Although when he saw Wu Xing, Han Ankang knew that the other party had a naive disgust. If it were other younger patients, he might be more comfortable to treat. But when facing this elderly person who should be in the age of destiny, his physical functions are usually not as good as those of young people. To regain their aging organs, a special method is indispensable.

If it were before going to South Korea, Han Ankang would have at least a lot less likely to cure this symptom and time. Now that he has a high-level Qi refining level, the yin and yang energy he cultivated in his body is naturally much more than before. The way he thought of was to use the yin and yang energy to awaken those aging body organs.

Let him maintain a certain vitality again and support his body's owner to live for a few more years. In addition to this method, Han Ankang could not think of any other way to cure Wu Xing's disease. As for organ changes, it is simply impossible for an elderly man in his 90s to complete the operation.

Prepare the procedures before the needle, and look at Wu Xing's expression becoming serious, Han Ankang said seriously: "Old man, I will give you an injection next time to wake up all the organs in your body to start functioning. When you get the needle, you won't feel uncomfortable, but don't be too nervous. When I massage for you, you can just take a normal physical examination."

Looking at Han Ankang showing such a sophisticated and solemn expression that was not consistent with his age, Wu Xing knew his illness. It was not as easy as Han Ankang said just now, otherwise it would not have been so unsuccessful that the experts sent by those countries would have returned. It is easy to wake up the body organs of the strike, but it is naturally not easy to achieve the effect.

Wu Xing smiled slightly and said, "Okay, that's the same thing. I'll listen to you in treating the disease."

After this reply, Han Ankang held four disinfected silver needles in his hand and instantly stabbed Wu Xing's slightly skinny body. This scene made Wu Baoguo both worried and admired. And this was just the beginning. Then Han Ankang was also as fast as lightning, stabbing at least hundreds of silver needles on the old man lying on the camp bed.

Looking at the dense silver needles on his body, ordinary people felt a little scared when they saw it. On the contrary, only Han Ankang and Wu Xing, just like no one, communicated with each other with their eyes. When Han Ankang confirmed that the first step was accurate, it was clear that it was time to act as a gas delivery worker again.

Pressing the slightly shriveled chest, Han Ankang's palms and fingers were linked together, and he began to massage Wu Xing's chest. Compared to the person standing next to him, he couldn't understand what this effect was, only Wu Xing knew. As this massage began, along Han Ankang's palm, a stream of air that made him feel very comfortable began to spread all around his body.

As the massage time increased, Wu Xing saw Han Ankang, who was red and tender just now, sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead began to flow out, and his breath became more rapid. He soon realized that Han Ankang would become like this, which was directly related to his feeling that his abdomen began to become warm.

At this high position, Wu Xing naturally knew that there were some strange people in China. They mastered the incredible qi refining technique that others thought. Then Han Ankang had such magical medical skills at a young age, probably because he could not be separated from this qi refining technique. This also made Wu Xing quickly think that the qi flow that entered the physical strength must be the true qi cultivated by Han Ankang.

Although Wu Xing did not understand how to cultivate this true qi, he knew that consuming the true qi would also have an impact on the person who refined the qi. After all, if the true qi is so easy to cultivate, I am afraid that such strange people would not call it strange.

Wu Xing, who was moved, was about to speak, but saw Han Ankang shook his head and told him not to speak. When Han Ankang's hands moved to his abdomen and began to push his chest, Wu Xing felt a breath in his chest rise from his almost blocked throat, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and burp it loudly.

Hearing the hiccup, Han Ankang said happily: "The hiccup is smooth, and the hiccup is slapping, which means that the old man has started to eat slowly."

After saying this, Han Ankang quickly took away all the silver needles pierced on Wu Xing's body. Compared to the speed of the needle, the speed of the needle collection seemed to be in just a few seconds. All the hundreds of silver needles had returned to Han Ankang's hands. Looking at Han Ankang, who had difficulty moving his steps after receiving the needle, he knew why Zhao Hu was causing it, and felt a little guilty. He asked this life-savior to bear such a great consumption again for his invitation.

Zhao Hu hurriedly stepped forward to help him and said with concern: "Xiao Han, is it okay?"

Han Ankang, who was pale and soaked all over, smiled and said, "It's okay. If it hadn't been for the fact that his skills had improved a little a while ago, he might have fainted again this time! It's okay, help the old man up first! The depression that was blocked in the abdomen was exhaled, which means that as long as you take good care of it, it's only a matter of time before the old man recovers. It's okay!"

