My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng's words made Murong Zhengde overjoyed and said quickly: "Say! As long as I can take it out, I will definitely prepare it all!"

"I need some blood of the same blood type. The blood in her body can no longer be used. She may need to bleed by then."

Yang Feng said, and then asked: "Do you have any medicinal materials to replenish energy?"

"Yes! I'll have someone get it right away."

"You may also need some medicinal juice to induce poison..."

Yang Feng explained.

He actually roughly thought of a solution.

I haven't used the rejuvenation for a long time. After so long, I should be able to use it again.

But for the sake of my posture to bluff people, and also to consume less spiritual power.

Therefore, Yang Feng must first identify the poisonous blood and symptoms that can be seen with his own eyes, and then treat it after drawing out the poisonous water.

In fact, although Murong Zhengde felt that the probability of Yang Feng being able to save his wife was very low.

But no matter what, since there is a glimmer of hope, we have to try.

He immediately arranged for people to prepare what Yang Feng said.

However, Huang Geng walked in from outside at this time.

When he saw so many people in the ward, he felt a little strange and said, "This is..."

Huang Geng naturally knew Murong Wan.

But Yang Feng stood beside him, looking very unfamiliar.

Murong Zhengde saw him and said at this time: "He is Yang Feng, he is Xiaowan's friend, and he is also here as a guest."

"I see, I'm here to see my aunt."

"Well, I also hope he can really cure Shuqing."

Murong Zhengde said.

His words made Huang Geng wonder, "Treat? He can cure diseases?"

"I only know a little bit about it."

Yang Feng said.

He doesn't like to conflict with others.

Huang Geng looked at him carefully and said, "Although I don't know your identity, since the Murong family is willing to let you try, it must not be easy."

He's not that kind of snob.

Although Yang Feng seemed unreliable, the Murong family's invitation naturally made some sense.

This actually made Yang Feng a little uncomfortable.

I think back when I was treating patients in the past, those in the industry were not sarcastic about me.

There are fewer such people.

With everything ready, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Yang Feng found a basin and then pricked the tip of Luo Shuqing's index finger with a sharp thorn.

The blood kept dripping out at this time.

Bright red blood, slow flow.

"tick~tick~"

Listen to the sound of blood dripping out and falling into the basin.

inside the room.

Murong Zhengde, who was beside the hospital bed, became a little nervous and said, "Niece-in-law, are you...is this really okay?"

He was suddenly worried that his wife had not been cured, but that all the trouble had been in vain.

Yang Feng relaxed and said with a smile: "Don't worry."

He took the medicinal herbs, wrapped one side of Luo Shuqing's arm, and then pricked it with a silver needle.

The silver needles with spiritual power blocked several arteries in the body.

If ordinary people were given an injection like this, their blood vessels would probably burst.

However, Yang Feng can control the flow of spiritual power in the patient's body.

Although these abilities are ordinary in Yang Feng's eyes.

But what he didn't know was that with so many things, picking out just one thing was not ordinary.

Huang Geng felt a little heartbroken.

After all, it is the patient who is being tortured like this.

"Zhengde, I think..."

Huang Geng was just about to remind Murong Zhengde to be cautious.

Murong Wan suddenly spoke at this moment: "Look, the blood seems to have changed color."

Her sudden words made Huang Geng and Murong Zhengde look over.

The bright red blood that was originally dripping gradually turned gray at this time, and finally turned black.

"This is!"

Murong Zhengde was shocked.

He looked at Yang Feng in disbelief.

But at this time, Yang Feng had no time to pay attention to him.

But Huang Geng saw the clues and said incredulously: "Could it be one of the thirteen needles of Yunshan?"

He mistook Yang Feng's acupuncture for an expert's acupuncture technique.

Murong Zhengde looked at him and asked quickly: "What are the Thirteen Needles of Yunshan?"

"It is an extremely superb acupuncture method. It is said that it requires special preparation, and then the Qi and blood vessels are blocked when the acupuncture is applied, and the blood vessels are forcibly redirected."

"But if that's the case, shouldn't the human body's meridians have exploded long ago?"

"This is the ingenuity of Yunshan Thirteen Needles. It can expand the patient's meridians to accommodate more blood, and at the same time, it can also suspend the pulse circulation in a short period of time."

Huang Geng was incredible.

He never expected that Yang Feng could have such a wonderful acupuncture technique.

I had only heard about it in rumors before, but now I saw it with my own eyes. Who is this person? !

Yang Feng did not expect that a kind of acupuncture technique he did casually would be regarded as a secret skill.

But at this time, he no longer had the energy to explain.

As the poison gas was forced out part of it.

Luo Shuqing still had a lot of poison left in her body, and her meridians had also become very bad due to her long-term coma.

Yang Feng placed a needle on the top of her head and turned the silver needle with his hand.

In fact, he had already begun to gather spiritual power.

Rejuvenation.

A special pupil technique that consumes spiritual power and luck.

Now, in order to save Luo Shuqing, Yang Feng decided to use it a little bit.

This is much more useful than adding value to antiques.

This not only consumes less spiritual energy, but is also more meaningful.

With the continuous infusion of his spiritual power.

Yang Feng's eyes have been staring at Luo Shuqing.

The spiritual power he injected continuously drove out the remaining poison, and then drained it out along with the bleeding from his fingers.

Next, comes the repair of the meridians.

The process is not fast.

About ten minutes passed before Yang Feng's hand left the silver needle.

Even for such a short period of time, Yang Feng still felt that a battle was more draining than usual.

Sure enough, luck cannot be used casually.

Fortunately, at this time, the toxins in Luo Shuqing's body were eliminated, and her meridians gradually recovered.

Next, it depends on the strength of the Murong family.

"How are the medicinal ingredients I asked for prepared?"

Yang Feng asked.

Murong Wan looked at the door and asked someone to bring it in.

"Uncle, you can feed her to drink."

Yang Feng said.

Murong Zhengde was startled and said: "Xiao Feng, are you kidding me? How can she drink? She hasn't eaten in so many years. Even if she drinks..."

"Hey."

Yang Feng interrupted.

Murong Zhengde hesitated and looked at Huang Geng next to him.

The latter nodded and said: "Since this gentleman knows the Thirteen Needles of Yunshan, he must be right."

"it is good."

Murong Zhengde walked to the bedside.

But at this moment, he realized that his wife's complexion was actually much better than before.

He sat on the edge of the bed, feeding the potion with a spoon.

Now Luo Shuqing has just repaired her meridians, and her body is absorbing it the most.

After taking several sips of the medicinal materials, his face turned visibly rosy.

Such a scene, let alone Huang Geng and Murong Zhengde.

Even Murong Wan, who had been watching from the side, felt incredible.