Yuan Zhengyang's condition is very difficult, but it is not difficult to treat it.

Yuan Zhengyang's illness mainly lies in the impact of the accumulated pain over the years and the deterioration of the physical function of the elderly. Coupled with excessive labor and heart diseases, Yuan Zhengyang is unable to afford to get sick.

Feng Wuxin signaled the old housekeeper to borrow an acupuncture bag from Mr. Qi from Jishitang. For some reason, Mr. Qi also ran over happily, insisting that he wanted to see how Feng Wuxin gave Mr. Qi acupuncture.

"Girl, you decided how to treat General Yuan Yuan. I tried many ways but couldn't get rid of the stubborn diseases in the general's body."

"That's because Mr. Qi used the wrong method and the amount of medicine was insufficient."

Feng Wuxin placed the herbs in a brazier and burned them. In an instant, the room was filled with a strong smell of herbs, which made people cover their mouths and noses.

"Old Qi, help me and take off General Yuan's top."

"Okay!"

Mr. Qi took off General Yuan's top, and Feng Wuxin took the thin silver needle into the acupoints on General Yuan's upper body, and then evenly applied the ashes of the burning herbs to the back.

"That's the end?"

Old Qi looked at General Yuan’s dark back in confusion, eager to get an answer.

"Of course it's impossible to finish, this is just the first step."

Feng Wuxin gave Old Qi a blank look. Acupuncture and drug physiotherapy were the first to remove the stubborn diseases accumulated in General Yuan’s epidermis and let them dissipate. Only in this way can the efficacy of the medicine be deeply rooted in the inner part.

"The system of Old General Yuan is very special. You usually feed the medicine from the inside to the outside. Over time, a layer of medicine is squeezed under the dermis layer of Old General Yuan's dermis, so the medicine you gave did not have enough efficacy and had a counterproductive effect."

Feng Wuxin’s simplest words explained to Mr. Qi why the doctors in Yan State were ineffective when taking medicine.

Mr. Qi understood a little while after hearing this.

"What's next? Are you going to wait like that?"

"Yes, you have to wait at least one hour before the herb dissolves the stubborn disease under the dermis layer before you can proceed to the second step."

In the room, General Yuan was lying on the bed, covered with black herb ashes, and thin needles were covered with thin needles on his back. Feng Wuxin and Old Qi were leisurely eating the food they sent, chatting all over the place.

At this moment, the door sounded, and a pair of fleshy little hands pushed open the door. A little boy who looked like a doll stuck his head out, looked left and right with big eyes until he saw the old general Yuan lying on the bed in the inner room and jumped into the room.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

The little boy shouted the word "grandfather" in a tit-mouth voice, and when the old general Yuan heard the little boy's voice, a strong kind smile appeared on his face.

Feng Wuxin could still laugh until Old General Yuan for the first time. She thought that Old General Yuan would die a father every day.

"An'er, why are you here?"

The old general Yuan, who was lying on the bed, was stabbed by acupuncture and the hedgehog, could not move at all. The little boy named An'er stretched out his fleshy little hand and touched Yuan Zhengyang's cheek, with tears in his big eyes.

"An'er heard from her father that her grandfather was in pain, and An'er came to see her grandfather. Does her grandfather feel pain? An'er is blowing."

The little boy whispered very sensible, hoping that the old general Yuan would not feel so painful.

General Yuan smiled kindly and wanted to reach out to touch his grandson's head, but his hands were covered with silver needles, he was afraid that he would stab his grandson.

"Grandpa doesn't hurt. Did An'er take medicine on time? Why didn't he sleep even though he was so late?"

"An'er can't sleep. An'er wants to find her grandfather and let her tell stories."

General Yuan was chatting with the little boy, while Feng Wuxin and Mr. Qi were watching their grandparents and grandchildren.

"A person as fierce as General Yuan has such a fierce and delicate grandson, and his gene mutations."

Feng Wuxin lamented that there were too many amazing things in this world. When she first saw General Yuan, she felt like the Golden Lion King Xie Xun described in Jin Yong's writing. She didn't expect that there would be such exquisite and lovely descendants, whether it was a genetic mutation or something.

Although Mr. Qi doesn’t understand what gene mutation means, he can understand what this sentence wants to express from Feng Wuxin’s eyes.

"You don't know this girl. When General Yuan was young, he was one of the four handsome men in Yan State. Many women who pursued and admired General Yuan were lined up. Back then, they even took great pains to get General Yuan to take a look."

Mr. Qi was talking about what happened back then, and Feng Wuxin expressed his disbelief.

Just as the old general Yuan was chatting with the little boy, the little boy suddenly fell to the ground and fell into a coma and stopped breathing. The old general Yuan was so scared that he almost jumped up to pick up the little boy, but fortunately he was stopped by Feng Wuxin.

"Lying down and not moving."

With a roar, Feng Wuxin threw down the melon seeds in his hand and quickly came to the little boy's side, spreading the little boy flat on the ground.

No breathing? How is it possible.

I was talking and laughing with Yuan Zhengyang just now, but why did I stop breathing the next moment?

Feng Wuxin folded his hands together and pressed the little boy's heart, performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him. The servants guarding outside the door also rushed in, but they were all bombarded by Feng Wuxin.

"Get out and take the medicine he often takes."

The servants were so scared by Feng Wuxin's roar that they retreated repeatedly, and didn't know what to do. In the end, at the instructions of the butler, they brought the little boy's daily medicines.

Under the cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the little boy gradually breathed, and Yuan Zhengyang let out a heavy breath.

At this time, the boy lying on the ground unconscious woke up. When he opened his eyes, he looked at Feng Wuxin with his eyes that seemed to have a starry sky. The simple and beautiful purity was so simple that people could protect him in his palms and prevent him from feeling any harm.

"Who are you."

"I'm a god."

"Sister Fairy?"

"Yes, I am the fairy sister."

Feng Wuxin picked up the unconscious little boy, placed it on the bedside, and covered him with a quilt.

The little boy's eyes kept looking at Feng Wuxin, his big eyes blinked, and a sweet smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth and occupied his eyes.

"Sister Fairy, my name is Yuan Ping'an. My mother said that as long as An An is obedient, the immortal will buy a lot of delicious food for An An and tell many stories. Sister God, can you tell An An a story?"

Yuan Ping'an's words made Feng Wuxin look dark. This is not a job done by a god. She also hopes that a god will appear if there are such beautiful things in the important things.

"Sister Fairy, don't you like An An?"

Seeing that Feng Wuxin didn't say anything, tears suddenly emerged in Yuan Ping'an's eyes. His poor little look was so heartbreaking.

Feng Wuxin, who was very helpless, looked back at Mr. Qi, and Mr. Qi shrugged. "You are a god, and I am a mortal."
Chapter completed!