Chapter 1044: Huo Yao, where did you come from?

Chapter 1044: Huo Yao, where did you come from?

Wang Lao's expression is a bit complicated. How old is this child? It's really shocking to have such a superb acupuncture.

No wonder he doesn't have to evade him when applying needles, because he can't learn it after seeing it.

Huo Yao let the gold thread walk around in the veins near Li Fang's heart, and she started to narrow the needle after a short while. The needle is not simpler than the needle, on the contrary, it is more difficult.

Ten minutes later, Huo Yao took off the last silver needle, "Okay."

Her face was a little pale, and the sweat from her forehead dripped into the collar along the outline, sterilizing the needle and thread again, and then she pulled the chair and sat down to rest.

Li Fang was also sweating profusely. When the gold thread entered his body, the pain of the fine needle stick almost made people feel uncomfortable.

Old Wang handed him the towel, and after helping him up, he couldn't wait to grab his wrist to get his pulse.

The pulse is stable, but... normal? ?

Lao Wang took a deep breath and took another pulse again. The same result was still true. He raised his head and looked at Huo Yao, "Is his body cured?"

Huo Yao took the water Lin Shuwen handed her and took a few sips, with a light voice: "No."

Old Wang was startled, "But the pulse is stable, why is this?"

Huo Yao leaned on the chair and squeezed his wrist with his fingertips. "Body functions will be automatically metabolized every once in a while. Some elements in the blood also need to be metabolized, but stubborn elements have been formed, such as toxins, which must be removed. It will only accelerate the consumption of life, especially for the elderly. Violent treatment is not suitable."

"And if you want to completely cure the toxins you've become accustomed to in your body, you must first create a normal illusion, wait for a period of time, and then silently remove it without any sequelae. This is called fake therapy. "

It's rare for Huo Yao to teach someone carefully.

Old Wang digested for a few minutes, but didn't finish his digestion, "So, wait for some time and have to get another needle?"

Huo Yao nodded, "About a week later."

"It will be completely cured in a week?" Wang Lao asked again.

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows, "If the body can bear it, five days will do."

Wang Lao: Hehe, the more you ask, the more autistic.

Mr. Wang moved a chair beside Huo Yao and sat beside Huo Yao, "By the way, your medicine...you did it yourself?"

Huo Yao tilted his head and looked at Wang Lao, "What medicine?"

"Just the medicine you gave Lao Li." Although Lao Wang is also interested in acupuncture, he is most interested in ancient prescriptions.

He stared at Huo Yao with scorching eyes.

Huo Yao turned his fingers around, and admitted simply: "Yes."

Although he knew it was a fact, Mr. Wang, who heard the reconfirmation in person, couldn't control his expression: "!!!"

Twenty-year-old S-rank alchemist! !

Do children nowadays want to be so perverted! ! !

It took Lao Wang two minutes to stabilize his mind. When he suddenly remembered something, he asked again: "You can refine ancient prescriptions?"

Huo Yao looked at Wang Lao's expression and was silent for a while, she replied modestly: "Only a little."

"Then can you tell me where your teacher came from?" When Wang Lao asked this, his voice was faintly anxious.

Although the medicine last time seemed crude and rough, he still saw some familiar refining techniques.

Each pharmacist has his own refining technique, so medicines refined from the same formula will have different grades.