Feng Wuxin has a different plan for Dongfang Lan's legs treatment.

The poison and spells in Dongfang Lan's legs complement each other, just like the poison in her body at the beginning. If it were just detoxification of one of them, and the other poison or spell was used, his legs would not have any hope of healing.

It is precisely because Feng Wuxin has such experience that he dares to boast that Haikou can make Dongfang Lan walk again in the short time before the battle on the Tianlist.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, what Feng Wuxin said is an exaggeration. How could a person who has been paralyzed for seven years and has been in a wheelchair for seven years walk in such a short time? It is simply a dream.

The same thing, because she is Feng Wuxin.

Picking up a silver needle, which was prepared by Feng Wuxin specifically instructed the people of the Dongfang family. The silver needle was soaked in herbs and had a strong medicinal property. If an ordinary person was stabbed by a silver needle, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Feng Wuxin held the silver needle in one hand and rolled up Dongfang Lan's trouser legs with the other, and then inserted the silver needle into the acupoint on Dongfang Lan's legs.

Everything seems simple and plain, but in fact you have to be careful with every needle.

After a while, Dongfang Lan's legs were covered with silver needles. From a distance, he thought that two hedgehogs were lying on his feet, densely packed with people suffering from intensive phobia, and they were extremely uncomfortable.

"Young Master, I want to increase the dosage and tell me if I feel anything."

Feng Wuxin glanced at Dongfang Lan, and Dongfang responded to Feng Wuxin with a lit shot.

After the silver needle pierced into Dongfang Lan's legs, Feng Wuxin poured the liquid from the white porcelain bottle into the skin on Dongfang Lan's legs. As the silver needle pierced into the skin, the medicine juice also wandered along the silver needle into Dongfang Lan's seven meridians and eight meridians.

"hiss……"

With a sound of gasping in the air, Dongfang Lan suddenly grabbed the wheelchair seat with both hands, and cold sweat on her forehead continued to emerge.

But as the sore and swelling pain spread throughout his body, Dongfang Lan opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene that was born on him in disbelief.

He... could feel the pain in his legs!

For seven years, my legs were as unconscious as wood, but now, the real feeling began to wander from my legs.

pain!

From the beginning to the pain, now it has been severe, and the pain is heart-wrenching, but it makes Dongfang Lan even more happy.

"How is it, but what do you feel?"

Feng Wuxin needs to understand Dongfang Lan’s perception and then increase or decrease the potion.

Seeing Dongfang Lan only immersed in joy, Feng Wuxin understood what he thought and felt, but now it is not the time to immerse himself in this kind of emotion.

"Young Master, I need you to tell me how your legs feel. I want to judge the direction of the toxin based on the pain in your legs."

Feng Wuxin had to remind Dongfang Lan of her existence. At this time, Dongfang Lan looked at Feng Wuxin and smiled apologetically, knowing that his loss of composure caused some unnecessary trouble.

"Sorry, it's difficult to control your emotions for a while."

Let me ask, when a person has lived a numb life for seven years and gave up all his hopes, his originally disabled legs suddenly felt a different feeling. This indescribable pain spread throughout Dongfang Lan's body.

"It hurts, it seems like there are millions of ants gnawing on the bones."

"knew."

Upon hearing Dongfang Lan's answer, Feng Wuxin pulled out a part of the silver needle from Dongfang Lan's legs, and then applied a characteristic cream on Dongfang Lan's skin on his legs.

On this side, Feng Wuxin was treating Dongfang Lan. In the corridor not far away, the three Eastern clan leaders Dongfang Han, Xue Yunhan and Ao Yan looked at the scene in front of them.

As a father, no one hopes that his son can stand up more than Dongfang Han.

During the seven years, although the eldest son had a smile every day, he knew his son's inner pain and knew that his son was just laughing for them.

In the past seven years, he exhausted a lot of financial, material and manpower to find a doctor in the East Realm, but even the number one miracle doctor in the East Realm gave up on Lan'er.

But now, Feng Wuxin has made his son's legs feel in a short time, so he is also excited.

Xue Yunhan, who was standing beside Dongfang Han, glanced at the old man. He was not good at speaking and comforted the excited expression of the Eastern clan leader.

"Don't worry, senior Dongfang, Wuxin's high medical skills will definitely restore Brother Dongfang to his original state."

“Recovery as before…”

The four words "Recovery of the Rebirth in Xue Yunhan's mouth have a special meaning for Dongfang Han.

Once again, Dongfang Han's eyes fell on Feng Wuxin, and there was something more certain in his eyes.

He leaned against the pillar and looked at Feng Wuxin. He knew a lot of things, his young wife, and for some reason, the more he looked at Feng Wuxin, the more he liked her.

A smile appeared in my eyes, and the blue eyes kept sticking to Feng Wuxin's body, as if I couldn't see enough.

In the evening, Feng Wuxin and Xue Yunhan Aoyan left the Dongfang family. Before leaving, they instructed the Dongfang brothers to pay attention to things, and talked about the murder case of being born in Dongji City recently.

When he headed to the carriage of the Eternal Tower, Feng Wuxin closed his eyes and rested. Xue Yunhan, who was sitting opposite, frowned slightly.

"Are you tired?"

"Some, I have had a lot of things recently, and I always feel like something will happen."

Since the murder case, the stronger this feeling echoed in her heart, and directly told Feng Wuxin that everything was just the beginning and that something more serious would happen in the future. As for how serious it was, she could not imagine now.

The carriage returned to the Eternal Tower, Feng Wuxin washed it briefly and returned to the room and fell asleep.

Feng Wuxin, who was sleeping, once again returned to the white flower world. The white flower world, which was originally in clear sky, was actually covered by dark clouds all over the sky. The strong wind blew everywhere, causing the petals to fly everywhere.

In the center of the world of the sea of ​​flowers, Feng Wuxin stood beside the huge flower tree and looked around. A cluster of black aura was constantly surrounding it, but could be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not get close to it.

What are these...

With her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, Feng Wuxin felt the danger and strong sense of pressure, which was completely different from the black aura when Jiang Moyi appeared last time.

Feng Wuxin was sleeping with a frown. In reality, Ziyun, who appeared in Feng Wuxin's room, stood in front of the window.

Looking at Feng Wuxin lying on the bed, he stretched out his hand and gently smoothed her brows with slender fingertips. A trace of softness made her strength continuously enter Feng Wuxin's body.

"Haha!" At this moment, a voice echoed in the night. The woman's voice was cold and charming. Ziyun glanced at the black aura hovered outside the window, and her figure flashed, and she disappeared outside the window as she looked for the black aura.
Chapter completed!