village god stick small village doctor

Chapter 251 Not Just Bronchitis
Just as Wang Chenggui was about to answer, Wang Zhiguo, who had been silent all this time, took the conversation away and said, "This pepper fish is indeed our village's specialty, because it has our own prickly ash in it, so it tastes so good!"

He does not mean that.

Wu Xiaoshan guessed in an instant that the place where the peppers in Wanglian Village grow should be a treasured place of geomantic omen.

Feng Shui is mysterious and mysterious, if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it.

In the past, Wu Xiaoshan would never have believed it, but since he got the inheritance from his ancestors, he would pay attention to even the most outrageous things.

Thinking in this way, he said calmly: "Mr. Wang, I must be very particular about the place where the pepper tree is planted. Is it also related to Fengshui?"

Unexpectedly, when Wang Zhiguo heard this, he frowned and said with displeasure: "What is Fengshui and not Fengshui? Why do you have so many problems as a young man, hurry up and eat!"

After speaking, he took the lead in closing the sound, and ate the meal in silence, obviously not wanting to discuss too much about Feng Shui.

Of course Wu Xiaoshan would not give up just like that. He was about to ask, but his eyes narrowed because he noticed that Wang Zhiguo would cough dryly from time to time.

Subconsciously taking a look at Wang Zhiguo's teeth and fingers, he immediately concluded that Wang Zhiguo must be suffering from bronchitis due to years of smoking, coupled with pharyngitis, that's why he has a dry cough all the year round.

In order to confirm the conjecture in his heart, he also quietly opened the Qiankun Eye, and sure enough, he saw many shadows in Wang Zhiguo's body.

So, he pretended to be puzzled and said, "Mr. Wang, have you had a dry cough for a few years?"

"Yeah, it's been an old problem for decades, coughing when it's hot, coughing when it's cold, and coughing when you're tired. It's usually okay, but it's rude to cough when there are guests. I hope you young people are still willing to be with me. It's very rare for this old man to eat together." Wang Zhiguo sighed.

Wu Xiaoshan nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, I know a little about Chinese medicine. If you don't mind, I can help you take a look. Maybe I can cure you."

"Come on, I have chronic bronchitis. With the current medical skills, I can't cure it at all. You... definitely can't do it." Wang Zhiguo shook his head and said.

He didn't agree because he wanted to take care of Wu Xiaoshan's face. In his opinion, Wu Xiaoshan was only too old to cure bronchitis unless the sun came out in the west.

Sensing the change in Wu Xiaoshan's face, Wang Chenggui quickly smoothed things over and said, "Uncle, why don't you ask Mr. Wu to show you, to be honest, seeing you coughing so tired every day makes me feel uncomfortable. "

"No need, there is no cure for my disease, unless I take traditional Chinese medicine every day, and there are many taboos, I will not do it...cough cough!" Wang Zhiguo coughed violently again as he spoke.

It looked like he was about to cough up his lungs.

At this time, Wu Xiaoshan didn't know that Wang Zhiguo was a stubborn old man with a weird temper. It would be really difficult to deal with this kind of person if he was not allowed to show his real skills.

With a flick of his wrist, Wu Xiaoshan took out a few silver needles, pierced into Old Man Wang's lungs like lightning, and the needles of the silver needles were wrapped with strands of spiritual power invisible to the naked eye.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zhiguo was taken aback. He stared at Wu Xiaoshan, never expecting that this young man would suddenly give him a needle.

But immediately, he felt a warmth coming from his lungs, and his cough miraculously stopped.

"stop……"

At this time, Wang Chenggui and other Wang family members finally reacted. They thought that Wu Xiaoshan was going to harm Wang Zhiguo, so they stood up to stop Wu Xiaoshan.

"Wait, don't panic, Mr. Wu is treating me." Unexpectedly, Wang Zhiguo waved his hand, interrupting his movements.

He is indeed a feng shui master, and he also met masters when he was young.

Knowing that there is no one who has been immersed in Chinese medicine for decades, he can't do it at all, so when Wu Xiaoshan said that he is a Chinese medicine doctor, he didn't take it seriously.

But what surprised him was that the young man he despised brought him a pleasant surprise.

After Wu Xiaoshan pierced nine silver needles in a row, he did not continue needling. Instead, he used a special technique to rhythmically twist the silver needles one by one and rotate them one after another.

As he continued to apply the needles, instead of feeling any discomfort, Wang Zhiguo felt that his body was extremely relaxed. Not only did he no longer cough, but his throat didn't even itch.

I don't know how long it took, when Wu Xiaoshan's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, suddenly, he pulled out nine silver needles like lightning.

After closing the needle, Wu Xiaoshan wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped and said, "Mr. Wang, how do you feel now?"

At this time, Wang Zhiguo had already regarded Wu Xiaoshan as an expert. Hearing this, he couldn't help asking in surprise: "Mr. Wu, is the acupuncture method you used to treat me the long-lost "Nine Needles of Huihun"?" ?”

Wu Xiaoshan was startled, he didn't expect Wang Zhiguo to know his acupuncture technique, he pretended to be calm and said: "It's the nine needles of returning to the soul, but it won't be lost, right?"

"It's really the soul-returning nine-needle!" Wang Zhiguo stood up with a bang, and said excitedly: "Back then, when I met that expert, he said that my bronchitis can only be cured by the long-lost soul-returning nine-needle. Complete cure, otherwise, it is impossible at all, I never thought... I really met it in my lifetime!"

"Uncle, are you really well?" In the end, Wang Chenggui was the first to react, looking at Wang Zhiguo excitedly.

After getting Wang Zhiguo's nod to confirm, Wang Chenggui immediately said gratefully: "Mr. Wu, thank you so much, my uncle hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past decades, but I didn't expect to be cured by you now!"

After saying this, he looked at Yang Zishan again, and continued: "Mr. Yang, let's sign the sales contract right away, and you don't have to worry about the car rental. I am fully responsible here, but the four hundred and fifty-one The price of the root really cannot be lowered, after all, it is the hard-earned money of the villagers, what do you think?"

Looking at Wang Chenggui, whose face was flushed all over, Yang Zishan couldn't help laughing and said, "Village Chief Wang, there's no rush to sign the contract. It's not too late for us to sign after dinner."

"Yes, yes, why did I forget this, eat and eat, and then sign after eating!" Wang Chenggui patted his forehead and said that he also picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

At this time, Wu Xiaoshan had already discussed with Wang Zhiguo about the Nine Needles of Huihun and Fengshui Kanyu.

"Mr. Wu, this Nine Needles of Soul is really amazing. In fact, my chronic bronchitis is more serious than that of ordinary people. I guess it is because of the karma I suffered from watching too much Feng Shui in the early years. Lucky to have you!"

"Haha, don't worry, Mr. Wang. I'll prescribe you some medicine later. You take some medicine on time. Within a week, you won't have any worries."

Afterwards, Wu Xiaoshan asked someone to bring a pen and paper, and wrote down a prescription for Wang Zhiguo.

After doing all this, he asked deliberately: "Mr. Wang, I still want to take the liberty to ask, how did the prickly ash grow in your village? Is it really because Feng Shui changed the characteristics of the prickly ash?"

(End of this chapter)