Everyone looked at Mr. Xie, not understanding what he meant. He had already nodded and agreed to the prescription just now, but why did he suddenly shout "Slow" again? Is this OK or not?

Zeng Yi was not in a hurry to apply the needle, and held the golden needle in his hand and asked, "Sir, is there any problem with my treatment plan?"

Mr. Xie shook his head and said a few words, but unfortunately he was vague and no one present could understand.

Qiu Jianting turned around and went out and asked someone to call Mr. Xie's assistant over.

The assistant was resting downstairs and got the news. He came over in less than a minute. When he came in, he heard Mr. Xie repeat the words and said, "Doctor Xiao Zeng, can Mr. Xie see this golden needle in your hand?"

"sure!"

Zeng Yi handed the golden needle to the assistant, and was also a little surprised. Judging from Mr. Xie's reaction, he should have known the origin of the golden needle. It seems that if he wants to figure out the origin of his grandfather, he will probably fall on Mr. Xie.

Qiu Jianting was a little helpless at this time and said to himself that he was always doing what he was doing. Even if he was interested in the golden needle in Zeng Yi's hand, he could wait until Zeng Yi applied the needle before looking at it before asking. The most important question now is to treat the disease, to see if Zeng Yi can apply the needle.

The assistant took the golden needle and turned around and handed it to Mr. Xie. Mr. Xie first pinched it in his hand and felt it for a while. Then he took out a pair of reading glasses from the chair and observed it carefully. For three minutes, Mr. Xie put down his reading glasses and sat there without saying a word for a long time.

Zeng Yi couldn't help it and asked tentatively: "Sir, is there any problem with this golden needle?"

Mr. Xie withdrew his mind and shook his head, indicating that there was no problem with the golden needle.

Zeng Yi said again: "Is that the old man has seen this golden needle before?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xie shook his head and said that he had never seen this golden needle.

Zeng Yi was wondering. If Mr. Xie didn’t know Jinzhen, why was he so excited just now? Could Mr. Xie only recognize the six-petal plum blossoms above?

Thinking of this, Zeng Yi tentatively again and said, "Old sir..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Xie handed the needle to the assistant beside him and said a few words in a vague way.

"Put the needle first!" The assistant returned the golden needle back to Zeng Yi's hand and did not say much.

Zeng Yi took the golden needle back and felt helpless. Mr. Xie clearly knew the origin of the golden needle. At least he knew the six-petal plum blossoms. Why did he become so cold after seeing the golden needle? Zeng Yi wanted to ask again, but saw Mr. Xie pick up the teacup in front of him and sit in the chair and drink slowly. Obviously, he didn't want to talk anymore.

"Apply the needle first!"

Qiu Jianting said another sentence. He was also very curious about Zeng Yi's golden needles. He had never seen one that could be wrapped around his hand as a ring, but Qiu Jianting cared more about whether Zeng Yi could use such a long needle. As for the origin of the needle, Qiu Jianting didn't care much.

Zeng Yi had no choice but to press his confusion and decided to apply needles first. Anyway, Mr. Xie has returned to the capital. He made a special trip to visit him another day. Perhaps Mr. Xie is getting older and can't remember it for a while.

The assistant accused him of guilt and left.

Zeng Yi asked Mr. Qiu to sit upright in the chair, unbutton her coat, and then shook the golden needle in her hand. The golden needle became straight instantly. Before Mr. Qiu could react, the golden needle was stabbed in, and in a blink of an eye, five or six inches went in.

After entering five or six inches, the speed of the golden needle entering was significantly slower. Zeng Yi kept using various techniques to make lift, twist and press. The other palm was hanging two inches above the needle's tail, constantly feeling the shaking and frequency of the needle's tail.

After three minutes, the golden needle only entered seven inches.

Zeng Yi asked Qiu Jianting for a pack of ordinary silver needles and pierced them from several acupoints on his chest. Finally, he was on his back and arms. A pack of silver needles was quickly used up by Zeng Yi.

Mr. Qiu's body also reacted at this time. He shouted that there was a burning feeling on his chest; he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave; he felt comfortable in his chest; he felt like he was a big stone, and he couldn't breathe; he felt like he had a rope tied up, and the muscles on his chest were squeezed together.

When this feeling passed, a layer of sweat had already appeared on Mr. Qiu's forehead, but he felt that his chest was not as uncomfortable and swollen as before. He said, "That's right, it's this feeling!"

Qiu Jianting immediately asked, "Uncle, what do you think?"

Mr. Qiu nodded and said, "I used to give me acupuncture and Xiao Mo acupuncture, and this was the same feeling."

Qiu Jianting breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zeng Yi could indeed use a seven-inch needle. No wonder he could cure Zhai Haohui's madness. No wonder those old comrades praised this young doctor. This really has a deep knowledge of Taoism.

"Xiao Zeng, thank you for your hard work!" Qiu Jianting thanked Zeng Yi who was standing aside and observing.

Zeng Yi waved his hand and said, "I dare not call it hard work, it's just a matter of raising my hands."

