Chapter 1212 (1/2)

The nine needles are different in thickness and length, and they all radiate golden light!

I can see at a glance that this is a special gold needle for acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine.

The pattern on the needle is also very old. It should be a trilobal pattern in the Tang Dynasty.

I took out the nine gold needles one by one and checked them. I found that each of them was small and delicate. At the same time, the fragrance of herbs was wafting out.

The fragrance is not sprayed, but emanates from the inside of the gold needle. It's like the ghost blade commonly used by executioners. Naturally, there will be a murderous atmosphere. If it is handed down from generation to generation, the wild ghosts in hundreds of miles around will not dare to approach.

I put down the gold needle and looked at the yellow cloth bag again.

The cloth bag is also very old, with a faint yellow glow. It looks like the best ancient silk. The silk is painted with the unique picture of flower fields in the Tang Dynasty. In the lower left corner of the cloth bag, three small characters are embroidered with red silk thread: present to Simiao.

Simiao?

Is it Sun Simiao, the famous medicine king of Tang Dynasty?

From the perspective of technology, this thing is indeed an antique of the Tang Dynasty. But if it is really a relic of Sun Simiao, it is even more remarkable. It can never be measured by millions.

”How did you get it?” I put the gold needle back where it was and asked.

”This is passed down from generation to generation in my family. Our family has been a traditional Chinese medicine for generations, and the most skilled is acupuncture! But But now no one is asking us for treatment. We are all treated as charlatans. Anyone who is ill, no matter how big or small, goes directly to western medicine to register for surgery. What's more, I learned medical skills with my grandfather and father. I didn't have a license to practice medicine at all. I finally got up the courage to see a doctor for free at the door of my home. I was also found by people in the hospital and smashed the stall. So I'm afraid it won't work any more. ”

Speaking of this, the young man lowered his head somewhat.

”Even if it doesn't work, you can leave it as a souvenir. There's no need to sell it.” I'm sorry.

”I......”

The young man paused and said with embarrassment, ”our grandson's family practices medicine from generation to generation, but it can't be passed down to my generation in any case!”! Every day when I see this box of gold needles, I feel sorry for my ancestors... ”

”In addition, my mother is old and yearns for her hometown. She has been arguing to move back to her hometown. But I can't do anything other than practicing medicine. I thought I could make a living with this skill, and then I sold my house and came to Wuhan to make a living. But I didn't expect that Ah! ” He said with a heavy sigh, as if extremely unwilling.

”Then, you can not only use this magic needle, but also have excellent skills?” I asked curiously.

”I can't say it's exquisite, but my family is really good at acupuncture! I've learned most of them. It takes only three injections to cure the common ailments, even the most difficult and miscellaneous ailments. ” What the young people say is very determined, and there is also a very confident light in their eyes.

”It's true that your needle was used by ancient doctors. As for your skill In this way, you can try me! I'll see what your level is. If you really have the ability, don't sell this needle. I promise to let you be safe in Wuhan. ” I said.

”Good!” The young man's eyes glowed: ”Master Zhang, what's wrong?”

”Shoulders.” I pointed to two shoulders: ”my shoulder has been very sore. It's useless to go to the hospital many times. Please help me to have a look.”

I don't know if I often look for the relationship between yin and Yang in the wild mountains and mountains. My shoulder suffers from severe rheumatism, sometimes aches and pains, sometimes numbness. I have seen several doctors in succession. I have tried all kinds of hot and cold compresses, but I still haven't seen any improvement.

Yin Xinyue advised me to visit Beijing. I said it was a minor illness, but I didn't move. Today, since I met the descendants of Sun Simiao, I can try it.