Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

For an old man, it is a blessing to live two more years.

After Liu Zhen said that, he took out the inch-long silver needles from the medical box, untied the old man's clothes, and carefully and carefully applied the needles, piercing the long needles into the flesh.

Bai Chuwei shook her head as she watched from the sidelines. Traditional Chinese medicine has been popular for five thousand years, and she never thought that this two hundred years would have fallen there.

The old man on the bed twitched suddenly, and everyone looked nervous. Liu Zhen didn't care and said, "It's okay."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man suddenly vomited yellow water from his stomach, and the yellow water was still bloodshot, and he vented out loud.

Only venting without air, it seemed like a sign of dying.

Everyone panicked, but saw that the old man had improved after eating the vegetables, but the rest of the Duan family had not returned. If the old man passed away now, then San Ye and the others would not have time to see the old man one last time!

Duan Xingye completely exploded: "What did you quack doctor do to my grandpa?"

Liu Zhen's expression condensed, his eyes looked at them suspiciously, and he sternly asked: "What did the old man take before?"

Everyone looked at each other, but the butler remembered and said: "The old man was fed a few bites of vegetables a few days ago. I heard that the vegetables were given by Miss Bai."

Everyone's eyes fell on Bai Chuwei.

Bai Chuwei glanced at Liu Zhen amusedly. He didn't expect this to be counted on her head. Bai Chuwei stepped forward and kicked Liu Zhen away, unceremoniously: "While staying there, something embarrassing!"

Liu Zhen was kicked and almost fell to the ground. His old face was flushed red, and he was about to scold Bai Chuwei angrily.

Bai Chuwei took out a piece of acupuncture cloth embroidered with Mozhu from her backpack, rolled it gently and unfolded it. Her slender fingers skillfully took out a few silver needles, dropping the needles extremely quickly, the needles submerged into the flesh, and the movements flowed smoothly.

Bai Chuwei poured a spot of aura into the silver needle, the father's breathing eased down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his pale face gradually improved.

Liu Zhen's expression gradually became weird, until Bai Chuwei once again took out a three-inch-long silver needle on the acupuncture cloth, her cloudy eyes seemed to see a ghost.

He plunged into the acupuncture point and settled on the old man's chest.

Liu Zhen's lips trembled: "Ling...Thirteen needles in Lingdao? How did you learn it? No, no...How can you give thirteen needles in one breath at your age?"

Even if he has studied medicine for dozens of years, the thirteen spiritual needles handed down by the master need to circulate the spiritual energy in the body to apply acupuncture. Even he can perform at most nine acupuncture needles. He remotely remembers that Master has only ten needles.

He used thirteen needles in one breath, he had never seen it in his life!

Bai Chuwei glanced slantingly, her tone faintly: "This is the stitch I created." Can she not?

Liu Zhen almost yelled wildly: "Absurd! Absurd! This stitch has been passed down from ancient times [Biquwu.biz] for almost four thousand years!"

Bai Chuwei didn't want to pay attention to him, she reached out to wipe the thin sweat from her forehead.

A big slender hand stretched out towards her, Duan Feihan handed her a pale gray square scarf with a faint fragrance.

Bai Chuwei looked up, Duan Feihan's eyes were deep, and he stared at her.

Bai Chuwei laughed, "Thank you." Taking the square scarf from Duan Feihan's hand, wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, the smile on Bai Chuwei's face stagnated, and she looked outside the house with a cold look.

The housekeeper took the cellphone and said, "San Ye and Miss Tong have already arrived at the door of the house, come here right away."