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"Old man, if you don't mind, I'll take a look for you."

Zhang Zitao asked the old man.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

The old man was excited.

For Zhang Zitao to be able to cure Yang Lili's weak organs, such a serious illness, it would probably have some effect on him even if he had to suffer from it for many years.

He also did not expect Zhang Zitao to help him heal his wounds, but if he could be more nimble, that would be enough to make him satisfied.

"It's fine."

Zhang Zitao shook his head and said.

Zhang Zitao squatted in front of the old man and pulled up the bottom of his pants. He looked at the old man's right leg that had already turned black and frowned.

The old man was old, almost eighty years old.

If it weren't for these leg wounds, he would probably still be around a hundred years old.

However, because the injury on his leg had obstructed the flow of his blood, the old man clearly did not have much time left to live.

"What's the matter, young man?"

The old man asked curiously.

"ZiTao, how is my grandfather's condition, can it be cured?"

Yang Chen also hurriedly asked.

"There's a way."

Zhang Zitao replied.

"Really?"

The old man was unable to restrain the excitement in his heart.

Although he was old, if his right leg could be more nimble, he could also be more convenient in daily life.

The old man did not like to be supported and treated like a patient.

It was just that sometimes, there was really nothing that could be done with the injuries on his leg.

If his leg injury could really be healed, then it would be a fortunate thing for him.

"Yes." Old man, bear with it for a while and it will hurt a bit. "But it will be fine soon."

Zhang Zitao raised his head to look at the old man and reminded him.

"But my right leg doesn't feel much anymore, except when it's raining and it's starting to swell and hurt. Even if you knock on my leg right now, I won't feel anything. "

The old man explained.

"Your leg doesn't feel anything because the blood clot is compressing the nerves. Over time, some of the nerves' functions are destroyed. What I need to do now is to first loosen up your blood clots and recover your nerves. "When the time comes, it will really hurt. I'm not joking. You have to hold it in."

Zhang Zitao said directly.

"Young man, don't worry. I might look old, but even if I have to endure the pain of losing my finger, I still have to endure it!"

The old man replied.

Zhang Zitao nodded his head, and retrieved the silver needles and alcohol paper towels from his body, preparing to perform acupuncture on the elderly man.

Yang Chen, who was at the side, followed Zhang Zitao's instructions and quickly rolled up the old man's pants, exposing all the problems on his right leg.

Although Zhang Zitao's mental energy was not much, it was only at the level of a normal person's mental energy level.

Although he had used up some of the energy during the process of using the first form of the Nine Styles of Ghost Gate, the Hand of Creation, it still did not have much of an impact.

At the moment, Zhang Zitao's acupuncture only had an auxiliary effect, the most important thing was to use his cultivation level to dissipate the blood clot on the old man's leg, in order to help the old man recover from his injuries.

If it was any other doctor who took care of it, it would be extremely difficult, but for Zhang Zitao, it was very easy.

After all, all of the doctors had no cultivation, and could not be like Zhang Zitao.

"Elder, I'm going to take action."

Zhang Zitao reminded his.

"No problem!"

The old man nodded.

But just at that time, a man with a golden frame appeared in the guest hall.

He saw that Zhang Zitao was holding a silver needle and was about to stab the old man in his thigh, and he immediately became anxious.

He rushed over to welcome Zhang Zitao, and stopped him from taking another step.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

The bespectacled man shouted towards Zhang Zitao.

"Can't you see? I'm treating this old man. "

Zhang Zitao said directly.

"Treat? Are you the doctor at that hospital? From the Chinese Medical Hospital? Show me your medical license! "My uncle is already so old. If you were to take the silver needle in your hand and put it on my uncle's body, if something were to happen, would you be able to bear it?"

the bespectacled man asked.

"Then I won't treat it. It's just a convenience on my part anyway."

Zhang Zitao stood up in an indifferent manner.

"Zhifeng, what are you doing?" This young man wanted to treat me out of good intentions. "Why are you so mean to her?"

The old man glared at the bespectacled man, then quickly turned his gaze to Zhang Zitao and apologized: "Young man, sorry, my second son is a bit impatient. What offense does his words have? I hope you won't forget it. "

"Uncle!" Your leg injury, I've had a lot of doctors look at it, it's no use, you let such a young and inexperienced person treat your leg. What if something went wrong? Who knew if there was anything on his needle? If he gets a virus on his needle and goes into your body, it's going to be a big deal! "

Yang Zhifeng touched the falling frame of the golden thread glasses and asked the old man anxiously.

Considering it from other angles, Yang Zhifeng's worry was not without reason.

He did not know what Zhang Zitao had done upstairs, and naturally did not know that it was Zhang Zitao who pulled Yang Lili back from the brink of death.

Right now, his concern was the normal care and concern a son had for his father.

"The needles I used were all sterilized with alcohol paper towels. If you don't trust me, I can't help it. "

Zhang Zitao said indifferently.

"I really can't trust you anymore. There are many people in the provincial capital who wish for my uncle's death, even in the family. Who knows if you were sent by those people to harm my uncle? If that's the case, then the consequences would be unimaginable? "

Yang Zhifeng threw out the worry in his heart.

"That's enough, Zhifeng, stop talking!"

The old man couldn't help but interrupt.

"Uncle …"

Yang Zhifeng still wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the old man's stern gaze.

His words had clearly come out of his mouth, but he just couldn't say it when he looked at the old man's appearance.

Yang Chen, who was at the side, also advised Yang Zhifeng, "Second Uncle, don't worry. ZiTao is an expert I invited, he just saved Li Li's life upstairs. If not for him, Lili would probably be in trouble today. And the cadaveric spot on me, was also cured by the ZiTao. For him to treat grandfather's illness, there shouldn't be a problem. "

Yang Chen explained.

"What? He cured you?"

Yang Zhifeng looked at Zhang Zitao in disbelief.