Chapter 1258 I read too little

  When the genius doctor knew his physical condition, it was hopeless.

  Now hearing Feng Qianwei's words, there are waves in Gu Jing Wubo's heart.

   "What is the solution?"

  "If dead wood wants to regenerate, it needs to grow new shoots. Your body is like dead wood, you need to activate your body's cells to rejuvenate."

  Feng Qianwei took out her golden needle, and invited the genius doctor to the inner room aside.

  "What is a cell?"

At   , the genius doctor thought he was an old genius doctor at the Patriarch level, but he didn't understand her.

  "Everyone’s body is made up of countless cells, but the cells are too small to be visible to the naked eye. If you are interested in this, you can come over in the future and we can discuss it. Now I will give you the needle."

  Feng Qianwei briefly explained.

   "Okay! Then I will trouble you!"

  Since the genius doctor had found this excuse to see the doctor, he refused to be treated, and it was really inappropriate, so he simply asked her to get the needle for herself.

  After living for so many years, it is the first time that he has been treated by other doctors. It feels quite novel.

   "Don't worry, it won't hurt, don't be afraid."

  Feng Qianwei said softly, looking at his expression, she seemed a little nervous.

When   , the genius doctor listened to her beautiful voice and felt calm down.

  This is really a nice and gentle girl!

  He felt that his heart was softened, and he immediately realized the happiness of those old guys having their baby granddaughters.

  He was very cooperative and asked Feng Qianwei to treat herself. Even if he clearly believed that acupuncture and moxibustion could not cure himself.

  He knew that he was not sick, but that he was too old.

   Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of all things in the world, he just can't reverse his fate.

  He is the oldest genius doctor in the three thousand spiritual realms, but he is not a god-level powerhouse, so he can live so long without their body against the sky.

  Feng Qianwei prepared some medicinal liquids, and treated him with golden needles, carefully acupuncture and moxibustion.

It was the first time that she used this set of acupuncture methods. This was the acupuncture method "Nine Rebellion" she learned in Shencheng. It was a very complicated acupuncture method. She had no chance to try it, but she knew that the patient in front of her was very special and completely. You can give it a try.

  His body is already like countless air-dried dust, but he is not dead yet.

  Even if her stitches were invalid, he would not die.

  The situation is already the worst, why not try?

  She made sufficient preparations, secretly using the power of the lotus soul, blending into the golden needle, and quickly falling to the three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points recorded in the ancient books.

At   , the genius doctor was a very qualified patient. Even if he was pierced with more than 300 needles, he did not move or call a stop.

  Instead, she appreciates her precise acupuncture method and rigorous attitude.

  The strength and depth of each stitch is almost the same, and it is very accurate to the best position, which can achieve the best effect without causing him to feel pain.

   "There is one missing position, the last stitch must fall into the Tianmenqiao, but there is no record of the Tianmenqiao on the map!"

  Feng Qianwei discovered this at this time.

  She was originally confident that she could fully meet the various requirements recorded in the ancient books, and she was also confident that her memory could remember all the positions, but she ignored the most important point.

  There is something unknown on this.

  How can this be good?

   One thing is missing, and she is not sure whether it can achieve the effect of reversing the pole.

   But she knows that if this time it fails, then this set of stitches will be completely lost.

   "Little girl, what's the matter?"

  When the genius doctor saw her showing a sad expression, his expression was quite depressed, and he couldn't help but ask.

   "Is it ineffective? It doesn't matter, my old bones have lived long enough. You don't have to be sad."

   "Master, I'm sorry, maybe I can't cure your illness. I don't know where the heaven is. It's because I read too little!"

  Feng Qianwei's tone is full of loss.

  (End of this chapter)