Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

After chatting with Mr. Huang for so long, Cao Anping lost his patience and asked directly:

"Mr. Huang, don't beat around the bush. Just tell me what's going on. You don't seem like the shy type, do you?"

Huang Lao saw that the gift did not touch the other party's heart, but he could only say honestly:

"Please, Doctor Cao, explain your acupuncture to me. I...I want to become your disciple!"

Cao Anping's eyes widened, thinking: "Are you kidding me, old man? You're old enough to be my grandfather."

No wonder he avoided the question at first. It turned out that he wanted to learn other people's unique skills. No wonder he couldn't say it out loud and had to give a valuable gift first.

Cao Anping was somewhat speechless. The Thirteen Ghost Needles were drawn out by the system, so he was definitely unwilling to teach it. So he said in embarrassment:

"This is not good, you are so old, please don't frustrate me.

And you should be a famous doctor, right? If others knew about this, they would definitely scold me for being ignorant.”

Huang Lao said indifferently: "The one who is more capable is the first. If you are more capable, then you are the teacher. I really want to learn. Doctor Cao, if you have any conditions, just tell me. I have quite a few good things in my collection."

Cao Anping thought to himself: "You have collected so many good things. It seems that when the movement comes, you, an old man, will be the first to bear the brunt.

How come he still doesn't understand my polite refusal? It seems this old guy is a bit thick-skinned. I can only tell the truth.'

Cao Anping said helplessly: "This skill is inherited from my ancestors. It is not easy to pass it on to others. Besides, if you don't have some talent, you really can't learn it."

Mr. Huang sighed. He had expected this result, so he could only ask the next best thing:

“How about you seal the acupuncture points on my left hand and I can go back and study it myself?

Doctor Cao, please help me. If I go back empty-handed, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep in the future."

Cao Anping was stunned. This old man actually came up with such a weird idea. Is he really a medical madman?

He asked hesitantly, "You're not going to let me give you the injection and then report me, are you? You can't be calculating like that."

Cao Anping was not afraid at all that the two brothers would report him, because they were not clean to begin with, and without evidence, what they said would not be taken seriously.

But this old man can get Minister Song to accompany him, so he must not be an ordinary person. If he plots against him, he might be in real trouble.

Huang Lao angrily retorted: "You are insulting my character. Then I will write you a letter of guarantee, saying that I took the initiative to do medical research with you, and I will not blame you if anything goes wrong."

He actually took out a pen and paper and started writing a statement, promising that everything was done voluntarily as medical research and that Cao Anping had no responsibility at all.

Cao Anping looked at the "Statement" in his hand with mixed feelings. He felt a little complicated for a moment. He had been wary of the old man who came to his door, fearing that the other party had some intentions.

I didn't expect that this person was just interested in the sight of something interesting and was a scholar who wanted to study medicine.

Cao Anping thought about it and agreed. He really wanted to see if Mr. Huang could solve it himself.

He also suspected that if he did not agree to this request, he would probably keep pestering him, because this old man did not seem to care about his face at all.

Mr. Huang was very happy to see Cao Anping agreed, because being able to experiment on himself meant that not only could he study and solve the problem himself, but he could also see the acupuncture performed with his own eyes.

Cao Anping took out the silver needle and a homemade alcohol lamp and started heating.

When Mr. Huang saw it, he said, "Your equipment is not good. I will give you a good one tomorrow. It will be my tuition fee."

Cao Anping curled his lips and muttered, "It's fine as long as it works. Why make it so fancy? It's true that poor students have too many stationery."

Mr. Huang felt embarrassed after hearing this. Doctor Cao was good in every way except that he had a big mouth and was even more argumentative than his nephew.

But he didn't have time to think about it because Cao Anping was about to take action.

Cao Anping turned Mr. Huang's left hand over, palm facing up, and held it down steadily.

Holding a silver needle in the right hand, he quickly inserted it into the fixed left hand and moved it quickly, three circles to the left and two circles to the right.

He kept inserting the needles in this way, and his hands were so fast that they almost left afterimages. However, the force with which he inserted the needles was never unstable, just like a peerless swordsman who could control his movements freely.

Mr. Huang was stunned. How much practice must have been done to be able to perform so smoothly?

Moreover, he had gradually felt that his left hand seemed to be out of control. What puzzled him the most was that he seemed not to understand it, so his plan of stealing the skills was ruined.

Cao Anping stopped only after inserting more than twenty needles. This time he sealed more acupoints than those two brothers.

Since Mr. Huang wants to do research, let him do it for a while longer so we don't have to disturb him.

This is not a regulation of qi and blood, so it does not take a lot of time. Only one minute later, Cao Anping quickly retracted the silver needle and reinserted it into the cloth bag.

Mr. Huang observed carefully, and when he saw Cao Anping's actions, his eyes suddenly fixed.

He discovered that Cao Anping had different orders for acupuncture and needle removal, and even the balance of supplementation and drainage (referring to needle rotation) of each needle was different.

That seems to be a set of codes for more than twenty needles, plus the method of equal supplementation and equal discharge, it adds up to a compound code. No wonder there has been no progress in studying Zhu Daqiang, and their relationship is like this.

Mr. Huang was secretly delighted. Fortunately, he had a good memory. Even though Cao Anping was fast, he still remembered the general idea. He finally had some confidence in his research after returning.

After Cao Anping put the things away, he instructed: "Because you have to study it yourself, there may be unexpected situations. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to come to me to untie it, otherwise it's not my fault if your hand is broken."

Mr. Huang agreed readily, saying that it was only his left hand, so it wouldn't be a big deal even if it was really broken.

He felt his left hand and found that he could still bend his arm normally, but his palm and wrist had no feeling at all and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Even for him, an old Chinese doctor with more than 20 years of research in acupuncture, he still finds it incredibly magical.

Mr. Huang sighed, "Oh, what a coincidence, my nephew is gone, otherwise I would really open his eyes."

Cao Anping asked doubtfully, "Is your nephew also a doctor?"

Huang Lao sighed and said, "Yes, he has a talent for medicine and is also experienced in surgery. He is the lead surgeon for most of Minister Song's surgeries.

I gave him a lot of face by sending him to study with my elder brother for three years, but I didn’t expect that after he came back, he didn’t think much of our Chinese medicine. "

Cao Anping didn't have any ideas. This situation was quite common. Chinese and Western medicine actually had their own advantages.