Yang Xu had tears in his eyes. This man who had experienced the baptism of swords, guns and bullets was really panicking at this time. In the face of life and death, no matter how strong you are, you will feel helpless.

"Mr. Mo, my grandfather." At this point, Yang Xu did not dare to say any more.

"I'm half sure." Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Xu, pondered for a moment, and gave him a conservative answer.

"Tch, what a loud tone!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Xiao glanced at Mo Xiaosheng, his tone was very unhappy, and he said coldly: "I want to see how you can be even half sure!"

He was furious, because Mo Xiaosheng's words were not only contempt for his medical skills, but also contempt for the entire medical community! It is a problem that all the elites in the entire medical community cannot overcome. How dare you, a mere junior, make such arrogant remarks!

"Don't worry, old man. If you don't consider other symptoms, judging from the degree of fibrosis in Mr. Yang's lungs now, if it can be effectively contained, he can still survive, right?"

Mo Xiaosheng could see that Mr. Xiao in front of him was a kind-hearted person and he was also the kind of old man who loved Chinese medicine. He thought about it carefully, then walked up to Mr. Xiao and said.

"Nonsense!" Mr. Xiao looked at Mo Xiaosheng like he was looking at a fool, "If there was a way to curb it, there would be no need for so many people to die every year."

"Old sir, don't be angry. Please listen to what I have to say first. Chinese medicine is vast and profound. There are many problems that cannot be overcome by Western medicine. We, Chinese medicine, can actually do it. Don't you deny this?" Mo Xiaosheng said slightly.

Said with a smile.

"What you said is quite right!"

When Mr. Xiao heard Mo Xiaosheng's compliments on Chinese medicine, he couldn't help but puff up his chest and felt quite proud. Then he sighed and said with a lonely look: "It's just that the things from our ancestors have been passed down to us, and there are not many left. We are ashamed of our ancestors."

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"Old sir, I have a recipe here. How about you help me inspect it?" Mo Xiaosheng took a pen and paper and wrote a recipe, handed it to Mr. Xiao, and asked: "Please see if this can be effective."

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Mr. Xiao frowned and glanced at the prescription in his hand, then his expression changed, he looked up at Mo Xiaosheng, and said with a shocked expression: "Young man, who do you study under?"

"This...it's not convenient to disclose, but he is definitely an expert." Mo Xiaosheng smiled mysteriously, naturally it was impossible to tell Xiao Lao the truth.

Mr. Xiao looked at the prescription in his hand and was quite shocked. He did not expect that it would be written by a young man.

Yang Lao's symptoms can be classified as a syndrome of hangover in traditional Chinese medicine. Generally, prescriptions based on Shizao Decoction are used, with additions and subtractions based on the patient's specific condition. However, this prescription prescribed by Mo Xiaosheng takes a unique approach.

I made a prescription that is similar to Xiao Qinglong Tang, but it is not exactly Xiao Qinglong Tang. Several of the medicinal ingredients are quite different.

Theoretically speaking, if you take this medicine according to this prescription, it can indeed effectively curb pulmonary fibrosis and even improve your physical condition. However, the specific effect cannot be known until you take it.

"Little sir, this prescription of yours is really impressive. I might as well give it a try."

Mr. Xiao was quite shocked after seeing Mo Xiaosheng's prescription. He also had a new understanding of Mo Xiaosheng's medical skills, so when he spoke, he unconsciously changed his name to Mo Xiaosheng, feeling a bit of admiration in his heart.

"Really, so grandpa can be saved!"

Yang Xu was overjoyed when he heard this. When he heard that his grandfather was rescued, he was so excited that it was hard to express in words.

He looked at Mo Xiaosheng with eyes full of gratitude, and vowed: "Mr. Mo, don't worry, if you cure my grandfather's disease, even if the Yang family spends everything, it will still..."

"No, you have already paid the consultation fee." Mo Xiaosheng waved to him and said,

"When did I pay the consultation fee?" Yang Xu couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. He had never given any money to Mo Xiaosheng.

