Chapter 49: Believe me?

The eyes of young people seem to be the moonlight of the winter night, the ice is rim, with the condescending ice cold and contempt, let the doctor's anger rise to the top, and think like it is not loud: "Good! Good! You I really don't see the coffin without tears! The old man will play this gamble with you. If you have cured this boy, I thank Xie Chongming for giving you three heads in public and worshipping you as a teacher. But if you have not cured, follow me. Go to the Criminal Division, and accept the most severe punishment of pretending to be a doctor! Kid, can you dare?"
Tunxi picked up his eyebrows and smiled like a smile: "If you are a teacher, you are willing to recognize the master. I don't want you to be such an old and ugly apprentice! If you lose, you can make three heads."
"you you--!!"
Thanks to the doctor's sigh of blows, I can't wait to rush to break the slender neck of the boy.
Where can I take care of him? I just look at the little girl with a cold look: "I promise to do my best to treat your brother. I also have 80% confidence that he will heal. But all treatments will be risky, you... ...will you believe me?"
The little girl looked up and stared at Tunxi. In the clear eyes, I don’t know when the radiance of the fluorescent purple glowed, as if she had seen the most beautiful aurora in the depths of the forest.
She seemed to be in a demon, and she couldn't afford the suspicion and resistance in her heart, and nodded slowly.
The girl’s consent made Xiaoxi relieved. She asked Zhou’s shopkeeper to help him. He carried the boy into the hall of Shengde Hall and placed it on a table with a length of one person.
Dr. Xie and Qin's treasurer also followed the frosty face. They must see for themselves how this big-spoken boy broke the cowhide and lost his eye.
In the hall of Shengde Hall, the three floors and three floors are filled with curious people.
Quxi was the most important person standing in this crowd, calmly taking out a pack of silver needles from the space.
I saw that these silver needles were of different lengths, thick and thin, and a strange smell of medicine on the silver needles, which made the audience singular.
But besides being surprised, more is contempt and ridicule. At this moment, no one believes that a teenager who seems to be not only 16 or 17 years old, but has obvious spiritual fluctuations, may cure a meridian break. Patient.
Guanxi eye view of the nose and nose, began to insert the silver needle into the boy's body at the fastest speed.
The hall of Shengde Hall is full of candles, and the sunset that comes in from the outside is gathered in the hands of the young boy like a jade carving.
Everyone felt that the illusion of a butterfly-like flower was flashing and disappearing in front of her eyes. In the blink of an eye, the teenager who was lying on the table wearing a tattered dress had been stripped of his shirt and covered with thin hair. The silver needle is like a hedgehog.
"This...what is this treatment? How have I never seen it?" someone exclaimed.
"Don't say that I have seen it, I have never heard of it!"
"Why can't I feel any spiritual fluctuations, can she not use aura?"
The noisy arguments came one after another, but the creeks turned a deaf ear, but concentrated on the silver needles in the hands and the juvenile body.
This continuous pin and stimulating acupuncture points lasted for half an hour. The forehead of Tunxi had already emerged with crystal clear sweat. The sweat fell slowly and fell on her long eyelashes, like the dew on the lotus leaf. I don’t want to lose it.