched by a man yet.

Just when Mu Xueqing was about to refuse, Liu Lang had already taken off her high heels without saying anything, and a pair of powerful and warm hands walked up and down her ankles.