Looking at the human body meridian diagram of the "Nine Acupuncture Methods of Returning to Yang", Meng Lang slowly closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, my eyes were completely calm...

…

Two hours later.

Qin Shihuang Mausoleum, Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum, at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain, Anxi City.

“Everyone says that if you don’t see the pyramids, you haven’t really been to Egypt, and if you don’t see the Qin Terracotta Warriors, you haven’t really been to Anxi…

Now, what we are facing is Pit No. 1 of the Qin Terracotta Warriors Museum. In the pit is the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses, known as the "eighth wonder of the world".

According to speculation, after all excavations are completed, more than 6,000 terracotta warriors and horses will be unearthed in Pit 1 alone..."

"Wow! That's amazing!" Xiao Yu stared at the huge and mighty military formation with big eyes and was amazed.

Meng Lang and others also praised him repeatedly.

It is really hard to imagine how the ancients built such a huge underground palace and military warriors in an era of low productivity more than 2,000 years ago.

Time may change the world, but it will always leave the footprints of the pioneers.

Here are the Qin terracotta warriors that have been gathered under the underground palace of the First Emperor for more than 2,000 years.

The Qin Dynasty on the ground has come to an end.

But time under the earth extends itself in the tunnels of pits, and the empire here has no end...

In the glass display cabinets of the museum, there are more than 37,400 Qin bamboo slips recording the lives of pre-Qin people.

The officials and common people were kept in the rulers and tablets. They could be read, understood and imagined. Between the rulers and tablets, one could see the lives and time illuminated by the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty...

This is the charm of history.

After walking around for more than an hour, everyone came to a tourist rest area.

"There are grilled sausages there! I'll buy two!" Yan Weiwei went over after smelling the aroma.

Meng Lang looked at an ice cream seller next to him and took out a stick of ice cream from the freezer.

"Xiao Yu, give it!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Xiao Yu took the ice cream and took a delicious bite, a little of it getting to the corners of her lips.

"It turned into a little cat after eating it." Meng Lang smiled and took out a tissue and wiped Xiaoyu's face.

Suddenly I felt something strange behind me. I turned around and saw that Lin Haitang had just looked away with a nonchalant look on his face.

rash:"……"

He took out two more ice cream sticks, handed one to Lin Haitang, and asked in a low voice with a smile.

"Hey! Are you jealous of Xiao Yu?"

Lin Haitang's expression froze and he looked at Meng Lang in disbelief.

This guy can read minds?

"How...how is it possible!" Lin Haitang turned his head.

"Haha!" Meng Lang didn't care and just wanted to go over and scan the QR code to pay, but Lin Haitang also stretched out his phone.

"I'll pay for Xiaoyu and I ourselves. If we go out to play, it's better to be AA."

He looked like someone who was far away from him.

Seeing the strange look from the boss opposite, Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

Is this your last act of stubbornness?

Ha! Woman...

"Master! Master, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, an anxious voice suddenly came from not far away.

Several people immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of tourists gathered together, as if something had happened.

"What's the matter?"

"It seems like someone has a sudden illness."

"Hurry up and call 120!"

Holding two sausages in her hand, Yan Weiwei, who had just returned, also noticed the commotion not far away and looked a little confused.

"Huh? Why does the voice sound familiar?"

Aren’t they just acquaintances!

This world is really a little small...

"Come on, let's go and take a look." Yan Weiwei took the lead and walked towards the crowd.

When everyone went over and saw the two people in the crowd, everyone except Meng Lang had a look of surprise on their faces.

"Li Lei!?"

I saw Master Li lying in Li Lei's arms, holding his chest and panting, seemingly having difficulty breathing.

"Master, how are you? Don't scare me!" Li Lei stroked Master Li's chest anxiously.

But Master Li was completely speechless, his breathing was like a bellows, violent and rapid, and his face turned pale.

After a while, a museum staff member hurried over with a medical kit.

But he was obviously a half-starter.

It might be okay to stop the bleeding and do some basic first aid. How to treat this kind of internal cardiopulmonary injury?

"Do you understand or not! Find a way to save my master! 120! 120!"

Li Lei shouted with red eyes.

"I've already called. 120 will be here soon, but it will take ten minutes anyway."

"Ten minutes? Why does it take so long! Master...master, hold on!"

However, Master Li's complexion gradually turned livid, and his lips turned black and cyanotic.

Even ordinary people can tell that something is wrong with Master Li.

"Is there a doctor or nurse among the tourists here?"

The staff checked for a long time but could not figure out what was wrong with Master Li. They had no choice but to seek help on the premises.

"Yes! Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor among you! Whoever is willing to save my master, I, Li Lei, will be rewarded generously! Doctor! Is there a doctor?!"

Li Lei was reminded and immediately yelled at the crowd.

But everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one responded.

Just when Master Li's situation was getting worse and Li Lei was getting anxious, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"How about... let me give it a try."

Li Lei was overjoyed and followed the sound, but was stunned when he saw the speaker.

"It's you!?"

Under the astonished looks of Yan Weiwei and others, Meng Lang pushed through the crowd and went straight to Master Li.

Since he decided to save people, he didn't waste any time. He took out a small cloth bag from his arms, unfolded it, and took out a silver needle for acupuncture.

"You...you still know medical skills?" Li Lei was surprised when he saw this.

"I know a little bit about it. It seems that your master has relapsed from an old injury and blocked the meridians in his lungs."

"Can you save my master?" Li Lei seemed to have grasped the last straw.

"Well...it depends on his luck."

Li Lei: "..."

Meng Lang picked up the needle, closed his eyes and started to feel it.

When he said it depends on luck, he really meant it literally.

I just turned on overclocking and remembered the entire "Nine Acupuncture Methods of Huiyang" in my mind.

If this can be triggered by the scene, find the feeling on your own, and have acupuncture skills, then there is still a glimmer of hope, but if you don't feel it... then it's all in vain.

Huiyang Nine Needles is an acupuncture first aid method that also has the function of regulating the body.

Whether it is to treat illnesses and save people, or to deal with various emergencies, it is also an extremely useful skill for Meng Lang's troubled physique.

I thought that the one Xiao Yujing could choose would definitely not be an ordinary product...

After a while...

When he opened his eyes again, with firm eyes, he slowly pierced Master Li's chest with the silver needle in his hand...
To be continued...