“…”

"Of course"
Yun Kunpeng clapped his hands, fell off the kang and walked around Ling for a few times as if admiring what was about to belong to him. "When?"
Yi patted the dust on his clothes.
"bring it."
Yun Kun Peng looks crazy, but in this respect, he can’t do whatever he wants without saving the Truman. The young man just has a word forbearance written on his forehead.
Yi squinted at him and turned and went out.
This man had better pray that he can cure Royi’s disease!
Royi was still unconscious when he was sent to the top of the mountain.
Ling some alert with her.
hahaha
Yun Kun Peng touched Hu Xiao and shivered to see Royi and Yi Ling’s coarse voice and said
"Don’t worry, I have never thought about patients."
Yi tight lips said 1
"Do you need to avoid it?"
"No, I have a question to ask you."
Yun Kun Peng gave a hand and didn’t shy away from Ling. Let people put Royi on the other side and lie flat.
Ling is quiet in the corner watching.
Yun Kun Peng lit a few candles on the table.
Took out a cloth bag from the bosom, picked out some silver needles and roasted them by candlelight.
Ling frowned and thought, is it really okay if you don’t disinfect the potion?
But on second thought, this backwater is estimated to have this.
Yun Kunpeng is now about seventy years old. He looks crazy and abnormal when he talks, but he looks different when he faces patients. Some of them used to be like a cloud master.
Ling also relieved a lot.
Yun Kun Peng first picked Royi’s eyelids and looked at them, then held a silver needle in his hand and tried to twist it at several acupoints in Royi.
Finally, I was puzzled and went to see Royi’s scalp
Ling was a little nervous. Just before she thought about it, Ting Yun Kunpeng asked him, "Do you have a hand?"
Ling took out a hand from the bosom and handed it to him.
I really don’t know what he wants, what he doesn’t want and how he sees a doctor.
Yun Kun Peng looked at it for a while and let go to the other side to rummage for something.
“···”
Leaping eyelid
"Go ahead, tell me about the symptoms you know."
Yun Kun Peng wore a little messy hair and didn’t ask him back.
If it weren’t for knowing his identity, I couldn’t give Royi to him. I sighed and said, "Since she can remember …"
Ling described all the symptoms he knew when Yun Kunpeng rummaged through the closet.
"Tut-tut!"
Yun Kun Peng sighed and nodded and dug out a cloth package and a box from a pile of sundries.
About the size of a palm.
"Like what?"
Ling frowned and asked him
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Yun Kun Peng hit the box with a few beautiful thin lines shining in candlelight.
Rather than a thread, it is a needle.
Very thin and very long, like a fishing line.
Yi pupil shrinks.
See yun Kun Peng took out one of them and plunged it along Royi’s wrist.
That thing seems to be soft and alive, and it goes straight into the flesh and blood.
Yun Kun Peng is quick of hand and deft of eye, holding the needle and pulling it out again.
A drop of red blood appeared in Royi’s hand bowl
"What are you doing?"
Ling is a little nervous.
Yun Kun Peng touched the bar on Royi’s head and pressed it again. Finally, he sighed and said, "I really can’t cure this disease, young man."
It’s a pity for this dough.
"What did you say!"
Yi’s face turned green, and he just picked up people by staring at Feng’s eyes.
He can’t imagine the world. If he can’t be cured, who can do anything about it?
"No, it’s impossible! I thought you were a so-called imperial doctor! You cloud home is not claim to be unable to! What is not cured! "
Ling roared a few words!