The person who was treated was tired and sweating, and Wu Xing, who was lying on the marching bed, also sweated a lot. However, compared to Han Ankang's face before the treatment, Wu Xing seemed a little dry. Now it is just like the exchange, which is obvious to everyone that Wu Xing's face is now countless times better than before the treatment.

Facing Wu Xing who didn't know what to say, Han Ankang, who had put away the silver needle, smiled and said, "Old man, I feel much more comfortable when I exhaled that breath, right? Youdao is that my heart is broad and my body is fat. Next, I just need to ensure a good mood.

After taking some time to adjust, I believe that the old man will no longer have a situation like today. How about it? When I put so much effort into it, should you always invite us to have a drink!"

Knowing that Han Ankang didn't want him to say those grateful words, Wu Xing felt that the young man in front of him, although he was not old. He was afraid that even the middle-aged man who was proficient in worldly style would not be able to compare with him. In order to invite him to have a drink and let everything in his heart be put into the wine, it is really in line with his personality!

Wu Xing was also a free and easy person. He felt that his physical condition was recovering and smiled and said, "Well, I should invite you to have a drink. Xiaohuzi, Xiaogang, since he is here, let's have a drink together. The commander just now was a bit serious. I'll ask you to have a drink and forget about this matter! Don't you think the commander is too petty, right?"

When Zhao Hu and Liu Gang heard the old commander invite him to drink, they naturally understood that with the character of the old commander, being able to invite him to drink means that you really get his value and naturally won't say much. Wu Baoguo's eldest son was also left by Wu Xing to accompany him, and he didn't prepare any special preparations for the wine and food, just some ordinary home-cooked side dishes.

Seeing his father let Han Ankang sit next to him, Wu Baoguo knew that this young doctor had already been recognized by his father through his superb medical skills just now. And he knew that in his father's lifetime, he was afraid that this young doctor would be grateful to his father. After all, this seat is not something that anyone can sit in.

Looking at Han Ankang, as he had previously agreed, his father who could only pour a little or two of wine, but refused to pour more. So much so that his father, who felt that he could still drink, could only sigh in the end. He started to take the light chicken porridge that Wu Baoguo had prepared just now.

Seeing his father no longer frowning like he was wearing rubber when he was drinking porridge, he seemed very satisfied. Wu Baoguo, as a son, also knew that the powerful people in the capital who thought his father would not last long were probably disappointed again. With three to five years, he was enough to train the third generation of successors of the family. Even if his father left at that time, Wu Baoguo could continue to support this military family.

Wu Baoguo naturally remembered the kindness of saving a life and saving a family's decline. When his father finished drinking a bowl of porridge and seemed to be a little unfulfilled, Han Ankang really shook his head and refused to let him drink it again. He quickly stopped this simple drink and asked someone to bring some tea to taste it slowly.

Taking advantage of the chat time, Han Ankang quickly prescribed a recipe for Wu Baoguo to take care of Wu Xing. Seeing the frequency of these six meals a day, Wu Xing naturally felt that it was a bit too much. But seeing that he could drink one or two white wine for every meal, he was not very opposed to such recipes.

In response to this, after writing the recipe for this week, Han Ankang still said earnestly: "Old Wu, although your health is much better now, your body has begun to recover from work. But remember not to get angry. Walking around fresh air more often in places with fresh air every morning and evening will also help your body recover. After a week, I will prescribe a second recipe for you based on your recovery.

When you are sure that your body has returned to its state before you get sick, your daily alcohol consumption should not exceed one pound. Otherwise, your liver will still not be able to bear the heavy burden. Remember this point, you should not harm your body because of alcohol. Otherwise, if you fall ill next time, even if I have some medical skills, I will not be able to treat you as easily as today."

Knowing that Han Ankang was not allowed to bargain in some things, Wu Xing said with satisfaction: "Actually, I only have good wine and rarely drink so much. One pound a day is enough for me to get rid of the wine bugs in my stomach."

Leave the recipe to Wu Baoguo and ask him to arrange the above recipe so that he can take it to the old man on time every day. Don’t think that he can eat less just because there is wine every meal. This wine must be maintained, and the brand of wine cannot be changed. In the past, the old man often drinks wine, and he will always provide wine in the future. Ensure that he can do these things, the possibility of Wu Xing getting sick again is very slim.
Chapter completed!