( ) After passing the security check and boarding the plane, Zhou Shiyuan bought Yang Mo a first-class ticket. Faced with the respectful service attitude of the stewardess, Yang Mo wished he could immediately exchange his first-class ticket for a regular class ticket so that he could get more money. Even if he couldn't, he could still scrape together some money to take the train from Hong Kong to Shanghai. But it's a pity. There are only upgrades on the plane, not downgrades.
Sitting on the first-class seat, Yang Mo looked around subconsciously to see if there was anyone sick. After a quick glance, there were quite a few sub-healthy people, but there were really no serious illnesses.
Why! Is this destiny?
Yang Mo muttered, he didn't expect that he would be so embarrassed about money. You know, he can easily save hundreds of thousands of people.
"Forget it, get off the plane and look for opportunities again. I have martial arts and medical skills, so why can't I starve to death on the streets of Hong Kong?"
Yang Mo muttered, feeling more relaxed.
I closed my eyes and squinted for a while. At this time, someone lay on the empty seat next to me. Yang Mo originally thought that he got on the plane late enough, but he didn't expect that someone else would board a plane later than him. No wonder the plane never took off. Then he opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the guy next to him.
"Hey, Zhou Yilun.
Yang Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised. The only concert Yang Mo spent money to attend in his previous life was Zhou Yilun's cross-generation concert, but it was not a good memory. Because the location was relatively remote at that time, standing next to him was a security guard who was maintaining order. The security guard was also a Zhou Yilun fan, and then Yang Mo spent the entire concert listening to the security guard humming, and it also smelled like Sichuan spicy food. When he walked out of the stadium gate after the concert, he felt a sense of sadness that he had nowhere to vent. He spent 588 listening to a Sichuan security guard humming all night. This was too frustrating.
Since that bad memory, he has never gone to any concerts again for fear of encountering the security guard again.
Although Yang Mo likes some of Zhou Yilun's songs very much, he is not that kind of fanatical fan. When he meets his idol, he will cry more sadly than his dead father and mother, and he wishes he could scrape off two pieces of flesh as a souvenir. For Yang Mo, a song is a song, and entering is entering. The most he can do is say hello.
After being slightly surprised, he closed his eyes again. He didn't have any special thoughts.
After a while, the plane took off. The plane flew upward for about ten minutes before slowly settling down. Just as Yang Mo was lying down more comfortably, a cry of pain came from next to him. Looking sideways, I saw Zhou Erlun holding his back, gritting his teeth and screaming in pain, his face was twisted into a ball, and he didn't look as cool as he looked on stage.
"No matter how glamorous a star is, he still has to eat, drink, and defecate, and he still cries for his father and mother when he is tortured by illness." Yang Mo muttered, and after a slight glance, he discovered the cause of his illness. There is something wrong with the spine.
At this time, the flight attendant who was on call quickly ran over and asked in a low voice if he wanted to take some painkillers. Zhou Yilun's assistant quickly sent him some pills to take. After taking them, the pain was relieved a little, but his expression remained the same. Something twisted. It seemed that he had been suffering from this disease for quite some time.
Yang Mo took a look and then sniffed. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, smelling, asking and feeling, while poison medicine only pays attention to the two skills of seeing and smelling. Poison doctors have almost the most sensitive noses in the world, because what they have to distinguish is poison, which can kill you if you touch it even a little bit. In this case, can your nose not be trained?
Yang Mo sniffed, smelling a mixture of heat, poison and yin. According to Western medicine, heat poison is basically a symptom of inflammation, but for Zhou Yilun, the poisonous smell of warm heat is chronic inflammation. Yin poisoning is basically not covered by Western medicine. The treatment method of Western medicine is simple and crude. Wherever there is inflammation, it is treated with anti-inflammation, and wherever there is necrosis, it is removed. Although this treatment concept works quickly, it is negative. If you cut off whatever is broken, then why do you need a doctor? Isn¡¯t it the doctor¡¯s responsibility to restore the condition to its original state?
Traditional Chinese medicine and poison medicine are somewhat similar, but different. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the principles of yin and yang, as well as the expression of hyperactivity and deficiency. In their view, Zhou Yilun's statement was a dual manifestation of yang hyperactivity and yin deficiency. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to treating the root cause. Although its treatment concept is more positive than Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine has become increasingly declining as doctors who have passed it down by word of mouth for thousands of years hide their secrets. And the most important thing is that they did not study hard, but instead issued a disclaimer like "it is medicine with three parts poison". What he said is tantamount to telling patients that my medicine can cure diseases, but don't come to me if you have sequelae. I told you in advance that the medicine is poisonous.
?Compared with traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, poison medicine¡¯s treatment methods are a combination of both. It has both the simplicity and crudeness of Western medicine and the direct approach to the disease of traditional Chinese medicine. However, without the shortcomings of both, the poison doctor would never talk about amputation, nor would he say such nonsense as medicine being three parts poison. Because to poison doctors, there is nothing in the world that is not poisonous. The whole world, whether animals, plants or animals? They are all mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining existences. As long as poison is used properly, it can cure all diseases.
