City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

At noon, when Fang Bai returned home, his mother Yang Mei had already prepared food and was waiting for him.

"Mom, can you bring some meat for cooking in the future?"

While eating, Fang Bai looked at the two plates of vegetarian dishes and a plate of pickled vegetables on the table, scratching his head and said, "It's best to be beef and lamb...well, I recently exercised to replenish energy."

His body refining plan has already begun, and the intensity will gradually increase in the future. With the improvement of physique, the food intake will definitely increase, especially meat is needed to supplement the consumed physical strength.

Yangmei and her husband Fang Gang looked at each other, their expressions a little sad.

"Eating meat every day, don't you get tired of it? Let's eat it every three days in the future."

Yangmei said that her eyes were reddish, and she sighed secretly.

It's not that she doesn't want her son to eat more meat. It's because of the family's poverty and she has to figure out how to live. If, like her son said, she needs beef and mutton for every meal, this family can't survive.

Fang Bai finished the rice in the bowl three times, then filled a big bowl, and said with a smile: "Mom, there is no money at home, right? This is okay. I will find a way to make money in the future, and you will be responsible for buying it. Just cook the meat for me."

Yang Mei was stunned: "Where do you go as a student to make money?"

"Fang Bai, although our family is poor, we must be poor and have the backbone. We must never do those crooked things!" Fang Gang said solemnly.

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't do bad things."

After eating, Yangmei went to wash the dishes, and Fang Bai and his father Fang Gang sat in the courtyard and chatted.

"Dad, I have been studying the ancient medical books in my home recently, and I have some understanding of acupuncture and massage. I think that with acupuncture and massage therapy slowly, you are still very hopeful that you can stand up again."

After a while, Fang Bai squatted in front of his father, observed his legs, and said slowly.

"Well, those ancient medical books at home, see if it's okay. But my leg...well, it can't be cured! So many famous domestic doctors can't..."

Fang Gang shook his head and waved his hand, his tone full of sadness.

"Dad, it's okay to be idle, I'll give you a few massages, you can see how my technique is."

Fang Bai rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, pushing his hands on his father's legs.

"I think I have a talent for medicine... Oh, I'm talking about Chinese medicine, and I am self-taught in acupuncture and massage... Dad, I want to open a Chinese medicine clinic in the city like you in the future. What do you think? kind?"

Fang Bai massaged his father while saying.

Fang Gang looked down and watched his son massage himself. He didn't care much at first, but his expression gradually became serious.

The son’s massage technique is not like a novice at all, but like an old Chinese doctor with decades of experience in practicing medicine. He kneads and pushes with proficient techniques. It’s a pity that he loses consciousness in his legs and cannot feel his massage. The low gravity is a pity.

"Are you really self-taught?"

Fang Gang looked at his son as if he didn't know him at all, his expression was incredible.

Fang Gang knew that his son was mainly studying Western medicine in medical school, but he didn't expect that he actually learned Chinese medicine on his own. For Fang Gang, who came from a family of Chinese medicine, he was overjoyed and sighed with emotion.

Fang Bai nodded and said with a smile: "Dad, my massage technique is okay, right?"

Fang Gang said: "Good life! Good time! Better than me... If you can handle light weight well, it's really fine to open a massage parlor! But..."

As soon as he changed his voice, he said sternly: "Let’s study your western medicine well, don’t think about opening a Chinese medicine clinic... Well, nowadays Chinese medicine has fallen out, and there is no way out no matter how well you learn... I’m just an example. ..."

Fang Bai didn't argue about anything. He found the box of silver needles that he turned over last night from his room, rolled his father's trouser legs above his knees, and said, "Dad, how about my self-taught acupuncture..."

Fang Gang watched his son pierce the sterilized silver needles into his legs, and couldn't help but laugh and curse: "Good boy, you are going to experiment with my body! Okay, anyway, my legs are also useless. , You can toss it casually!"

Fang Bai puts the needles very quickly and recognizes the points accurately. In the blink of an eye, the silver needles have been pierced into Fang Gang's Quchi, Hegu, Zhongwan, Zusanli and other acupuncture points, without any deviation.

"Okay, look at your acupuncture technique. Acupuncture is better than mine. Good boy, it's really hard for you."

Fang Gang was full of praise for the acupuncture and massage displayed by his son, which is beyond the reach of some old Chinese doctors who have practiced medicine for many years.

"If my son really opens a Chinese medicine clinic, we father and son will go to battle together, maybe the business will be very good... However, Fang Bai's mother will definitely oppose... Alas..."

Fang Gang was in a daze, suddenly felt a thin needle-like heat flow into his body, and quickly rushed to the damaged spinal nerves in his waist.

Stimulated by the heat, Fang Gang felt that his legs, which had been paralyzed for several months, suddenly felt like an overcurrent, and he felt a tingling sensation.

Although this feeling was slight and transient, it made Fang Gang ecstatic.

"Dad, did you feel a little numbness and pain in your legs just now?"

"Ok."

Seeing his son twisting the silver needle and smiling at himself, Fang Gang suddenly burst into tears.

Fang Bai knew why his father was so excited.

After the car accident that caused my father to be paralyzed a few months ago, the family did not spend less money, nor did the doctor look for less. I hope my father can stand and walk again, but the results are disappointing.

Almost all doctors tell father: You can only spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.

My father didn't believe it at first, but after trying various therapies, his legs remained unconscious, and he was finally desperate.

But now, after only using a few small silver needles, my father felt the long-lost tingling sensation again after a few months. How could he not cry with joy?

As an old Chinese doctor who has practiced medicine for many years, Fang Gang knows that he has sensation in his legs, which is an excellent sign, indicating that his legs may be cured.

"Dad, I will massage and acupuncture for you every noon from now on. Maybe in three or five months, you will be able to stand up again like a normal person."

Seeing his father's nose and tears with excitement, Fang Bai put away the silver needle, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but laugh.

The acupuncture and massage just now didn't take long, but Fang Bai's spirit and energy was extremely exhausted, as if he had run a marathon, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

"What are you father and son doing?"

Yangmei walked to the courtyard after busying with the kitchen. Seeing her son squatting in front of her husband's wheelchair, the two cried and laughed, making her feel very surprised.

Fang Gang took a wet towel from his son, wiped his face vigorously, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"My wife, I didn't believe in geniuses in this world before, but now...I believe it!"

"God babbling... don't understand what you are talking about."

"Our son is a genius!"

"That is, don't look at who gave birth to a son!"

"If our son transfers to Chinese medicine, he will open a Chinese medicine clinic after graduation..."

"Stop! Fang Gang, I won't let my son go your old way! I won't let him learn Chinese medicine for nothing!"

"What's wrong with Chinese medicine? There is hope that Chinese medicine will cure my leg..."

"Your legs? Wait...what's the matter?"

"Hey, our son..."

Fang Bai could probably guess what his parents would say next, but he didn't have the mind to listen.

He turned around and entered his room, hid in the bed, ran the "Dragon, Tiger, Lion and Elephant Gong" to adjust his breath, and began to recover the excessively consumed energy.