Mr Wood The Legend

Soon, someone said, "So, young man, you have a way to treat him. Then tell us how to treat Mr. Chad and let us old guys learn it."

Of course, Yank Wood felt the sarcasm in his words. He thought that this group of doctors was really ridiculous. It was a joke to expect them to give him ideas. They didn't even understand how to be human. Yank Wood grinned and said with a smile, "I plan to force out the old man's toxin with acupuncture. As for how, I tell you that, but you won't understand."

"Acupuncture? How dare you say that you can treat him with acupuncture? Do you know the acupuncture points? What's more, Mr. Chad is weak. If you make a mistake, his life will be in danger." Seeing Yank Wood's arrogant look, an old Chinese Medicine doctor immediately scolded him angrily.

"Don't be so excited, old man. It seems that your medical skills have not improved for a long time. Just because you are old, it doesn't mean that others can't do it." Yank Wood shook his head at the old man and said.

This old man might be right. If someone else came for acupuncture, they might really kill him. But for Yank Wood, he had already imprinted the acupuncture points of the human body in his mind and was very confident that nothing would go wrong.

Just as the old man was about to refute Yank Wood, Frank Chad suddenly raised his voice and said, "Well, can you solve the problem by arguing? Yank, are you sure that my grandfather was poisoned?" Yank Wood nodded and continued, "I won't force you. You can believe them and not let me treat him, but I can assure you that Mr. Chad has at most one month to live."

A month? Frank Chad's face suddenly became serious.

"Yank, how confident are you if you cure my grandfather? How long can he live if you cure him?"

"Seventy percent. If he is cured, Mr. Chad will have at least four or five years left. If he is well recuperated, the time will be longer."

Hearing this, Frank Chad looked at the other doctors and asked, "May I ask other doctors, do you have any way to cure my grandfather?" Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to make a sound.

"In that case, Yank, please do acupuncture now to save my grandfather!" Frank Chad begged.

He thought very clearly that it was better to let Yank Wood try. If something really happened, it would not be too late to find him.

Hearing this, many doctors were still a little surprised, and then they were a little unwilling. They felt that they had been defeated, but they couldn't change Frank Chad's decision.

However, they all knew that heart disease was usually very difficult to cure. It could only be used for health care and recuperation to reduce the number of times of the disease. Who knew that Yank Wood dared to say that it could be cured? They were waiting for him to make fool of himself!

The two of them walked into the room again, and the other doctors naturally couldn't follow them in. Frank Chad originally thought that he could watch the treatment process from the side, but Yank Wood said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chad, during the period when I treat the old man, I hope no one will disturb me, so please wait at the door!"

Frank Chad was stunned for a while but still walked out of the door. Since he asked Yank Wood to treat him, he had to follow his instructions.

The method of acupuncture was not to keep it a secret, but it consumed a lot of the practitioner's mind. The practitioner must be highly concentrated and not disturbed. He was afraid that Frank Chad would be distracted and make him a mistake if he cared about it.

Yank Wood took a deep breath, opened the silver needle bag, and made preparations.

After Frank Chad came out, the doctors came up to him again, trying to persuade him not to let such a young man treat Mr. Chad, but was interrupted by Frank Chad before he could say much.

"All right, stop talking! I invited you here to treat my grandpa. I don't want you to talk too fast here. Now Yank is treating him. Don't disturb him. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Frank Chad's imposing manner made these doctors consciously keep silent and spread out helplessly to wait.

In the room, Yank Wood smiled at Garret Chad, who was lying on the bed, and said, "Mr. Chad, we are really fated. If we hadn't met again, you would have died soon!"

Garret Chad, who had just woken up, didn't say anything. He just smiled kindly and gave Yank Wood a look that he could start.

"Okay, I'll start acupuncture. It may hurt a little, but please bear with it, Mr. Chad!" After Yank Wood finished speaking, his eyes suddenly changed. He took out five silver needles from the silver needle bag with a serious look and directly inserted them into the acupoints on Garret Chad's head.

It was done in one smooth motion, without any delay. Then, without stopping, he took out another five silver needles and inserted them into several acupuncture points near his heart.

After it was done, he took out another silver needle and pierced Mr. Chad's right index finger. Then he shouted angrily, stood up, and began to circulate his breath. He put his palms a few inches above Mr. Chad's chest, and then pushed them out in a tight and orderly manner.

After a while, black blood dripped out from the index finger of Mr. Chad's right hand. When it fell on the ground, thick smoke rose, and the smell was quite pungent.

About five minutes later, Yank Wood felt exhausted. He knew it was a little unrealistic to force out the poisonous blood in Mr. Chad's body at one time. After all, it had been so long, and some of it had gone deep into his bones.

If he continued, he would definitely collapse, so he ended the first stage of treatment.

Yank Wood pulled out the needle and then shouted to the door, "Frank Chad, you can come in."

Frank Chad, who was waiting anxiously outside the door, immediately pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as he came in, he smelled something stimulating. He covered his nose and quickly came to his grandfather's bedside. He was surprised to find that the marble on the floor had a hole.

However, he quickly asked Garret Chad, "Grandpa, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

As he asked, Frank Chad wiped the sweat from Garret Chad's forehead with a towel.

Garret Chad had just fainted from the pain, but he woke up again after Frank Chad shouted. He said softly, "Frank, I feel that my body is strong again. It's not as soft as before, and I'm in good spirits."

At this time, Yank Wood reported, "This time, I have forced out most of Mr. Chad's poisonous blood, and some of them can't be forced out this time. I have to use traditional Chinese medicine to regulate them and expel them from my body. Later, I will write you a prescription and you should take it for half a month. I guarantee that Mr. Chad will be healthy again."

As he spoke, Yank Wood's eyes went black and he fell to the ground unconscious...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