Yang Kangcheng’s study is very tidy, and there is a bed: “Is it OK here? What else do you need?”
Allen Peterson said, “No, I have acupuncture and moxibustion. You just need to provide a place.”
Yang Kangcheng nodded, took off his coat and lay down on the bed.
Allen Peterson was not in a hurry to place the needle, but took out the moxa velvet he bought when he passed the drugstore downstairs in his pocket.
Acupuncture and moxibustion, in which the needle refers to silver needle, but the word moxibustion refers to moxa wool.
It’s just that most of the time, the silver needle plays a bigger role, which will make people subconsciously ignore the existence of wormwood. But today, when treating Yang Kangcheng, it can’t do without this thing.
Allen Peterson took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the moxa velvet. A smell of moxa leaves immediately spread throughout the room.
“Master, is this the moxibustion you told me?” asked Zhuang Chengren curiously.
Allen Peterson nodded: “Today, you come to help me.”
“Me? I can’t, master. I can’t do anything.”
Hearing Allen Peterson’s words, Zhuang Chengren immediately persuaded him that he had learned medical skills from Allen Peterson for two days, but he hadn’t learned anything yet! How can we come out to cure the disease and save people?
Allen Peterson smiled. Yang Kangcheng’s illness was not complicated. If he carried out it alone, it would not take much effort.
But after all, Zhuang Chengren called him Shifu. He must have something to teach. Now, Yang Kangcheng’s illness is the best teaching template.
The illness was serious, but it was very simple for him. It gave him enough energy to point out every mistake made by Zhuang Chengren.
Yang Kangcheng, who was lying in bed, immediately felt like jumping up and running away when he heard Allen Peterson’s words.
Allen Peterson’s medical skills are known to him. He can treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but Zhuang Chengren. From small to large, he can be said to be ignorant.
Let him heal himself. Isn’t that he hates himself a long life?
But at this time, Allen Peterson had given Airong to Zhuang Chengren.
“First stimulate Baihui acupoint with wormwood, and shudder at acupoint…”
Under the guidance of Allen Peterson, Zhuang Chengren methodically stimulated Yang Kangcheng’s acupoints with wormwood.
At this time, Yang Kangcheng also found that he was wrong. His condition was really serious. There was a tumor in his body. Because of his physical reasons, he could not operate.
At this time, there seems to be no other way but to wait for death. But after Zhuang Chengren’s constant use of wormwood to stimulate the acupoints, he held up his body, which used to be like dragging a heavy object, and seemed to relax.
It seems that the heavy objects in the body are constantly being taken away. I believe most of what Allen Peterson said before.
Seeing Zhuang Chengren stimulate all the acupoints he said, Allen Peterson took out the silver needle in his pocket.
“Well, the part that needs mohair is over, Chengren, you can watch it.”
As the saying goes, master leads in and cultivates himself. Although Zhuang Chengren is his apprentice, at this time, it can only depend on his own understanding.
How much he can learn depends on the individual. Allen Peterson can promise to give it to Zhuang Chengren without reservation.
At this time, Zhuang Chengren stood aside and stared at every detail of Allen Peterson carefully, for fear that there was a little detail he hadn’t noticed.
He had admired Allen Peterson’s medical skills very much and wanted to learn from him for a long time, but he had been laying a foundation because of his poor foundation.
This is the first time Allen Peterson taught him acupuncture.
A silver needle, as thin as hair, pierced Yang Kangcheng’s major acupoints.
At this time, Yang Kangcheng, lying on the bed, felt pain. This was not caused by the insertion of the silver needle into the body, but by the location of the tumor in his body, which constantly sent a stream of pain.
He could hardly bear it and struggled to get up, but was stopped by Allen Peterson.
“Don’t move. If the position of the silver needle is broken, these things will never be changed.”
Everything in Yang Kangcheng’s body is under his control. Yang Kangcheng’s body is in poor condition. It is the kind of situation that he can’t get down when he is on the operating table.
What he needs to do now is to use a silver needle to cut off the flow of Yang Kangcheng’s major meridians, so that the nutrients in his body can not be supplied to the tumor, and the tumor will naturally die out over time.
In this case, the tumor will appear this kind of situation, which is also expected by him. In this case, Yang Kangcheng can only rely on his perseverance to survive.
Soon, the pain in Yang Kangcheng’s body reached the unbearable level: “Dr., isn’t it okay? Are you sure this is treating, not killing me?”
Allen Peterson has no time to pay attention to Yang Kangcheng’s words now. At this time, what he has to do is to make these meridians still not flow after he takes out the silver needle. Then today’s treatment will be successful.
After taking the mohair in Zhuang Chengren’s hand, it was smoked and baked around the silver needle. Soon, as the skin around the silver needle began to turn red, Allen Peterson took off the first silver needle.
Then, he took down all the silver needles and said, “Well, Mr. Yang, how do you feel now?”
Yang Kangcheng’s face looks like a boiled prawn. He can say a word. Obviously, it hurts.
When Allen Peterson saw this, he took the silver needle and stabbed Yang Kangcheng at a certain acupoint. In an instant, Yang Kangcheng was relieved.
He said weakly, “Get out of here, get out of here, I don’t need your treatment.”
The pain from the body is different from the pain on the body surface. In the body, even the tiny pain will be unbearable, let alone the torture he just suffered.
In his view, Allen Peterson is a quack doctor who deliberately uses him for entertainment.
Allen Peterson took the silver needle back into his bag and said with a smile, “Mr. Yang, that’s no good. I have cured your illness.”
Yang Kangcheng said, “How could it be? You just…”
When they said this, they were stunned and suddenly found that although his body was still weak as usual, there seemed to be a stream of strength that was constantly returning to his body.
This has never happened before.
“You mean? The tumor has disappeared. It’s impossible. You haven’t had surgery at all. How can you take out the tumor in my body?”
Allen Peterson shook his head and said, “No, but the tumor in your body will disappear at the latest one month. If you don’t believe it, you will go to the hospital tomorrow and find that the tumor has shrunk.”
Looking at Allen Peterson, who had promised, Yang Kangcheng reluctantly believed Allen Peterson’s words.
“In that case, Doctor Peterson can cure me in a month, so please come back in a month!”
In his heart, there is still a lot of doubt about Allen Peterson’s words. At this time, he must see the results before he can confirm