"Open the Heavenly Gate."
Song Qingshan had just finished speaking.
He held his breath and focused. He picked up a silver needle and quickly pierced it into the middle of Father Yang's forehead.
Tianmen Cave.
Also known as Zanzhu, Heavenly Court.
It was located in the middle of a straight line between the eyebrows and the hairline.
He opened the Tianmen acupoint.
It can stimulate the nerves in the head, and has the effects of activating qi and blood, regulating yin and yang, enlightening the mind, and calming the nerves.
This needle technique was also crucial.
Pay attention to speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
He wanted the patient to open the heavenly gate in an instant, wake up his entire body, and circulate his qi and blood.
Song Qingshan used the Four Needles of the Turtle Spirit Eight Arts.
Sun Noon Technique.
Chasing the sun.
What was important was speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
The needle fell.
It was obvious that Father Yang's body trembled slightly.
Zhang Yilin focused.
He stared at Song Qingshan with his eyes wide open, unwilling to miss even 0.01 seconds.
"It's effective."
Manager Yang saw his father's body move slightly, and his face instantly became ecstatic.
His father had suffered a stroke for half a year.
The body on the left seemed to be dead, and there was no movement at all.
Now, the old man had only inserted a needle.
There was a shaking phenomenon.
That meant that the old man's acupuncture treatment had taken effect.
This made Manager Yang both ecstatic and expectant.
"Settle the Universe."
After Song Qingshan inserted the needle, he didn't stop. He picked up another needle and inserted it into Father Yang's left foot's Yongquan acupoint.
The Yongquan acupoint was the first major acupoint in the human body.
Adjustable Xiantian.
Using this acupoint well can cure diseases and preserve one's health.
As the saying goes.
All diseases arise from cold, and cold arises from the feet.
The soles of his feet were also the air intake.
Now, Father Yang's air intake had been completely closed.
That was why the blood stasis in his body could not be removed.
Song Qingshan opened the Tianmen acupoint first.
It would open up the meridians in the patient's entire body, causing his qi and blood to surge. Then, he would set the world in stone with a single needle.
He opened the air vent.
It allowed the accumulated blood clots in the patient's body to be discharged.
However, because Father Yang's heart was like ashes and he had been bedridden for half a year, these two needles were far from enough.
Song Qingshan once again picked up a silver needle, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water as he pierced Father Yang's thigh, lower abdomen, arm, and left cheek.
In just ten seconds.
He had already inserted dozens of needles.
And the needle seems to have a spirit.
Zhang Yilin, who was watching from the side, had already chosen to give up.
It was because of his master Song Qingshan's action of dropping a needle.
It was already too much for his eyes to take in.
His face was filled with shock.
His brain was about to crash.
Factory Manager Yang and his wife were also shocked. The couple's mouths were wide open and they were dumbfounded.
The couple thought that they had seen big scenes before.
However, everything that happened before his eyes…
However, it had far exceeded their understanding.
A hundred-year-old man.
Not only was the speed of the acupuncture technique fast, but every time the needle landed, it pierced into the flesh accurately.
This was simply miraculous.
Another five to six minutes passed.
The left side of Father Yang's body had already been pricked like a porcupine. Under the effect of acupuncture, he had also fallen asleep.
"Success."
Song Qingshan exhaled and finally stopped what he was doing.
His eyes were shining.
He didn't show any signs of fatigue.
At this moment, he looked at his masterpiece.
He was very satisfied.
At the same time, he was very emotional.
The Eight Techniques of the Turtle Spirit was indeed a lost technique of acupuncture in Chinese medicine. It was divided into four methods of Yin and Yang.
Song Qingshan had only used the Four Needles of Yang.
It had already achieved such an effect.
"Old sir, you're really a living divine doctor!”Manager Yang woke up from his shock.
He sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"Chinese medicine is profound and profound. This is a treasure left behind by our ancestors.”
Song Qingshan waved his hand.
Then, he looked at his disciple Zhang Yilin and asked,"How many stitches have you seen?"
Zhang Yilin's expression froze.
"Master, your acupuncture technique is simply a stroke of genius. I'm so stupid that I didn't even learn a single needle."”
Actually, Zhang Yilin was very talented in medicine.
However, Song Qingshan's movements were too fast, and this acupuncture technique was a lost supreme skill.
If he could understand it after watching it once.
That would be really strange.
When Song Qingshan heard this, he did not blame Zhang Yilin. He prepared to use it a few more times in his free time.
"Sir, is my father asleep now?”
Manager Yang looked at his father's peaceful state and asked.
"You can't just call it sleeping. Your father is pretending to be asleep now.”
Song Qingshan replied.
"Fake nap?"
"What do you mean?"
Manager Yang was confused. He seemed to have seen this term in a book before.
She only had a slight impression of him.
Master, I don't understand either." Looking at his master's gaze, he probably wanted him to explain.
However, Zhang Yilin did not know either.
Song Qingshan had no choice but to explain himself." The term 'dozing off' originated from ancient times. It basically refers to taking a nap without taking off your clothes.”
"Only when people are most comfortable and relaxed will they forget to take off their clothes and fall into a deep sleep.”
"Old sir, my father isn't wearing much clothes either.”
Before inserting the needles.
Manager Yang had already taken off most of his father's clothes and laid him flat on the bed.
"Your father's body is covered with dense silver needles.”
Song Qing explained again.
"It really is."
Manager Yang heard Song Qingshan's explanation and looked at the airtight silver needles on his father's body.
He revealed an expression of realization.
"Then how long will my father be in this state? When can he remove the needles?”
"It's hard to say at the moment. It depends on the condition of your father's blood stasis.”
"Let's go out first. Don't wake your father up.”
"If your father wakes up now, the effect of this acupuncture treatment will be greatly reduced.”
Song Qingshan said seriously.
"Sir, please come to the living room." Factory Manager Yang made an inviting gesture.
Song Qingshan didn't stand on ceremony.
He slowly walked out of the room.
Soon after.
They went to the living room.
He sat on the leather sofa.
He had just sat down.
Manager Yang looked at Song Qingshan gratefully.
"Sir, you cured my father's illness. I really don't know how to repay you.”
"If you're short of money, my family still has some savings.”
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