Chapter 557

This is a humble room. The ground is paved with terrazzo floors. There is no luxurious decoration on the walls, but the simplest white wall is painted.

A half painted vermilion solid wood wardrobe, an old style writing desk, a yellow pear flower and tree TV cabinet and a wide bamboo bed constitute this very simple room.

Except for an old ceiling fan and an 18 inch domestic color TV, there is no modern element in the whole room, which makes people seem to be in the folk houses of China in the 1970s and 1980s.

On the bamboo bed, there was a dying old man lying quietly. His white hair was covered with gullies, and his old face was covered with old man's spots. At the moment, he was closing his eyes, making the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes more and more profound. If his bony chest did not have occasional slight ups and downs, people would mistakenly think that he had stopped breathing.

At the moment, the ventilator blindfolded on his face, the ECG detector beside the bamboo bed and the layout of the room are particularly incompatible.

The white wall is covered with all kinds of messy photos. Only when the old man in the photos took a group photo with the founding great man in his military uniform when he was young can people realize how extraordinary his identity is.

The room of about 20 square meters is crowded with people at the moment. The atmosphere is tense and serious. Everyone looks at the young figure sitting by the bed without blinking. The action in his hand is like a phantom, and there is no room for others.

Yan Xun, as the king of needles, was seriously ill. Naturally, he was invited.

At the moment, standing in the crowd, watching the silver needle flying up and down like a butterfly in Ding Ning's hand, his eyes couldn't help showing a decadent color. Let alone Yan Hao is not as good as him, even he sighed.

But at the thought of Yan Hao's failure, although it was a great blow to him, it was also a blessing in disguise. He was taken away by the master of the patrol angel and accepted as an external disciple. He couldn't help laughing.

No matter how skillful Ding Ning's medical skills are, he can only dominate in the secular world. He can't compare with those immortal figures in the holy medical school.

He believes that in five years at most, when Yan Hao returns from his studies, he will be able to step on Ding Ning and regain the honor he once lost.

Jiang Lao and others were intoxicated by Ding Ning's technique. For their current medical skills, it is almost impossible to make further progress.

But now, they see a chance to break through themselves. Ding Ning's every move contains some unspeakable rhythm, which is in line with the road of heaven and earth, which makes them deeply trapped and understand.

When Ding Ning entered the room, old Su's vital signs had basically disappeared, and his brain waves were about to become a sea level. After he took a few shots in a leisurely manner, his vital signs began to pick up. At this time, they had completely recovered. It was obvious that old Su had been out of danger.

They all want to learn something from Ding Ning, so up to now, no one wants to tell the Su family the good news.

Ding Ning's face was pale and his whole body was soft. The first fist in "wild body cultivation" this morning was successfully practiced. The power of that fist was really terrible, but the consumption was also terrible.

So the treatment process, which should have been easy, became extremely difficult, but he had to bite his teeth and insist.

Mr. Su had no problem with his heart, but when he was young, he had a gunshot wound in his chest, probably due to the medical technology of that era. Although the bullet was taken out, it destroyed some subtle meridians around his heart.

These subtle meridians are not the main meridians, and they will not hinder the body at ordinary times. However, as he grows older, his organs begin to age, and the main meridians begin to shrink. In addition, he has a hot temper and strong liver fire. When he is stimulated, he is excited and the blood flow rate accelerates, which leads to insufficient blood supply to the heart and hypoxia and coma in the brain.

If it's just like this, it won't be so hard to repair several meridians. The problem is that master Su has been in the army all his life and has suffered dozens of injuries. Although they have been treated in time, they have left some sequelae.

These sequelae are not serious problems. Usually, it's just that there is some backache when it rains on cloudy days. But over the past few decades, a small amount makes a lot. These sequelae burst out at once. It's not as simple as one plus one equals two.

For example, the old man had a knife and gun in his abdomen. During the war, drugs were scarce. He just pulled a rag and didn't even disinfect, so he tied the wound to stop bleeding. As a result, the wound became inflamed and had a high fever for several days, which was carried down by a strong will.

This led to the healing of Mr. Su's wound, but the meridians in that area had been completely necrotic, and the wound formed a long red hard scar. It was red and itchy when it rained on a cloudy day. Although the conditions were good and had been re treated later, the time had passed for so long, and the new skin and flesh tissue had grown solid. Where was it so easy to heal.

There are dozens of old injuries like this, which makes Ding Ning admire the old man's perseverance. For so many years, the pain caused by these old injuries alone is not affordable to ordinary people.

If the human body is regarded as an extremely precise machine, these old injuries are the seemingly inconspicuous damaged parts on the machine. Although it does not affect the normal operation of the machine, once the main parts also have problems, the destructive power brought by these damaged parts is fatal.

Every part of the human body has its unique function and function. Therefore, these old injuries lead to his low immunity, lack of Qi, poor Qi and blood, frequent complications and diseases. It is a miracle that he can live to more than 90 years old.

What bothers Ding Ning most is that old man Su is too old, lack of vitality, decline of organ function and poor self-recovery ability.

