Chapter 181: Needle to disease

Zhang Yifeng stopped, returned to the bald man, and said lightly: "Zhang Yifeng, card number xxxxx."
"Okay, I use mobile banking to transfer money to you."
The man took out his mobile phone and transferred a large sum of money to Zhang Yifeng through mobile banking. After Zhang Yifeng confirmed that the money had arrived, he squatted down and put his hands on the child's back.
The little boy turned blue with pain a long time ago. He was clenching his teeth and insisting, because this kind of pain was no less than Lingchi, and it was a thousand cuts. The child can hold on for so long because his physique is different from that of ordinary people, and when he is an ordinary child, he has already died of pain.
After a few breaths, Zhang Yifeng retracted his hand and said to the man: "Do you have any silver needles on your body?"
"Silver Needle? No. Little Master, don't you have it either?"
The bald man frowned and suddenly felt that Zhang Yifeng was indeed unreliable!
Zhang Yifeng shook his head faintly and said, "I never thought that I would treat people, so I didn't bring it."
The bald man frowned. In fact, he didn't think that Zhang Yifeng could cure his son's stubborn illness, but as the saying goes, it’s a good thing to lose money and eliminate disasters. Some things are better to be trusted than not.
He is really helpless and helpless about his son's illness! Even if you know you might be deceived, you can only bite the bullet.
This is the so-called pity of the world's parents.
"Stewardess..."
Zhang Yifeng frowned and called the stewardess.
In fact, the flight attendants have noticed things here a long time ago, and they have already helped a while ago, but even the hospital is helpless with the disease, so they are naturally helpless.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?"
A beautiful and tall flight attendant came in front of Zhang Yifeng, very polite.
"Thank you for bringing me some unused needles."
"Okay sir, but sir, please forgive me for asking, have you really studied medicine?"
This sentence shows that the flight attendants do not trust Zhang Yifeng very much, and they are responsible if they kill someone on the plane.
Zhang Yifeng glanced at the stewardess and said, "Yeah."
The stewardess smiled slightly, then got up to get the needle. But I still inevitably feel a little nervous.
"Take nine in total."
Zhang Yifeng spoke again.
The stewardess was taken aback for a moment, but she still did.
Soon, nine needles were held in front of Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng tore open the package and squeezed the needle with his fingers. After all, the needle used for the syringe was not a silver needle. The center was hollow. The first thing he did was to pinch the needle into needle.
This requires terrifying finger power, which most people can never do. But for Zhang Yifeng, this is a piece of cake.
Soon, nine simple silver needles appeared in his hand. Although it is thicker than the special silver needle, it can be used.
Zhang Yifeng stuck nine needles one by one to nine acupuncture points on the child's body.
At first, the men and women looked solemn, for fear that the young man not only failed to treat Xiaotian, but also made Xiaotian's condition worse.
With every stitch, the couple was in fear.
Fortunately, as Zhang Yifeng's silver needle fell, the children's groans became smaller and smaller.
After all the nine stitches were dropped, the child's expression became completely relaxed.
"Xiaotian, how is it?" the man immediately asked the child.
"Dad, I don't hurt anymore." The child said weakly, with a smile on his mouth.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore!"
The bald man's body was trembling constantly. He was holding the mentality of 2.5 million yuan to make Zhang Yi popular with needles. He didn't expect that although the other party looked unprofessional, the nine needles would really cure his son's stubborn illness. Get rid of. I just don't know if this has stopped the pain temporarily or cured it permanently.
At this time, seeing Zhang Yifeng starting to close the needle, he couldn't help asking: "Little Master, my son..."
"Don't worry, it's all right."
Zhang Yifeng sealed the young man's innate cultivation body, and the young man would naturally no longer feel uncomfortable.
"Alright? Really?"
"Believe it or not is your business. Give me the remaining money."
"Turn now, turn now!"
Without saying anything, the man transferred the remaining 2.5 million to Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng confirmed that he had arrived, and only then planned to return to his seat, but as if he had remembered something, he whispered a word in the man's ear.
After the man listened, his body was taken aback. Zhang Yifeng told him that if one day his son comes into contact with Gu Wu, he can try to pierce the Tianling Cave with a silver needle. But if you are not a warrior, don't try. Otherwise, the disease will recur.
The man didn’t understand what Zhang Yifeng’s words meant. Did he mean that his son’s illness had not been completely cured? And what is Guwu?
The man suddenly realized that this young man was not easy.
"Little Master, can you keep a phone number from you, in case, I mean in case my son relapses." The man suddenly said.
Zhang Yifeng faintly waved his hand, and said: "Do as I said, and there will be no recurrence. There is no need to keep the phone. If you meet, you give me money and I see a doctor. It's that simple."
Zhang Yifeng's voice fell, and the person had returned to his position.
"Asheng, are we Xiaotian really okay?" The woman looked at her man and couldn't believe it.
The bald man shook his head, he was not sure, he turned his head and asked the child: "Xiaotian, do you feel sick?"
"No, there is no discomfort at all." The child's spirit also recovered a lot.
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Zhang Yifeng returned to his seat and was in a pretty good mood, but it wasn't because he got 5 million in his hand. In fact, the money was really just a number for him. As long as he had enough money, it was enough. He was pleased that he didn't know how to strike up a conversation with Qian'er. Once this happened, there was no need for him to strike up a conversation.
He believed that no three breaths! Qian'er next to the aisle will take the initiative to talk to him.
"Little brother, that's not bad, I got 5 million in one shot."
At this time, Bai Jingjing's voice came.
Now Zhang Yifeng has no time to bother Bai Jingjing. He was counting his breath silently.
One breath, two breaths...
"Doctor, is it you? I'm Qian'er, do you remember me?"
Sure enough, Qian'er on the other side of the aisle opened his mouth to Zhang Yifeng during the second breath.
Zhang Yifeng immediately turned his head, with a puzzled expression: "Are you?"
Although you know who the other party is, this b still needs to be installed.
"Zhang Yifeng, you!"
When Bai Jingjing saw Zhang Yifeng taking care of others and not taking care of herself, she almost vomited blood with anger. Just close your eyes and keep your eyes out!
"Don't you remember me, doctor? Then do you remember my grandfather? It's the one you said was poisoned by some minerals. If it wasn't for you that night, I don't know if my grandfather can wake up." Qianer prompted .
"Ore? Oh, you mean ghost eye ore, I remember it. It turned out to be you. By the way, how is your grandfather's body." Zhang Yifeng pretended to suddenly realize it.