The "white coat" watching suddenly sneered: "Young people, don't make random diagnosis. The patient's condition is very critical and complicated. It must be conducted through a comprehensive examination in the hospital before the results can be obtained. If you pinch it for a few seconds, you will make a conclusion randomly. Isn't it good? Besides, you don't think that the patient's illness is because of this small boil on his mouth, right?"

Luo Zhiyuan looked up at the "white coat" and said lightly: "It's just boils that are at work. Don't underestimate such a boil. The poisonous fire attacks the heart, and the treatment is not timely, and there will be life-threatening."

"Speak out in a dangerous way!" The white coat curled his lips and turned to the old man and said, "Old comrade, I advise you to be cautious. At present, patients need to rest quietly, rather than fiddling around."

The old man's eyes turned and he threw himself on Luo Zhiyuan. Seeing his eyes clear, he calmly and nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, this little doctor!"

Since he said that, he chose to trust Luo Zhiyuan.

"Okay." As Luo Zhiyuan spoke, he had already taken out his acupuncture bag and started disinfecting the golden needle with alcohol cotton.

The old man held the girl and sat on the bunk, staring at Luo Zhiyuan's movements. Seeing his golden needles shining, and the leather stool was even more exquisite and simple, he couldn't help but say in surprise: "Young man is so young, I didn't expect that he was from traditional Chinese medicine. He also knows acupuncture, which is not simple."

"The family-born medical skills are not worth mentioning. I can cure the patient's disease, but I am not a practicing doctor, old man, this needs to be explained in advance." Luo Zhiyuan pinched a golden needle and said lightly, "If I agree, I will try my best."

The old man and several train conductors were stunned and had a long fuss. He was not a practicing doctor? But if it weren't a doctor, why would he carry an acupuncture bag with him?

"White Coat" couldn't help but sarcastic: "Young man, aren't you a doctor to be an expert? Life is at stake, this is not a joke, get out of here!"

Luo Zhiyuan shrugged, and his voice was Gu Jing Wubo: "I am not an expert, let's do this, you can treat it?"

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The "white coat" was choked, his face turned red, and he sneered and took two steps back.

The old man paused and suddenly smiled and said, "Young man, I believe in you. My granddaughter's condition is critical, so I'm sorry."

The old man stared at Luo Zhiyuan without blinking, and his heart felt an indescribable sense of intimacy. This unexpected encounter with a young man with a mysterious color gave him an inexplicable favor. Of course, he has seen countless people and experienced countless storms and waves, so he still believes in his own vision.

Luo Zhiyuan chuckled softly when he heard this, nodded to a suspicious female conductor and said, "Sister, please take off the patient's socks and put something on your feet."

The conductor said oh, squatted down and took off the girl's white socks, revealing two white, slender and smooth jade feet, which were very delicate and unbearable to be desecrated.

Luo Zhiyuan stared at the two feet in front of him, and a sense of stunning suddenly appeared in his heart, wanting to knead and play with it. He was immediately ashamed and said intimidation.

Although the girl's locking boil was not born in the Qi point of the stomach meridian, it was at the fourth point very close to the Qi point. According to the teachings of his grandfather Mu Jingshan and his clinical diagnosis for his classmates, Luo Zhiyuan decided to take acupuncture at the Zhi point of the stomach meridian to clear the meridians and detoxify.

Luo Zhiyuan leaned down and grabbed the girl's ankle with his left hand. The entry point was warm and elastic. He forced himself to relieve the strange feeling in his heart, and put the needle in a lightning-fire at the outer side of the second toe of the girl's left foot 0.1 inch from the corner of the toenail. Then the other foot was placed in the same symmetrical position.

Everyone did not see Luo Zhiyuan's movement of getting the needle clearly, but it seemed that in the blink of an eye, two brilliant golden needles had been inserted into the girl's smooth feet.

The girl's eyes were still closed and her breathing was low.

Luo Zhiyuan let out a long breath, got up and grabbed the girl's snow-white and slender wrist lines between the two large tendons on the 2-inch horizontal lines, took the Guan Nei acupoint, pressed it a little tightly, and the girl immediately let out a soft moan.

Luo Zhiyuan turned around and took out a golden needle again, slowly inserted the needle into the Guannei acupoint, and gently twisted it.

The meridians are cleared, and the poisonous gas leaks out, and the results are immediately achieved. This is a secret method taught by Mu Jingshan. It looks simple, but in fact, the medical theory is profound and profound. It is a unique rule summarized by the Mu doctor's lineage through countless clinical practices over the past thousands of years.