In short, his longevity is fast. Even if he doesn't get sick this time, he won't have much time to live.

Even if Ding Ning connects all his meridians, he can live another three or five months at most.

If you want him to live a few more years, you can only use the abundant vitality contained in the Ivy beads to nourish his vitality, which makes him very tangled. Is it worth wasting a precious Ivy bead for an old man with a life of nearly 100 yuan?

"Since you are my sister's life-saving benefactor, I, as a brother, will repay your kindness for her. It's cheaper for you and give you a chance."

Ding Ning whispered to himself. He quietly took out a green vine bead in pain, put it into master Su's mouth with lightning speed, and introduced it into his body with spiritual power.

With ivy beads, he constantly absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth, not to mention that it can make him live a long life. There is absolutely no problem in living for another ten or eight years, but I'm afraid he can't raise flowers and plants in the future. As long as he comes into contact with flowers and plants, his vitality will be robbed.

He is not afraid of being seen. Anyway, all the people present are ordinary people. His speed is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Unless there is monitoring installed here, it is possible to find it by slowing down dozens of times.

But he can see that Mr. Su's identity is extraordinary. No one dares to install monitoring in his bedroom. Therefore, the secret of ivy beads may be exposed.

After swallowing the Ivy beads, the abundant vitality quickly nourished Mr. Su's body. The face full of old wrinkles quickly recovered ruddy. Even the senile spots began to fade gradually, the breath became more and more stable, and the life body soon returned to the value of normal people.

The people who were keenly aware of this scene couldn't help but exclaim. This is the real rejuvenation. This is the exclamation Su Zhengrong heard.

But the treatment is not over. The damaged meridians have already shrunk after so many years. If they are not repaired well, the vitality contained in Ivy beads can not smoothly spread all over the body and prolong life, which has become a false statement.

With the vitality contained in Ivy beads to stimulate the shrinking meridians to restore vitality, Ding Ning will become much easier when connecting meridians.

Connecting meridians is a delicate work that requires the triple consumption of power, mental power and spiritual power. It can't be completed in a moment. He had to secretly take out a spiritual crystal and hold it in the palm of his hand. While replenishing spiritual power, he repaired the damaged meridians for the old man,

Even he had no time to use silver needles as a cover, sat at the head of the bed, closed his eyes and devoted himself to treating the old man.

But in the eyes of everyone, he just put his hand on old man Su and didn't move. If he didn't look pale and focused, everyone would think he was tired and asleep.

Jiang Rui, the life secretary who always kept at the door like the door god, couldn't stand the soft and hard entanglement of the Su family. He came in to inquire about the news. Just about to ask, old Jiang gave him a stern stare, raised his index finger and made a hissing gesture to signal him not to disturb.

Jiang Rui nodded repeatedly. Although he didn't know the specific situation, he could understand the ECG monitor and knew that the old man's life should be saved. Then he crept out.

Whether it was true or false, the Su family immediately gathered around and asked the old man how he was.

Jiang Rui didn't dare to talk nonsense. He could only look serious and say, "it's still under rescue."

Su Zhengrong's tight heart fell into place. A relieved look flashed across his eyes. He was too nervous before laughing. How can a young man in his early twenties be able to save the old guy.

Su Zhengxi was in a very complicated mood. He hoped that the old man would be safe and sound, and that the old man would die, so that he could take advantage of the chaos to seize the position of home owner.

Su Zhengdong woke up. No matter he doesn't like Su Zhengnan's father and daughter any more, he has been a senior official after all. His vision is not comparable to that of a short-sighted person like Su Zhengxi. He knows what the overall situation is. He wholeheartedly hopes that old Su can survive the disaster. When he learns that he is still rescuing, he can't help pacing back and forth impatiently.

Su Zhengnan was calm on his face, but he was still worried. He was afraid that his grandson would fail in the rescue and become a vent bucket for the Su family. He quietly pulled Jiang Rui: "what's going on inside?"

Su Ningxiang also came over worried and asked in a low voice, "Secretary Jiang, tell us what's going on inside. Does grandpa still have hope?"

Jiang Rui, as the life Secretary of the old man, although he is not the Su family, he still respects the owner of Su Zhengnan. In addition, he has always been sympathetic to Su Ningxiang. He immediately looked around and whispered, "the old man's life should be saved, but it's hard to say what's going on. The rescue is not over yet."

Su Zhengnan's father and daughter looked at each other in surprise and saw the deep joy in each other's eyes. But when they thought that the final situation of the old man was still unknown, it was too early to laugh, so they immediately restrained their joy.

Since the old man was all right for the time being, Su Ningxiang also put down her heart and immediately whispered, "Dad, I'll go first. The group... Come back and wait... Grandpa wakes up. Call me."

"Then hurry and I'll watch here."

Su Zhengnan whispered that he knew that Datang Group was experiencing an unprecedented crisis. If it weren't for the critical situation of the old man, she couldn't leave. She should have gone back to the group to preside over the overall situation.