Zhou Erlun was in pain for a while, and he called his assistant and the space away, gritting his teeth and holding on with cold sweat.
His disease is called ankylosing spondylitis, which is hereditary and basically impossible to cure. Therefore, the only way to cure it is to suppress the pain.
However, this disease can be treated for Yang Mo. Because he now has the Ice Soul Divine Needle in his hand. The Ice Soul Divine Needle, as its name suggests, is extremely cold and stern. It is probably the coldest type of Silver Needle in public. Now, in Zhou Yilun's situation, it was necessary to reach the extremely cold Ice Soul Divine Needle directly to the lesion, and Yang Mo would stimulate the poisonous internal energy to pour it into it, killing the toxins, eliminating inflammation, and then draining out the venom.
By repeating this three to four times, eradication is not a very serious problem.
This treatment procedure is extremely complicated. If it were in the past, Yang Mo would definitely not be looking for trouble. However, today is different. He didn't even have money for a plane ticket.
So, he turned his head sideways and said to Zhou Erlun: "Turn sideways, and I will give you a massage to relieve your pain. Your pain is in the bone marrow, and taking painkillers will not have much effect."
Zhou Erlun turned his head when he heard what Yang Mo said. Although Yang Mo's words touched his heart, seeing that Yang Mo was so young, he couldn't help but be suspicious. But he had good intentions, and he was too embarrassed to refuse, so he stood there awkwardly, neither refusing nor agreeing.
Seeing his appearance, Yang Mo smiled slightly and said, "Just lie down, I can't harm you. And you are already terminally ill, and it can't get worse."
"Oh, okay, thank you!" Zhou Erlun thought about it, so he said thank you, then quickly put down the back seat and lay down on it.
After Zhou Erlun lay down, he immediately mobilized his zhenqi, then took out a thin needle made of cow hair and inserted it into the spine very quickly. As soon as Zhou Erlun felt a hint of pain, he was frozen by the bone-deep cold. All the pain disappeared instantly, and he only felt that his back was so cold that he seemed to have lost consciousness.
The pain stopped immediately. Zhou Erlun subconsciously felt a sense of relief and said, "Oh, that's not bad!"
Yang Mo, whose catchphrase was imitated by some artists, almost vomited. Now that he hears the authentic version, he feels a little bored.
Tired of boredom, the work on his hands was not idle at all, and the poisonous inner energy was poured into it continuously. Zhou Yilun only felt a trace of warmth in the coldness invaded his bone marrow, warm and comfortable. But there was a slight tingling sensation, and I wanted to scratch it but couldn't reach out. Because Yang Mo hit his spine directly and controlled his ability to move, making him unable to move.
Yang Mo conveyed it for a while, cleaning up the source of chronic inflammation inside, thinking that if he continued to pour poisonous gas, this guy might not be able to bear it and would be disabled for life. He quickly calmed down his inner strength, then took out a few more ice soul silver needles, inserted them in, and slowly spiraled them out.
Some of the bone marrow adulterated by the source of the disease flowed out along with the venom. It took nearly five or six minutes to eliminate it, and finally it was completely eliminated.
Yang Mo withdrew the Ice Soul Needle, and immediately, Zhou Erlun felt relieved, and all his pain disappeared. He shook his head, stood up and moved again, feeling more comfortable and relaxed than ever before.
"Oh, oh, what a shame!" Zhou Erlun tilted his head and praised Yang Mo with his thumb.
Yang Mo doesn¡¯t want to listen to his praises. What he wants is money, because what he lacks now is money. Therefore, he was not polite and said directly: "I just gave you a simple treatment. You won't have any pain within three months. However, if you want a radical cure, it will take at least three to four times." treatment, and you must continue to exercise during this period. The external factors I give you are very important, and at the same time, your internal exercises are also very important. By the way. The fee for this treatment is 50,000 yuan."
"Fifty thousand yuan in RMB?" Zhou Elun was slightly surprised.
"Yes, to deposit RMB, you need cash." Yang Mo said the word cash emphatically.
"No problem." Although Zhou Yilun didn't expect Yang Mo to suddenly ask for money, he felt that it was worth spending 50,000 yuan to relieve his pain, so he readily agreed immediately.
"When will it be given?" Yang Mo was a little anxious.
Seeing that Yang Mo was so anxious, Zhou Erlun was a little confused: Is he afraid that I won't give him the money? I am a big star who has just been born. Now I am the most popular in the three places across the Taiwan Strait, okay? Is he still afraid that I won¡¯t give him money?
?Perplexed, he still gave the answer: "I got off the plane and asked my assistant to transfer the money to you. I didn't bring so much cash."
"Okay, hurry up. I'm short of money." Yang Mo muttered, and thenTurn over and fall asleep.
Zhou Erlun was even more surprised when he saw this. He thought to himself, how can such a young person not care about the entertainment industry at all?
If Yang Mo knew that he was muttering this in his heart, he would definitely tell him: I don't care at all, do you want me to tell you which songs will be in the next few albums? Do you want me to tell you that in the future you will have an affair with a young model and make a few movies that will be a flop at the box office?