Reward a recommendation ticket, it's so pitiful...

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Luo Zhiyuan cannot deny it. Mr. Luo is indeed not sick and has a strong body. He cannot make a fool of himself in order to attract his attention.

Mr. Xie smiled and said, "Old Mr. Luo, don't be stubborn. Even if you are old, you can treat it. I can guarantee that Xiao Luo's acupuncture technique is very magical. If you don't try it, you will definitely regret it."

Luo Chaoyang also smiled and agreed: "Yes, Uncle San, this child's acupuncture is great. He can cure diseases if he is sick, and he can strengthen his body without illness. You can try it."

After everyone said this, Mr. Luo was a little moved. Although he was not seriously ill, he was old and his physical functions were deteriorating. It would be impossible to say that he did not feel any discomfort in his body.

"Young man, give me a try?" Old Luo looked at Luo Zhiyuan with his eyes calmed down.

Luo Zhiyuan smiled gently, "Unlocking the meridians also has certain fitness effects, but it requires long-term persistence. Since you are interested, I will apply acupuncture for you."

Luo Zhiyuan said, and took out his set of golden needles from his bag. His set of golden needles were passed down from his grandfather Mu Jingshan, which was a ancestral object, and was very old. It was made of pure gold, making the cold light intimidating and eye-catching.

Old Luo raised the corner of his mouth. He slowly took off his shirt as Luo Zhiyuan said, sat upright on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, and let Luo Zhiyuan apply needles.

For Mr. Luo, Luo Zhiyuan was of course more cautious. He took the acupoints along the midline of Mr. Luo's spine, and took a deep breath, calming down to pierce the acupoints. His needle application was still quick and light. Before Mr. Luo could react, he had already put the acupuncture point into the middle.

Old Luo opened his eyes, looked down at the golden needles on his body, and twitched lightly, "This is over? I have no feeling at all."

Mr. Xie waved his hand: "Old man Luo, be careful, be anxious, be anxious!"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing. The acupuncture point he used for Mr. Luo to acupuncture was the No. 12 point of the Du meridian of the body pillar. Its therapeutic effect is to unblock the meridians and enhance the vitality of the human body. It is one of the top ten acupuncture techniques taught by my grandfather Mu Jingshan. In his early years, when my grandfather was alive, he often gave acupuncture to his grandfather, thinking that it was a fitness effect.

"It really doesn't feel anything." Old Luo frowned again, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to be shirtless in front of the younger generation. He was not so elegant, and he signaled Luo Chaoyang to put on his outer shirt.

Luo Zhiyuan leaned over, gently twisted one of the golden needles, and stabbed it in half.

Mr. Luo immediately trembled his shoulders, and his expression changed a little, and he almost moaned in pain. But he was hard and swallowed it back, and continued to talk and laugh with Mr. Xie as if nothing had happened.

While talking to Mr. Luo, Mr. Xie was thinking about how to "recommended" Luo Zhiyuan. His decades of friendship with Mr. Luo knew his personality very well. If he had said at the beginning that Luo Zhiyuan was Luo Polu's son, Mr. Luo would definitely leave.

A quarter of an hour later, Luo Zhiyuan quietly sucked the needle for Mr. Luo. As soon as the golden needle was released, an extremely comfortable feeling swelled from the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body. It seemed as if the breeze was blowing on his face and was like a mountain spring bathing. Mr. Luo couldn't help but breathe a long breath, got up and moved for a while, and his face rarely showed a soft smile.

The facts are right in front of him, and he can't help but believe them.

"Young man, it's really good, very good." Old Luo turned his head and looked at Luo Zhiyuan, and actually reached out and patted his shoulder, expressing his intimacy, "What kind of work do you do? Such a good medical skill, it's a waste not to be a doctor."

"Haha, I work in a newspaper. I was forced by my grandfather to learn some of the basics and dared not go out to show off my skills." Luo Zhiyuan smiled and tried it intentionally or unintentionally.

"Reporter, a good profession. However, if you have this kind of medical skills, it would be a pity if you don't do it. Young man, I suggest you change your career to become a medical practitioner. If you are interested in coming to Beijing to develop, I can recommend it..." Before Mr. Luo finished speaking, Mr. Xie interrupted, "The young man didn't intend to do it, so I've asked him."

Mr. Luo said oh, and stopped talking. He was not a gentle person with a lot of talk. Because he thought Luo Zhiyuan's acupuncture technique was magical, he became a little bit loving. But since the other party had no intention of taking medicine, he, as an outsider, didn't have to worry about this more.

After seeing this for so long, the deadlock has not been broken, and Luo Chaoyang was a little anxious.

He hesitated for a moment, but he deliberately asked him to talk to him: "Xiao Luo, where are you from in the Northern Province?"

Xie Xiulan immediately lowered her head and secretly complained that her husband was too anxious.

Xie Wanting casts a bright and clear gaze like clear water on Luo Zhiyuan and see how he deals with it. Xie Lao sighed inwardly, turned his head to look at Luo Lao, and was guarding against the violent reaction after Luo Lao was furious.

Luo Zhiyuan knew what Luo Chaoyang meant, and his heart was turbulent, but his face was calm. The light from the corner of his eyes passed through the arc of Mr. Luo's hard face, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself what if he could tell the truth? If the old man in front of him was really heartless and righteous, then it would be useless for him to continue to stay and waste his efforts.

As soon as he thought of this, Luo Zhiyuan said calmly: "I am from Anbei."

The surname is Luo and he is from Anbei. The two information are connected together to arouse Mr. Luo’s sensitivity.

Old Luo's face suddenly changed. His upper body suddenly straightened, and his eyes were cold and stern: "What's your father's name?"

Luo Lao Leng Li's words were almost questioning without any emotion. Luo Zhiyuan sighed lightly and said slowly: "My father's name is Luo Polu."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Luo slapped his hand on the armrest of the sofa with a thump, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Luo Chaoyang and Xie Wanting's hearts were stuttering, knowing that Mr. Luo was angry and a storm was coming.

At this point, Luo Zhiyuan also took his leave at this moment. He stood calmly on the spot, staring at Old Luo's undulating chest and his stern face, knowing that the old man didn't know how much angry energy was accumulating in his heart.

Fei Hong's humiliation before, and Mr. Luo's attitude gradually made him feel a little resentful: Even if the aristocratic family is high, is there no affection? Even if my father did something wrong for love, more than 20 years have passed, can't he get a little forgiveness?

If Mr. Luo and the Luo family refused to regard their father as a family, why should they please him? The world is vast and boundless. In the past, there was no Luo family, and they still lived a frank life. Even if they had hardships and difficulties, they could not stop Luo Zhiyuan from striving for self-improvement and striving for progress!

Don’t blame the heavens or the others.

A wall stands thousands of feet high, and a strong person will be without desire.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhiyuan's mentality changed essentially.
Chapter completed!