Qiu Jianting thought to himself that he was lucky. Fortunately, he rushed to Jixiang Hotel last night, otherwise the outcome would be unpredictable.

Qiu Jianting was indeed slapped hard last night without any ambiguity. This was the second time that Qiu Dajun, a bastard, almost killed Mr. Qiu. Qiu Jianting hit Mo Sili for this first slap. When Mr. Xie told the reason for the seven-inch needle, he wanted to beat Qiu Dajun, but unfortunately Qiu Dajun was not in front of him. The second slap was for Zeng Yi. If not, how could he invite Zeng Yi, and how could he resolve Mr. Qiu's second medical treatment crisis? Even if you ask Li Zhaoxiong as an intermediary, you will not be more sincere in asking for help.

If you want to thank someone, you have to thank someone again, that is Zhang Jiexiong, otherwise Mr. Qiu will become the second Chang Hongying.

Qiu Jianting thought that he was scared. If he had any hesitation and concerns last night, even if he had entrusted Li Zhaoxiong as a middle-aged man, Zeng Yi might not be able to do his best; in other words, even if Zeng Yi agreed to take action, he would not dare to let Zeng Yi come for treatment.

Mr. Xie sat aside and observed Zeng Yi's needle-applying action, but never spoke again.

After half an hour, Zeng Yi stepped forward and started to slap the needles, and in the reverse order, he pulled out the previous needles one by one. The silver needle was pulled out very quickly. But it took another three minutes for the golden needle to be pulled out.

"Okay!" Zeng Yi pulled out the golden needle, stood up straight, and naturally wrapped the golden needle around his fingers. It quickly turned into a ring. He said, "Old Qiu, please rest. When the needle is twice, it should be effective."

"Doctor Xiao Zeng, please use tea downstairs!" Qiu Jianting raised his hand and asked Zeng Yi to go downstairs to rest. Today, Zeng Yi's injection made him feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow!" Zeng Yi said to Mr. Qiu and Mr. Xie, and was about to go downstairs with Qiu Jianting.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xie's assistant came back, holding an old yellowed book in his hand. Seeing Zeng Yi leaving, the assistant said, "Doctor Zeng, please stay, Mr. Xie has something to say to you!"

Zeng Yi looked at Mr. Xie, feeling a little confused. Since Mr. Xie had already said that he had never seen the golden needle, what should he say to himself now?

Mr. Xie nodded slightly, and the assistant handed the book in his hand to Zeng Yi and said, "This is the medical skill that Mr. Xie cherishes the most. Doctor Zeng Xiao, please read it."

After saying that, the assistant turned over the book, revealing the six-petal plum blossom on the cover.

Zeng Yi was excited when he saw this, picked up the book and asked anxiously: "Old Xie... Mr., where did you get this book?"

The answer to Zeng Yi was still the assistant, saying: "When Mr. Xie was young, he had already known the famous doctors in the 49th city. Everyone knew and knew. One day, a pawnshop came to the door and said that they had collected a medical book, but no one redeemed it when it expired, and it became a death sentence. They wanted to ask Mr. Xie if he was interested in collecting it. Mr. Xie had been reading this book for some years, so he paid for it. Later, the more he read it, the more Mr. Xie felt that the acupuncture technique in this book was to treat diseases and was extremely effective, so he kept the book. Mr. Xie said that one of his wishes in this life was to find the owner of this book. So when he saw Dr. Xiao Zeng's golden needle just now, Mr. Xie was a little uncontrollable, which made everyone laugh."

When Zeng Yi heard this sentence, his excitement suddenly became cold. He didn't know what he felt now. He thought he could get some important clues from Mr. Xie, and even hoped that Mr. Xie would know the origin of his grandfather. Who knew that the answer he got in the end was two words - death.

If you die, you will completely cut off all your hopes and thoughts. The product of pawnshop has long been buried deep in the long river of history. Where will you find a pawnshop and where will you find this owner of the dead!

After working hard for so many years, I didn't expect that this would be the result in the end. Zeng Yi's only remaining clue was also broken.

Seeing that Zeng Yi hadn't spoken for a long time, Mr. Xie said a few words to the assistant.

The assistant translator said: "Doctor Xiao Zeng, Mr. Xie wants to know which famous doctor you have learned from and what is the origin of it?"

Zeng Yi had just suffered a setback and was a little depressed, saying, "My medical skills were learned from my grandfather. I am not a famous doctor and have no origin."

Mr. Xie seemed a little disappointed, and then said a few words to the assistant.

The assistant translator said: "I don't know the name of Ling Zu Gao? Mr. Xie really wants to meet him."

Zeng Yi said sadly: "My grandfather has passed away for more than ten years."

Mr. Xie was surprised and sat in the chair for a long time, and said a few words to the assistant.

The assistant said, "Ling Zu should have smiled when he was able to train a famous doctor like Dr. Xiao Zeng." After saying that, he paused, and the assistant said, "Although I can't see Dr. Xiao Zeng, I am very pleased to see Dr. Xiao Zeng today. Mr. Xie has decided to give this medical book to you, please accept it!"

