Chapter 295: Massage (third more)

"This..." Liu Lang turned his back to Mu Xueqing and others, so they couldn't see how Liu Lang started the needle, but Li Mengdong was standing opposite Liu Lang. He could see this action. Clearly.
Li Mengdong has been immersed in acupuncture for decades. The only time he saw acupuncture in this way was more than sixty years ago, and that person was his master.
It is said that in addition to being proficient in medicine, his master has also made great achievements in martial arts. At that time, his master said that he wanted to practice acupuncture with this hand, only relying on talent and hard work is not enough, because it is martial arts and martial arts. The combination of medicine and Tao can be used freely only when it reaches a certain height in martial arts.
Reminiscing about Old Tan's evaluation of Liu Lang before, Li Mengdong immediately realized that Liu Lang was far stronger than he thought.
Of course, this is not the time to think about so many things. According to Liu Lang, after the 36 hanging silver needles are removed, Father Mu can only hold on for another half an hour, so he can't stop for a moment.
"Liu Lang, I said the name of the acupuncture point. You come to give the needle. I believe you know the specific depth." Li Mengdong took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"Okay, let's start!" Liu Lang nodded.
"Tianshu!" Li Mengdong no longer hesitated, and Shen Sheng reported the name of the first acupuncture point.
Tiangang Thirteen Needles is a set of needles, based on thirteen silver needles, with a total of 32 variations. Li Mengdong chose one of them based on the condition of Mr. Mu.
Li Mengdong's voice faded slightly, and Liu Lang's hand moved, and a three-inch-long silver needle pierced the Tianshu acupoint of Old Man Mu accurately, no more, no less, and the depth of penetration was exactly three minutes. Two centimetres, this depth is stated in "Tiangang Thirty-Six Needles", which is applicable to all needle methods.
"Sea of ​​Qi!"
He didn't apply the acupuncture himself, and he couldn't judge whether the was just right. What Li Mengdong had to do now was to trust Liu Lang. He directly reported the name of the second acupuncture point.
When Liu Lang heard the words, his fingers danced, and he chose a short needle about two inches long, and pierced it accurately and accurately into the Qihai acupuncture point under the umbilicus.
"Hegu!"
"Wind pool!"
"Yongquan!"
"..."
Li Mengdong reported thirteen acupuncture points in a row. When the last silver needle pierced Mr. Mu's body, Li Mengdong immediately put three fingers on Mr. Mu's wrist to probe Mr. Mu's pulse.
"It's done!"
After a while, Li Mengdong's face showed great joy.
Sixty years later, the Thirteen Needles of Tiangang finally reappeared in the world. Since the disappearance of his master, both generations of Li Mengdong and his master have not been able to display the Thirteen Needles of Tiangang in the United States. Now, this set of needles is finally in Liu In the hands of the waves, reappearing the former glory.
Now that Mr. Mu's meridians have been closed, the following things will be easier to handle.
"Liu Lang, pry Mr. Mu's mouth!" Li Mengdong had prepared a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Liu Lang. Now Mr. Mu is in a deep coma and must pry open his mouth with external force to pour the medicine down.
Liu Lang took the chopsticks and wanted to pry the old man’s mouth according to the usual method, but suddenly he moved the chopsticks to the side, leaned down, held the chin of old man Mu with his index finger and thumb, and then another one. The hand, somewhere on the neck of Mr. Mu, the mouth that Mr. Mu had been biting on, suddenly opened.
"..."
Li Mengdong's eyes almost fell out.
Compared with modern Western medicine, the biggest disadvantage of Chinese medicine in treating emergencies is that it is difficult for patients who fall into a coma to take medicine. After all, Chinese medicine is usually taken by mouth, while Western medicine can be injected into the muscle or intravenously. When dealing with emergencies and severe illnesses, Chinese medicine often There will be cases where the medicine is ready, but it just cannot be fed.
Li Mengdong originally thought that it would take a lot of effort for Liu Lang to pry the old man Mu's mouth open, but Liu Lang did it easily, and it was like doing magic, without using the chopsticks he provided.
"Lao Li, what are you doing in a daze? Give medicine!"
Liu Lang waited for a long time and couldn't help but remind Li Mengdong not to move.
Li Mengdong woke up, picked up the decoction that had been fried before, and sent it back to Mr. Mu's mouth with a small spoonful one by one. Unexpectedly, Mr. Mu didn't vomit up at all, as if he had autonomy. The ability to swallow was the same, and he drank all the decoction for a night without dropping.
"Respond!"
After about a minute or two, the pale face of Old Man Mu suddenly became more bloody, and his weak breathing began to become steady and strong.
"After half an hour, remove the silver needle!" After working for most of the day, Li Mengdong's face was exhausted, and he sat down on the chair beside the bed.
Liu Lang quickly asked his servant to serve Li Mengdong a cup of tea.
However, Li Mengdong was not in the mood to drink tea. His eyes stayed on Mr. Mu. Although the credibility of the ancient book was extremely high, he had not cured this disease before. Now it is okay. It is still time. Too early.
The Mu family also looked nervously at the old man Mu who was on the hospital bed, and did not dare to let out the atmosphere.
Liu Lang put away the remaining silver needles, came to Mu Xueqing's side, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Lao Li's medicine has been fed, and the old man will be fine soon."
"Yeah!" Mu Xueqing bit her lip and nodded, but her expression was not relaxed, after all, Elder 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 if I didn’t remind me. As soon as I reminded, Mu Xueqing suddenly felt a piercing pain in her ankle. Her sprain was already very serious. In addition, she was standing for more than an hour. Now she feels half of her leg is numb. One staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Liu Lang hurriedly helped Mu Xueqing to sit on a chair next to him, squatted down to take a look, and frowned.
Mu Xueqing's slender ankle was now swollen into a big steamed bun, much more serious than when she was just injured.
"I'll take you to the hospital!" Liu Lang said to Mu Xueqing.
"No!" Mu Xueqing shook her head firmly, how could she leave because the father was unsure whether she was alive or dead.
"Or, let me give you a massage. I have watched a video before. Massage of this kind of sprain can greatly reduce the pain." Seeing Mu Xueqing's painful expression, Liu Lang felt distressed, he suddenly thought There is a set of massage therapies for sprains in "The Book of the Blue Bag", so it is proposed.
"Massage?" Mu Xueqing flushed. Although his ankle is not a key part, it has not been touched by a man.
Just when Mu Xueqing was about to refuse, Liu Lang had already taken off her high heels without saying anything. A pair of powerful and warm hands walked away from her ankle.