Su Zhiyu gently massaged Mrs. Hong's cervical spine while taking out a pill from her pocket.

"Old lady, you put the pill in your mouth and I will help you press it first."

Mrs. Hong opened her mouth slightly, put the pill under her tongue, and a sweet smell rushed straight into her throat.

The pill rushed towards Mrs. Hong's limbs and bones with a sense of internal strength.

Mrs. Hong was excited and she twisted her neck slightly, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"I always feel like I have a thousand pounds on my neck recently, and I feel much lighter now!"

After getting a little more refreshed, Mrs. Hong put on Aunt Sun's arm.

"Help me get up and copy Buddhist scriptures. I haven't copied them for several days. The Bodhisattva will blame you."

"Copy Buddhist scriptures?"

Su Zhiyu was stunned and quickly held down the hand that Mrs. Hong was placing on Aunt Sun.

"Old lady, no!"

"This copying of Buddhist scriptures requires a long time to lower your head, which increases the burden on the cervical spine. Mrs. Yu's condition is of no benefit!"

Buddhist scriptures are not like ordinary books. They can copy them for several volumes, and they are all small in a few hours.

If this continues, the old lady's cervical spine problem will not be alleviated.

Just as the old lady insisted on copying, her grandson Hong Enzi, who was standing beside her, raised her face with a slight slap.

"Grandma, you have been copying Buddhist scriptures these days, and your health is getting worse and worse. You must be tired!"

Mrs. Hong looked helpless, and she reached out to rub Hong Enci's head with a kind look on her face.

"Grandma also knows that it is a great disrespect to the Buddha if she doesn't copy the Buddhist scriptures. This is grandma's sincerity!"

Mrs. Hong said she would get up no matter what, but was held down by Su Zhiyu beside her.

"The Buddha is the most tolerant and kind. He knows that your heart is enough for you, Madam. You should also cure your illness first so that you can worship better, right?"

"If the Buddha knew that you had ruined your body for the sake of worship, then he would feel heartbroken!"

After Su Zhiyu said this, Mrs. Hong felt that it made some sense, so she did not force it.

"Okay, listen to my girl."

Mrs. Hong lay on the bed again, and Aunt Sun immediately helped tuck the corners of the quilt.

"Miss Su, is this okay for our old lady?"

Just now she saw Miss Su rubbing her shoulders and just having two needles for the old lady.

"It also requires acupuncture, prescribe some prescriptions, and then combined with massage techniques to see the results."

When Aunt Sun heard this, she immediately asked someone to get the best set of silver needles in the mansion.

"Miss Su, please help your wife with treatment."

Su Zhiyu looked at the entire set of silver needles in front of him, and was immediately surprised.

If she read it correctly, this should be a set of silver needles with built-in hanging in the air.

Su Zhiyu took out one and shook it a few times, and couldn't help but be amazed.

The needle body is extremely thin and is built-in to air, which can guide blood and foul air, making it extremely difficult to create.

"Okay, I'll give the old lady a needle."

Su Zhiyu held the needle and landed on Mrs. Hong's Jianjing point, and then a needle was also placed on the Tianzong point.

When fine sweat began to seep out from Mrs. Hong's forehead, Su Zhiyu gave a needle on Mrs. Hong's Jianzhen point and Houxi point respectively.

After one operation, Mrs. Hong Changzhi relieved her breath of turbid air and her complexion became much rosy.

"Girl, you still have a way. I feel much more comfortable."

Recently, she is always groggy and the doctor has seen countless times, but she is always not good.

Unexpectedly, when this girl came, she applied two random injections and felt like she was reborn.
Chapter completed!