The girl immediately opened her eyes while moaning, and looked tired and painfully at Luo Zhiyuan who was carefully applying needles to her. The corners of her mouth twitched a few times, looking shocked.

Seeing the girl wake up, the old man was overjoyed and said softly: "Wanting, good granddaughter, don't panic, let this little miracle doctor help you with acupuncture, and it will be fine in a while."

The girl named Wanting blinked and her expression gradually relaxed. She leaned her back against the wall of the car. Her eyes were staring at the gentle Luo Zhiyuan with water. Seeing that the other party was still pinching her wrist, which was as creamy as her skin, twisting the golden needle, a numb feeling filled her whole body. She couldn't help but blush her pretty face and pursed her lips.

Ten minutes later, Luo Zhiyuan decisively took the needle.

As the golden needles came out, Wanting suddenly felt refreshed, nausea, vomiting and dizziness were swept away, and the boil at the corner of her mouth also had a significant "swelling", leaving only a red dot of "foreskin".

Wanting tentatively moved her cool feet, slowly put them on the bunk, subconsciously covered them with a blanket, and then blushed slightly and exhaled like a lantern: "Thank you, thank you."

At this time, the conductors gathered inside and outside the box applauded and began to applaud and cheer warmly.

The "white coat" opened his mouth and lowered his head ashamedly. He quickly ran away while no one was paying attention. A female conductor who usually didn't deal with him was grinning and laughed: "Doctor Li, didn't you say that people are pretending to be magical? Tsk tsk, they are rejuvenating, but you are staring at me!"

The "white coat" stomped his feet in shame and anger and left in a mess.

Many conductors and crew members gathered around Luo Zhiyuan and asked Luo Zhiyuan to treat some minor problems on their bodies, such as chronic pharyngitis, chronic gastritis, and a bold female conductor came over to say that she had irregular menstruation and asked Luo Zhiyuan to treat them.

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After finally dealing with the entanglement of a group of train staff, Luo Zhiyuan wanted to go back to his hard seat carriage. The old man refused and repeatedly tried to keep him, and tried his best to invite him to ride with him. Luo Zhiyuan thought about it and agreed, knowing that the old man was worried that his granddaughter would have a mistake again. Of course, it also had a bit of gratitude.

The train is still speeding.

The girl Wanting lay on the bunk with a blanket in her arms, quietly listening to the conversation between her grandfather and Luo Zhiyuan. Sometimes there were her younger brother, the treacherous little boy Yujie, and her gentle and bright eyes fell on Luo Zhiyuan from time to time.

It can be seen that this is a very well-educated and gentle girl. Moreover, the three grandparents and grandchildren can sit in a private room, and their family background is obviously very good.

The old man was very talkative and asked Luo Zhiyuan about his origin intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, he was very interested in his ancestral medical skills but was not a doctor.

The old man has a very special temperament, his words and demeanor are grand, and his tone is gentle and smiling, but he reveals an undeniable smell and has a majesty.

During the conversation, Luo Zhiyuan learned that the old man's surname was Xie, who was from Beijing. This time he took his granddaughter Xie Wanting and his grandson Xie Yujie to Linhai for a trip, and visited an old friend at the same time. On the train back to Beijing, his granddaughter Xie Wanting suddenly had a strange disease. If he hadn't met Luo Zhiyuan, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Luo Zhiyuan casually answered Mr. Xie's question. Anyway, he met a stranger he met by chance. He went his separate ways when he arrived in the capital. He couldn't make a lie.

He didn't notice that when Mr. Xie heard that his surname was Luo and he was from Anbei City, there was a little more light in his eyes.

"Xiao Luo, may I ask your father's name is... this year's Guigen?" Old Xie stared at Luo Zhiyuan's face with a terrifying look.

Although I thought it was strange that Mr. Xie asked his father about his name, Luo Zhiyuan still said truthfully: "My father's name is Luo Polu, he is 47 years old this year."

"Polu, Polu! Exit the barbarians and defend my country!... What a good name!" Mr. Xie sighed inexplicably, then changed his subject and asked again: "Xiao Luo, is your father not a local from Anbei City?"

"My father came from the capital to the countryside. When he got married to my mother, he stayed in Anbei to work." After repeated questions from Mr. Xie and endlessly asked, Luo Zhiyuan gradually felt a little impatient and his facial expression became a little absent-minded.
Chapter completed!