The personal doctor of the beautiful president

After seeing Han Xingye's methods, Ye Feifan was even more ecstatic.

The more powerful Han Xingye is, the more guaranteed he is to heal Master's life.

He couldn't help but want to ask about his condition, but he was afraid that the master would not like it, and felt that he had stirred up the wine, so he hesitated for a while.

Han Xingye took the initiative to say: "Old man, your body is in good shape, except for the inevitable aging, there are only some minor problems, and there is no problem in living another ten years.

But you are tossing around on your own, in order to pursue a higher realm, you have become obsessed with practicing kung fu, and your internal organs have been injured. "

The guests were dumbfounded.

What era is it now, how can it be said that it is like a martial arts novel, going crazy at every turn?

But thinking about the methods of the old god before, and recalling the miracle of Han Xingye's nine-inch needle piercing the table, it seems understandable that there is really kung fu in this world.

The white-haired old man said: "This old man thought that he could find out life and death, and was indifferent to fame and fortune. After all, he became greedy and tried to change his fate against the sky."

The world is so hard to understand sometimes.

A young man who doesn't know anything, keeps talking about my life all day long, that's the ignorant and fearless.

The greater the ability, the more experienced the person, the more knowledge they have, the more they feel their own insignificance, and they are full of awe of the destiny.

The so-called everything is fate, and it is not up to people at all.

The more powerful you are, the more you know what it means to change your fate against the sky, how much you need to pay, and how much risk you have to bear.

Generally speaking, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is impossible to try at all, or even think about it.

But after getting older, facing the death that may come at any time, the mentality may change again.

It's just that if you go to a new realm under such a huge pressure, the result will probably not be good.

Han Xingye said: "People have their destiny, it's so easy against God, you are indeed too persistent."

The old man said: "Yes, now I have figured it out, I am over 100 years old, and I have lived longer than the vast majority of people in this world. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

Now I don't care about anything and just enjoy life.

Look, sir, how long can I enjoy it? "

"Your current physical condition is not very good, and you have about two months to live. But if I give you an injection, there is no problem in hanging your life for two more years."

Heita and Ye Feifan knelt down at the same time when they heard the words, and begged Han Xingye, "Mister, please help me."

"What are you in a hurry for? Let me have a drink with you first, and then we can talk about it after I have had a good drink with you." The old man drank another big bowl of wine and said leisurely: "Fan Fei, I have been a teacher for decades, and I have always looked down on you. , know why?"

Ye Feifan respectfully said: "The aptitude of my disciple is blunt, so I dare not ask for my master's favor. It is my great honor for my master to accept me as an apprentice. This life is not in vain."

"Well, your aptitude is indeed very poor. It can be said that you are unbearable. You have lived on the belly of a dog for a long time." The white-haired old man scolded in disgust.

Being scolded in public like this, Ye Feifan was not only not angry, but was very happy. It was also an honor to be scolded by Master in public.

In the past, the master ignored him and didn't even bother to scold him.

"Master is absolutely right, the disciple is incompetent, let the master down."

"I'm not disappointed, you're just not the stuff.

In addition to poor talent, your mind is also mixed, thinking too much.This point is far inferior to your junior brother, he is fond of martial arts and has no distracting thoughts, just practice with one muscle, now he can be regarded as the first glimpse of the way. "

Ye Feifei nodded again and again, and said with admiration: "Brother Xiong's talent and hard work are beyond my reach, and he will become a master in the future."

"Grandmaster? He is too far behind. Only Mr. present here can have such good luck."

Han Xingye curled his lips, I was eating and drinking in silence, and didn't speak, why did he reserve the title of Grandmaster for me for no reason?

It's really not a good thing for a person to be too outstanding, too easy to attract attention, and there is not much private space to speak of.

Han Xingye didn't care about it himself, but it didn't prevent everyone from watching him with hotter and hotter eyes.

The old people of some families had their minds turned, and they all started to win over Han Xingye.

To be precise, it shouldn't be to win over, because they feel that they are not worthy, but to build a good relationship with a low profile.

Mr. Xiao had mixed joys and sorrows. He was happy because he found the treasure, but he was worried because everyone missed the treasure. It would be too bad if the Xiao family didn't keep it.

Especially when he thought of Han Xingye's proposal of retiring the engagement, he became even more anxious, wishing to educate Xiao Yuerong, get on the bus first and then make up for the fare.

Xiao Yuerong's own heart is now in a mess, Han Xingye's ability is completely beyond her imagination, even beyond her cognition.

She has always been full of absolute confidence in herself, but when facing Han Xingye, she was at a loss.

She felt the depth of the water here, but she couldn't grasp it.

Han Xingye also didn't want to be missed by many people, he just wanted to be a small security guard and live an ordinary life.

"During acupuncture and moxibustion, find a quieter room so that no one is watching."

Han Xingye made a request, and Ye Feifan of course complied without compromise.

He gave up his room.

Everyone could only stretch their necks and wait for the result across the tall and thick courtyard walls.

Han Xingye took the pulse of the white-haired old man and said, "Do you often feel extremely hot in your body now, and you even have the illusion of burning your internal organs?"

The white-haired old man nodded: "Indeed."

"That's the rush caused by the blocked meridian. I'll give you an injection now, which can relieve your condition."

"Thank you sir, please give me the needle." The white-haired old man cupped his hands and took off his clothes consciously.

His body is indeed not as emaciated and old as other centenarians.

But now it was obvious that his complexion was slightly reddened.

Han Xingye picked up the nine-inch needle, sterilized it with fire, and gently inserted it into the white-haired old man's Shaoyang point, then twisted the end of the needle with his hand, and inserted the nine-inch needle completely into the old man's body.

It is not as dazzling as the thirteen stitches per second when he saved Mr. Xiao's life before, but it actually consumes more internal energy.

Being pierced into the body by such a long needle, the old man didn't feel any pain at all. He only felt a cool air coming from the bottom of his heart, suppressing the concentrated fire in his body.

Immediately made him feel comfortable all over.

"What kind of acupuncture is this? It's so miraculous. Could it be the legendary Taiyi magic needle?" asked the old man.

Han Xingye replied: "That's right, this is the second form of the Taiyi Divine Needle, it's refreshing."