Seeing Yang Siyuan's hesitation to speak, Wu Mei thought he wanted money, so she hurriedly said, "Siyuan, don't worry, Auntie doesn't have any money to give you now, but don't worry, when Auntie has money—"

"Auntie, you misunderstood. How could I ask for your money? I just said that uncle's bone is spliced ​​crookedly, so if he wants to treat it, he needs to re-interrupt the spliced ​​bone. This process may be a bit painful. "

Meng Dawei said firmly, "It's okay, you can cure it however you want, uncle can bear it!"

It's strange to say that most people wouldn't believe it if they heard and said such words to an eight-year-old child, but Meng Dawei felt that although the little boy in front of him was dressed in rags, his eyes were extremely clear. Come, also give him an unquestionable feeling.

Therefore, he absolutely believed in this eight-year-old boy without reservation.

"Uncle, we don't have money to buy anesthetics, so I can only reduce your pain by sealing your acupuncture points, but you still feel pain, you must bear it."

Meng Dawei smiled heartily and said, "Don't worry, I can bear this little pain, Uncle."

"Okay, then let's get ready."

Then, Yang Siyuan began to assign tasks to Wu Mei and Tongtong: "Auntie, go and boil a pot of hot water, put the boiled medicine residue in it and boil, and prepare a few clean towels, Tongtong, you go prepare A sapper shovel, or a shovel if you don't have one."

"Is my toy shovel for digging sand okay?"

"Okay, let's make do with it..."

After the arrangements were made, Yang Siyuan asked Meng Dawei to lie flat on the bed, and then he struck several acupuncture points on Meng Dawei's waist and thighs like lightning.

After the acupoints were sealed, Meng Dawei almost immediately lost consciousness in his lower body, and at the same time, he believed even more in his heart that the little boy in front of him really had real abilities.

"Uncle, bear with me, I'm starting."

"Okay! You start!"

As soon as Meng Dawei finished speaking, Yang Siyuan made a move, pressing both hands on Meng Dawei's broken bone at the same time, and then yanked it down.

click -

There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and although he didn't feel the expected severe pain, Meng Dawei frowned at the pain.

After breaking Meng Dawei's leg bone again, Yang Siyuan kept moving his hands up and down at the broken bone, and a hot current penetrated from Meng Dawei's skin and melted into the broken leg bone.

"Hot...a little hot..."

At this moment, Meng Dawei could no longer feel the pain, but the fiery feeling became more and more clear, and finally it seemed like a fire was burning at the broken bone.

"Uncle, please bear with me, this is my original bone-setting technique."

Meng Dawei was taken aback. An eight-year-old child created an original bone-setting technique?
"Uh, Siyuan, have you used this method to heal other people's injuries before?"

Yang Siyuan replied happily: "No, all my senior brothers and nephews are almost all made of steel and iron, and basically there will be no such injuries as fractures. So, you are my first patient."

Although Yang Siyuan said so, Meng Dawei still felt that his method seemed to be very effective. After a burst of fiery feeling, his broken bone began to itch again, as if countless bugs were crawling inside.

He had heard from others that when the fracture was healing, the place where the bone was broken would become very itchy.

Meng Dawei glanced at Yang Siyuan, and saw that the child's small face and forehead were already covered with fine beads of sweat...

After half an hour, Meng Dawei's severe itching at the broken bone gradually subsided, and a cool feeling began to run up and down his legs.

Yang Siyuan finally retracted his hands, let out a long breath, and then grinned.

"Okay, it seems that my original bone setting technique is still effective. When I go back in the future, I must discuss it with my fifth master, and see if he still says that I am messing around."

Meng Dawei sat up from the bed, reached out and touched his broken bone.

"It doesn't hurt at all! It's amazing——"

"Oh, I forgot to unlock the acupuncture points..."

Yang Sichen smiled stupidly, and quickly released the acupuncture points on Meng Dawei's legs.

"Uncle, come down and take two steps?"

Meng Dawei looked at Yang Siyuan in surprise: "Get out of bed? Go, take two steps?"

"That's right! Although the injury hasn't completely healed, as long as you don't do long-term strenuous exercise, you'll be fine."

Meng Dawei moved his legs to the ground in doubt, and then tried to stand up.

"This... is this true?! I stood up?"

Meng Dawei wept with joy, and then took his first step in four months.

"Of course, but during this period, there is still need for auxiliary treatment, such as using a hot towel soaked in medicinal juice and applying it to the wound, twice a day, for at least an hour each time."

At this time, Wu Mei had already boiled a large pot of traditional Chinese medicine juice. When she walked into the room with the medicine in her hand, she saw Meng Dawei standing in front of her and walking slowly. And then let go.

"Auntie be careful!"

Yang Siyuan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he rushed out with a brisk step, and then he did a forward split, and before the big basin was about to hit the ground, he firmly supported the bottom of the basin with one hand.
After recovering, Wu Mei quickly took the medicine basin from Yang Siyuan's hand and put it on the ground, then hugged Yang Siyuan into her arms.

"Siyuan, thank you, thank you..."

While thanking Yang Siyuan, Wu Mei was already sobbing.

"Auntie, go and make a hot compress for uncle, the effect will be worse if the medicine cools down."

"Oh, I'm going right now..."

Yang Siyuan showed a big smile, then walked out of the room and came to the yard.

"Tongtong, have you found the toy shovel yet?"

"found it!"

Tongtong came to Yang Siyuan with a shovel as if offering a treasure: "Look, it's still very new! Where are you going to dig sand?"

Yang Siyuan rolled Tongtong's eyes helplessly: "I don't want this for digging sand, but for digging red soil turtles!"

"Red soil turtle? What is that?"

"It's a kind of worm. It's used for setting bones. This kind of worm is produced in Hong'an County, but you can only find it by digging in the suburbs. Do you want to come with me?"

"I must go! Otherwise, what if you get lost?",

"I'll get lost? Hehe, you think I'll get lost?"

"That's right, you will definitely get lost. Aren't you in a lost state now?"

"My name is Traveling Jianghu, do you understand?"

"You can swim? Even if you can swim, you can't swim in rivers and lakes, it will be dangerous!"

"Ugh--"

Yang Siyuan made a look of helplessness, shook his head and sighed with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the gate: "Sure enough, I can't communicate with the brat..."

"Hey! Yang Siyuan! Who do you call a brat? I'm your sister!"

"No, you are not my sister, you are a brat."

"Yang Siyuan!"

……

At the same time, in a billiards city in Qingjiang City, Liu Liuzi, with a bruised nose and swollen face, was drooping his head, faltering about his experience with a man in a white shirt and black vest.

despair--

As the last black ball fell into the pocket, the onlookers clapped their hands like flattering.

The man in the vest is Zhou Wanhao's worshiping brother, Wang Hao, he looks about 27 or [-] years old, his shiny hair is neatly combed, his fair face is matched with handsome facial features, he is quite attractive, But there was an obvious look of prey between this person's brows and eyes.

"Liuzi, are you making fun of me?"

Liu Liuzi couldn't help shivering, and said quickly, "Brother Hao, even if I had the guts to make fun of you, I wouldn't dare to make fun of you! I was really beaten up by an eight-year-old beggar today..."

"Eight-year-old little beggar, you brought down all five of you guys with your dick with your bare hands, right?"

"Yes, yes! That's really the case!"

"Fuck you!"

Wang Hao kicked Liu Liuzi to the ground: "Do you think I'm a fool? An eight-year-old kid can beat you five adults, even if he is five-year-old Tyson, he can't do it! You give me an old man! Tell me honestly, did you kill Wu Mei? Then come back and co-author to fool me?!"

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