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Chapter 17 Strength massage, bring back the dead

"With me here, senior, I can't die!"

Shangguan Ming said coldly.

Hearing these arrogant words, everyone was talking.

They have heard that the Shangguan family is doing business, but they have never heard that their family understands medical skills. Shangguan Ming is rumored to be a fool. He wouldn't he be stupid at this time, right?

"Everyone has seen it. This is clearly a fool. I said before that our painting was a fake and it was nonsense. Don't believe it."

Yan Tianyou took the opportunity to wash away the whitewash.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Yue Wuya say, "Young man, after you say that, is there a way to save me?"

"You can't say you can save me, you can only say you're relieved for the time being, but I promise you won't die!"

Shangguan Ming said firmly.

"Crazy~" Everyone was surprised. Even the chief physician of the People's Hospital would not dare to say that. Why is he Shangguan Ming?

Everyone was eliminated one after another.

But Shangguan Ming continued, as if he didn't hear it, "I'm willing to give it a try when I see you, but I don't know if you want it?"

"certainly!"

Before, Yue Wuya had taken a fancy to Shangguan Ming's talent for treasure appraisal. Now he takes the initiative to heal himself, which is one hundred thousand willing.

From the memories of the old man's inheritance, Shangguan Ming has identified the other party's condition, which is a respiratory disorder caused by lung failure, which is similar to the late stage of tuberculosis.

However, the characteristic of this disease is that it does not cough or vomit blood.

The old miracle doctor's memory records the method through massage acupoints. However, this is not an ordinary massage, but the previous breathing method was used.

Shangguan Ming leaned forward and then smiled at Yue Wuya, saying, "Just just massage, don't worry!"

“Just massage?”

Yue Wuya was obviously surprised. He relied on taking special medicine every time he had a disease. From the beginning to the current one, he didn't remember how many of them were. Anyway, there were no less than ten.

Now this young man can relieve his condition by just using massage, which is incredible.

However, the ambulance had already called, and it was not a big deal to wait here. In addition, he felt very different this time, so Yue Wuya was really worried.

"Well, after this time, I'll find you a cure."

Shangguan Ming’s wind and clouds are quiet.

These words made Yue Wuya feel indescribable, as if he was about to be fine.

Whether it is true or false, Yue Wuya really wants to give it a try.

"Grandpa, this guy is said to be a fool, do you really believe him?"

Yue Jianxin was obviously worried.

"Sword Heart, don't be rude."

Yue Wuya took a deep breath and said to the people around her: "No matter what the result is, I am willing to do it, it has nothing to do with this little brother!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately became quiet. After all, the old seniors themselves said so. What else can they do?

Shangguan Ming did not delay and directly began to instruct: "Brother, take off your grandfather's top!"

"Who is your brother?"

Yue Jianxin obviously didn't appreciate it, but when he saw his grandfather's eyes, he didn't dare to say anything. He took off Yue Wuya's clothes, and the air conditioner was turned on here, so it was not cold.

Shangguan Ming did not delay. After snatching the old man's back, he found the Feishu point, which is located under the spinous process of the third thoracic vertebra on the back of the human body, and is two fingers wide open on the left and right sides.

This acupoint corresponds to the lungs, which is the place where the lung qi is transferred and infused, and is an important acupoint for treating lung diseases.

Shangguan Ming is not an ordinary knocking point, but uses the special aura in his body, which is actually the so-called energy.

The creation of this energy was obtained by Shangguan Ming from the breath-regulating formulas in the inheritance of the mysterious old man, but Shangguan Ming still doesn't know what this is.

According to the method in memory, Shangguan Ming adjusted his breath for a moment, suddenly he clasped his hands into a hollow fist, gently pressed the lungs of his back dozens of times, and raised his hand and patted it from bottom to top with his palms from both sides of the back, for three minutes.
Chapter completed!
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