"When we were at the health center." Mo Xiaosheng looked at him and said, "I was asking you what you could do. What you said you could do for me was to block that shot for me. This is what you paid for the medical treatment.

gold."

"But..." Yang Xuyu was still talking, but was pulled by Wei Xue, "Since he said he paid it, then it's considered paid."

"Mr. Xiao, although pulmonary fibrosis can be controlled now, the stubborn disease caused by the old injury to Mr. Yang's lungs is also extremely fatal." Mr. Xiao thought about it for a moment. He was just happy and forgot about it.

This disease cannot be cured, and Mr. Yang is also hopeless.

"I heard Mr. Liang say this a long time ago. This is easy to handle."

Mo Xiaosheng smiled, then walked to Mr. Yang, pulled out the silver needle from his body, then took out his needle bag, twisted a silver needle, rubbed it carefully, and inserted it gently

Yang Lao's body.

I saw that the tail was always shaking slightly after the silver needle was inserted.

After a dozen needles were inserted in a row, Mo Xiaosheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although these dozen needles seemed easy, they were quite consuming. Moreover, Mo Xiaosheng introduced a trace of the breath of green wood into each needle.

So as to better treat Lei Lao.

"Taiyi Divine Needle?!"

Mr. Xiao's eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief. The Taiyi Divine Needle used by Mo Xiaosheng is very different from the Taiyi Divine Needle that is currently circulating. What is circulating on the street now is just a gimmick to fool people, but the one Mo Xiaosheng used

The trocar acupuncture method is the authentic Taiyi Divine Needle. Mr. Xiao once saw it in an ancient medical book.

The difficulty of this acupuncture method lies in the control of the acupuncture method and the depth of the needle. If you are not careful, it will be counterproductive and may even hurt people's lives, so it was gradually lost and later evolved into the simple medicinal moxibustion today.

After Mo Xiaosheng finished using this set of acupuncture, Mr. Yang's cough suddenly disappeared, his breathing gradually became steady, and his face gradually became rosy.

Mr. Xiao's heart was shocked when he saw it. He glanced at the ginseng in his hand, and a layer of tears could not help but well up in his two cloudy eyes!

He stepped aside respectfully, bowed his hands, bowed deeply to Mo Xiaosheng, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, you are a talented man, please accept my respects!"

Traditional Chinese medicine is a profession that has no distinction between age and seniority. In his opinion, what he worships is not Mo Xiaosheng, but the hope of Chinese medicine and the future backbone of Chinese medicine!

After a while, Mr. Yang woke up leisurely. The burning sensation and pain in his chest had completely disappeared. Instead, he felt a refreshing, cool feeling, which was extremely comfortable.

Seeing the people around him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Then he looked at the silver needle on his chest and immediately realized what was going on. He determined that his aphrodisiac had recurred again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm such an old bone.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on for a few more days.”

"Mr. Yang, not only can you survive, but you can also live longer." Mo Xiaosheng looked at him and said with a smile.

"Who are you?"

When Mr. Yang saw Mo Xiaosheng, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Grandpa, this is Dr. Mo who saved you." Yang Xu's voice was choked with sobs. When he saw his grandpa waking up, he was so excited that he struggled to speak.

"So you are the Xiao Mo that Lao Liang mentioned. You are indeed a talented person!" Lao Yang said with a smile.

"Mr. Mo, is my grandfather's disease cured now?" Yang Xu couldn't help but asked eagerly.

"Not yet. It can only be said that it is temporarily under control. However, as long as Grandpa Yang insists on taking the medicine according to the prescription I prescribed, pulmonary fibrosis will be completely suppressed within ten days. As for the old disease, I will come here every week to treat

Grandpa Lei will give you one acupuncture and he will be completely healed in a month." Mo Xiaosheng said.

"Xiao Mo, are you serious? I will be able to drink by then?!"

Mr. Yang's eyes lit up. He hadn't understood it just now, thinking that Mo Xiaosheng had just saved him this time. Now after hearing what Mo Xiaosheng and Yang Xu said, he learned that Mo Xiaosheng could cure his disease, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

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"grandfather!"

Yang Xu shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. There was really nothing he could do against this old man.
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