Douluo: You call this a toy

"Whose little daughter-in-law?"

Xianghong, who had been paying attention to Yang Fan, took the opportunity to come over.

Sister-in-law Guihua glanced at Xianghong and sighed, "I wonder when her memory will be restored."

"Such a beautiful little fairy, where did you come from?"

Xianghong tilted her head and looked at Liu Xueru curiously.

"Sister-in-law Xianghong, go ahead and do your work. I'll tell you later."

The moment Yang Fan's eyes met Xianghong's eyes, he found a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"I don't, I want to know now."

Xianghong actually started acting coquettishly.

Yang Fan stepped forward and pulled her towards a crowded place.

"Let go, don't pull me."

Xianghong struggled and refused to leave.

"I know you haven't lost your memory. If you deliberately cause trouble for me, tell the story about you."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Xianghong suddenly became quiet, and her dull eyes suddenly became lively. She said, "You little devil," and twisted her waist to join the labor force.

Liu Xueru was not so pretentious and helped pick the aconite greens.

Well, Sun Zhihan and her parents are also here. As the old saying goes, everyone gathers firewood and the flames are high. Before one o'clock in the afternoon, all the four or five acres of Aconitum have been harvested and concentrated in the ground to dry.

Yang Fan originally wanted to go to the hotel to order some food and drinks to treat everyone, but after finishing the work, they all left with various reasons. He remembered all those people one by one, and the first choice for help was them.

After lunch, Liu Xueru went back to the house to rest, and Yang Fan went out with alcohol cotton balls and silver needles.

The first stop was Sun Zhihan's house.

Sun Zhihan was sitting at the door, holding a book in his hand, and his father was squatting beside him, smoking a cigarette. The smoke was filling his face, and his face was yellowed.

"Brother Xiaofan."

Seeing Yang Fan, Sun Zhihan stood up hurriedly.

"How about reading?"

Yang Fan glanced at it and saw that it was high school Chinese. It seemed that he had not completely given up on his studies.

"Chinese, nothing to do."

She responded shyly.

"Go on, I have something to do with your father."

"Xiaofan, come and sit."

Nowadays, Yang Fan is very popular in front of Sun Zhihan's parents, and her father hurriedly gives up.

Yang Fan didn't answer and looked at the fishing net on the ground, "Uncle, are you ready to catch fish?"

"Yeah, I can't do physical work. In my free time, I go to the river to catch some fish and sell them at the market for oil and salt money."

Sun Zhihan's father is only in his 40s, but he looks like he is in his 50s. His skin is dark and his hair is white.

If he could make money, he might not let his daughter drop out of school. There was nothing he could do if life forced him to do so.

"I'm here mainly to show you. As for whether it can be cured, I can't guarantee it. However, as long as it can be cured, there is hope. If you want to try it, I will give you a few injections."

"Okay, okay, your medical skills are so good. I've wanted to ask you to treat me for a long time, but I don't have the money, so I'm sorry to trouble you."

Sun Zhihan's father threw away the cigarette butt, his hands trembling with excitement.

Yang Fan first inspected his body, and then scanned it through Tianmo's mobile phone. The two diagnoses were consistent. Finally, he looked through his body and found varying degrees of damage to his lumbar discs and upper limbs. He asked him to lie down on the bed and started acupuncture.

Just as the first silver needle in his hand was about to fall, the inner door opened, and a sudden voice came, "Hey, the battery is out again, I'm almost finished!"

Sun Zhihan's younger brother, Sun Zhiyang, walked out dissatisfied with his mobile phone.

"What's the fuss about? Don't you know how to charge yourself? Brother Xiaofan is treating daddy and playing at the same time."

Sun Zhiyang wanted to yell back angrily, but when he saw Yang Fan staring at him, he was so scared that he swallowed his words back. He was afraid of Yang Fan and was scared from the bottom of his heart, so he turned and went back to the room.

Half an hour later, Yang Fan took out the silver needles one by one and checked again. The blood vessels were smooth and with some exercise, he could recover [-]% to [-]%. After all, the time span was too long and no effective treatment was received during this period.

"Brother Xiaofan, how is my father okay?"

After the treatment, Sun Zhihan asked him impatiently.

"Take a good rest for a month and see how things go."

As for how he recovered, Yang Fan couldn't say more. He still had to find other patients.

"Oh, this old problem won't get better."

Sun Zhihan's father got out of bed and moved his arms and legs. He felt lighter than before, but there were no specific changes.

The treatment was provided free of charge and no penny was charged. Even if the treatment failed, there would be no loss. Sun Zhihan and his daughter were quite grateful.

After leaving the yard, Yang Fan immediately noticed that the merit score had increased by ten points. What did it mean?It means that the patient is cured. Otherwise, how can the merit value be increased for no reason?

Not far away, under the woods, several old people were chatting, each holding a cattail leaf fan in their hands, blowing the hot air.

Almost none of the elderly people are healthy and have some minor ailments. Thinking of this, he walked over.

Several people saw Yang Fan coming and greeted him one after another.

"Everyone says you have good medical skills. Do you think my old problem can be cured?"

The speaker is an elder in the village, Uncle Mai. He is one of the few old people in the village who has lived a long life. He is at least over 90 this year. He is sitting on the bench, shirtless, with a dirty white towel on his shoulders. Fan, coughing non-stop, an old face full of wrinkles turned red from holding back.

Chronic bronchial asthma is complicated by pulmonary heart disease, high blood pressure, coronary heart disease, cerebellar atrophy, etc. It is a disease all over the body.

After learning about his condition, Yang Fan looked solemn and said, "You are old and your condition is complicated. Although it cannot be completely cured, you can live for another ten years."

Not to mention ten years, he felt that he could not survive even one year, "There is no requirement, just make me breathe easier."

As he spoke, he coughed dryly again.

"Xiao Fan, you also know the situation in his family. His children and grandchildren are all unfilial. If he can't take care of himself and will die of illness or starvation, just show him."

Yang Laizi turned off the radio, mentioned Lao Mai's family affairs, shook his head and sighed.

Failure to support the elderly is very common in rural areas, and Yang Fan hates that kind of people the most. No one will grow old one day. Uncle Mai's son is called Sun Buren, and he must be taught a lesson one day.

"I try my best."

Yang Fan pricked no less than ten needles on his neck, chest and back. The trachea needed to be treated, and the heart and lungs also needed to be adjusted.

It took nearly 40 minutes to remove the silver needle from Mr. Mai's body.

Surprisingly, after a violent cough, I spit out a few mouthfuls of pus and bloody sputum. Not only did my breathing become smoother, I felt better than before.

"My chest is no longer tight. Mortal child, you are better than a half-immortal."

Uncle Mai gave a thumbs up in excitement and praised Yang Fan profusely.

"Oh, that's amazing, Xiaofan, I can see things blurry, please take a look."

"And me, my legs always cramp in the middle of the night, and the pain keeps me awake all night."

"They are all minor problems. I wet my pants all day long. Is there any way to cure it?"?

……

Several other elderly people rushed to report their problems. It is true that people are afraid of death when they get old. Although they say they don't care, they actually have a deep fear of death.

"No problem, come one by one."

Yang Fan's wrists were flying, he recognized acupuncture points accurately, and he was skillful in applying needles. After more than two hours, everyone who had been treated by him was smiling.

"Xiaofan, look at my legs——."

Yang Laizi couldn't wait any longer, his eyes were burning, and he wanted to prick himself with a needle.