The Marquis Zheng hurriedly introduced to the third lady Zheng: "this is Miss Qi. She has excellent medical skills. She has opened a hospital in Jincheng. No one in Jincheng knows about it. Zhongwen is familiar with her. Knowing that she has cured a stroke patient, he told her about her cousin. She took advantage of her visit to Beijing to see if there is any way to cure her cousin's disease. She also avoided it What kind of pain. "

Mrs. Zheng San didn't hold hope at first, but as soon as she heard that she had cured the stroke patient in Jincheng, the fire of hope in her heart burned immediately, and the excited light flashed on her haggard face. She took Qi Rongyue's hand and said excitedly, "really? Can you really cure stroke? "

Qi did not immediately withdraw his hand, only smile: "can cure me can not guarantee, I have to see the patient's situation before the conclusion."

Mrs. Zheng nodded: "yes, of course, we should first look at the patient's situation, or how to treat it, come here -" she excitedly took Qi Rongyue's hand to her husband's bed.

Lying on the bed, the husband's mouth angle is askew, the mouth saliva flows out from the askew mouth angle continuously, and one hand is bending in an abnormal position, which is a very typical stroke hemiplegia symptom.

Zheng Santang was obviously conscious. When he saw Marquis Zheng, his eyes were obviously very excited. He was saying something with his mouth blaring, but everyone couldn't hear him clearly.

Qi Rongyue sat down beside the bed and directly opened the thin quilt that Zheng Santang was covered with. Zheng Santang was wearing a thin silk shirt, which was obviously a new one. After ironing, it still had a faint fragrance.

She reached out and bent her fingers to press Zheng Santang's six points on the front chest at the sharp point of the knuckles. When the first three points were pressed down, she saw that his brow was slightly wrinkled, and his mouth gave out a low frown, which was obviously painful, but not very painful.

When she pressed the back three points, the pain on Zheng Santang's face was obviously intensified, and his mouth turned into a whine.

She retracted her hand and turned to Xueer. "Take the needle!" she said

Xueer has already prepared the needle in her hand. Hearing this, she quickly delivers it.

Qi Rongyue took the needle and stabbed six silver needles into the six acupoints she pressed. The depths were different. Zheng Santang felt the pain and wanted to reach out to brush the needle.

Qi Rongyue hurriedly pressed his hand and said to Zheng Sanfu, "come and help, hold him down!"

Mrs. Zheng San rushes forward and holds Zheng Santang's other hand and leg. Seeing her husband's pain, she cannot bear it. She says, "Miss Qi, what kind of needle are you giving? Why does he suffer like this? "

Qi Rongyue said: "it's good to have pain. It proves that his body can still recover. Although he can't recover as before, he can at least live like a normal person and take care of himself."

Mrs. Zheng was slightly shocked, and then she was very happy. She did not expect her husband to return to the way he used to be. She only hoped that he would not suffer such crimes and sufferings all day long. If she could live like a normal person, she would be willing to burn incense and bow to Buddha 100 times a day.

Zheng Santang's pain didn't last all the time. After the time of a pillar of incense passed, the color of pain on his face was obviously weakened, and he didn't struggle as hard as he did at the beginning. Gradually, he didn't struggle any more, his body became soft, and finally fell asleep.

At this time, Qi Rongyue began to pull out the needle. After pulling out the needle, she pricked Zheng Santang's four limbs and orifices once again to unblock the blood circulation.