Zeng Yi wanted to accept it, but the assistant just said that this was the medical book that Mr. Xie cherished the most, so he had to say, "This is not something you can do!"

"Mr. Xie said, I gave you this book to you. First, it was to fulfill his wish. This book might be a certain ancestor of the Zeng family who was trapped for a while and was given a pawnshop. Second, it did not have a deep skill in giving a needle, so it was also a decoration. Doctor Xiao Zeng was very skilled in medical skills and could also make long needles. This book is the most suitable for you. However, Mr. Xie hopes that you can use the acupuncture in the book to relieve the pain of more patients!" the assistant explained.

Zeng Yi held the book and it was neither too much nor too much.

"The elders give me, I can't refuse! I think you should just take it away!" In the end, Qiu Jianting spoke and said, "I also think it's most suitable for you to keep this medical book."

Mr. Qiu didn't say anything, but nodded slightly. If someone else had changed to him, he would not be able to use the seven-inch needle. Even if he had this medical book, it would be in vain.

Zeng Yi no longer refused and said, "Zeng Yi thanked the old man for his kind gift."

Mr. Xie waved his hand and returned to his unwillingness to speak.

Zeng Yi then put away his medical books and followed Qiu Jianting downstairs.

"Xiao Zeng!" Qiu Jianting went downstairs to sit down, held the cup and thought for a long time, and suddenly called Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi was stunned when he heard this. He stood up and said, "What are the instructions of the leader?"

Qiu Jianting quickly pressed his hand and said, "Sit, sit down, just sit down and talk!"

Zeng Yi had no choice but to sit down and put the book in his briefcase. He would not lose his mind when he saw the book again. He cheered up and waited for Qiu Jianting's following.

"It's still about the condition of the elderly at home. I will have to trouble Dr. Zeng to come and apply acupuncture frequently in the future." Qiu Jianting looked at Zeng Yi and said, "I wonder if this will affect your normal work?"

Zeng Yi said: "In fact, acupuncture does not require so frequent, it can be acupuncture every six months. This time, it takes three days to incite it because the attacks have been frequent recently. In the future, as long as you pay attention to conditioning and take medication on time, I believe the attacks will not be frequent."

"That's good, that's good!" Qiu Jianting was relieved and said, "I'm afraid it will affect your work!"

"I will come to visit the old man again when I come to Beijing next time! Please rest assured, Chief!" Zeng Yi said.

Qiu Jianting made a long appointment with Zeng Yi, so as not to use Zeng Yi in the future, and then he had to think about how to invite him. He thought for a while and said, "I heard that your work performance in Dongjiang is very good!"

Zeng Yi said: "I can only say that I am in my position and plan my affairs, but I dare not say that I have achieved success!"

Qiu Jianting laughed and said, "You can be both literary and martial. Xiao Zeng, you are a versatile player. It will take a while to achieve success!"

Zeng Yi remembered one thing. Li Dequn, the big boss of Dongjiang Province, had served as Mr. Qiu's secretary. Qiu Jianting said this. Does it mean this? Zeng Yi did not expect Qiu Jianting to help him, nor did he want Qiu Jianting to help him. But Qiu Jianting said this very well. He helped Mr. Qiu cure his illness. The Qiu family naturally had to express it.

After chatting with Qiu Jianting downstairs for about ten minutes, Zeng Yi made an appointment to come back tomorrow, so he offered to say goodbye.

From beginning to end, neither of them mentioned Qiu Dajun again. Zeng Yi did not want to mention it, and Qiu Jianting was unwilling to mention it. Now the marriage between the Qiu family and the Long family was no longer something that Qiu Jianting could decide. Since he had been exposed to the old man, he could only wait for the old man's reply.

When he returned to the Beijing Office, Zeng Yi received a call from Zhang Jiexiong. Zhang Jiexiong asked on the phone: "Is things going well?"

"It went very smoothly!" Zeng Yi said, "No surprise, I will go back to Dongjiang the day after tomorrow!"

"It's good that it's going well, and I can also give it back to the old man!" Zhang Jiexiong didn't say much, and said, "That's all, I'm dead!"

After putting down the phone, Zeng Yi picked up the medical book that Mr. Xie gave him again.

Judging from the cover, the six-petal plum blossom on it, whether in its shape or pattern, is exactly the same as the plum blossom on Zeng Yi's medical box and the golden needle. This is by no means an explanation; and from the content, the acupuncture recorded in it is in line with the acupuncture learned by Zeng Yi since childhood, but the content in the book is not more detailed than Zeng Yi learned, and the acupuncture recorded in it is not as delicate as Zeng Yi learned.

But it is undeniable that this acupuncture technique is definitely the same as what Zeng Yi learned. You can forge a six-petal plum blossom, but these tested acupuncture techniques are absolutely impossible to make up.

How could such an extremely precious medical book be sent to a pawnshop and become a deathbed?
To be continued...