Everyone has a good attitude of watching the show, I really want to know how long this foot of silver needle is, and how she was sent into King Jin's body.

And if the king of Jin is broken, hehe.

Thinking of this, Dingguo Gong hurriedly spoke out and left the Dingguo Mansion first. If Jun Zilin is not well governed, it has nothing to do with the Guogong Mansion.

Zhou Yan waved his hand, indicating his agreement.

In the blink of an eye, needles were pierced at the acupuncture points such as Zhou Ember Zusanli, Shangjuxu, and Sanyinjiao.

Soon, one of His Royal Highnesses King Jin was densely tied with a silver needle, like a hedgehog.

Jun Zilin flipped through the books in her memory. Last time, she pressed the "If it doesn't work, it hurts." Pain is not understood" to find a book I had read in my memory, but I found one, so I stuck a needle on it. Originally, a dead horse was a live horse doctor, but now that Zhou Ember said so, she knew that the book was useful to Zhou Ember. So according to the last time, I pinned the acupuncture points.

Blood congestion in the legs must also be related to the waist.

Finally, the one-foot-long silver needle was taken, and Jun Zilin pierced Zhou Yan's waist.

Then he held the silver needle in his hand and stabbed it left and right, and then pierced it up and down.

Her technique is not skillful enough, and she looks like a novice at first glance. But everyone saw that King Jin was sweating on his forehead, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his temples were like knives, and a red glow faintly flew on Jun's face, making his demonic face appear a little popular.

Ding Guogong secretly thought, I don't know where Jun Zilin got the opportunity, there would be such a method. Look, he pricked the King of Jin with a look. You must know that the imperial doctors all said that King Jin's legs were not felt, but they were in her hands.

The fourth prince couldn't help but be surprised, but when he saw Zhou Yan's thin red cheeks and breathing out, for some reason, he felt that something was wrong.

He knew Zhou Ember a little, and felt as if he was suffering.

But then I thought about it, how can this Chinese medicine acupuncture technique be so comfortable?

If he hurts a little, but his legs are healed in the end, he should be.

After about half an hour, Jun Zilin was also sweating profusely. After collecting all the needles, I looked at Zhou Ember again, and saw that his face was bewitching, and he was a little pale.

Jun Zilin was secretly a little strange, but she was quickly dispersed by King Jin's smiling face, and she felt that she was really a miracle for a while! It seems that after this acupuncture, Zhou Yan's legs must be more refined. When the time comes, his legs will be healed, and he will gallop on the battlefield and intimidate all directions. That's all my own credit!

It was as if I saw Zhou Ember returning triumphantly again. Jun Zilin's apricot eyes sparkled, and the joy in her eyes was even greater.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes and couldn't help but sigh when he saw the little girl in front of him waiting hard for him. Seeing those silver needles, he passed by indifferently, only looked at Jun Zilin, who was sweating on his forehead, and said, "In a few days, it will be better to treat this king's needle." ”

Although he said this, although it was very natural, Dingguo Gongcheng was not shallow, and immediately clasped his fists and saluted and asked, "His Royal Highness King Jin, can you try these legs, maybe they will be raised?" ”

Although Zhou Shen kept saying that his legs had feelings, it was all thanks to Jun Zilin.

But Zhang Yushu is an old fox after all, you can't just talk about it, you have to prove it with reality. He just wanted to see if King Jin was telling the truth.

"Oh."

Zhou Yan didn't seem to hear Zhang Yushu's extraneous voice, and trembled slightly, allowing his legs to vaguely raise an arc.

Ding Guogong's eyes widened, and after seeing that King Jin's leg really left the wheelchair at a slight angle, he couldn't help but believe his words. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan's leg was really pinned by Jun Zilin?

The happiest person is Jun Zilin.

She was overjoyed and praised herself, if it wasn't for the divine skill silver needle, how could Zhou Ember be good! She is really a genius, just by relying on the acupuncture in the book in her memory, she can save His Royal Highness the King of Jin, hehe, why didn't she find out before, she is actually a super goddess doctor!

I knew that I wouldn't be a doctor and go straight to becoming a doctor!

Jun Zilin was so happy here, but she thought that Zhou Shen could stand on the ground with both legs before. I just can't stand for too long. Now it's only slightly raised. What does this mean, he wants to keep it a secret and surprise everyone or something?

Zhou Shen wiped the sweat from his forehead, stopped talking, and only raised his hand at Xuewei.

"Every time the needle is stopped, the prince will rest."

Xue Wei explained, and pushed Zhou Ember away.

When he returned to the carriage of King Jin outside the Dingguo Mansion, Zhou Yan collapsed inside on the spot.

Xue Wei didn't know why, but he saw that his master was sweating profusely, but he seemed to be in more pain than before. He was about to ask, but Zhou Shen only spit out two words stiffly: "Go back!" ”

Not daring to be lazy, Xuewei let the coachman set off, turned over and chased the carriage back to the palace.

Who knows, when he arrived at the gate of the palace, the master passed out in the carriage.

Xue Wei was horrified, rushed into the house with his master, turned around and ordered the person behind him, "Go and ask for a doctor, immediately, please come now, quickly!" ”

The guards were also taken aback, did not dare to delay, and quickly went to ask for a doctor.

After Zhou Shen was put down, he had come to his senses, but the pain in his waist and legs was unspeakable. It's even more sad than being beaten. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, lamenting that he had good intentions.

The doctor came and checked his pulse.

"How's the master?"

Xue Wei reached out and clasped the doctor's hand, and his eagerness became more and more obvious.

"Snow guard, the villain checked the pulse of the prince before, and it was extremely smooth. Why is it that the breath is disordered at this moment? But what else has changed? The doctor was also full of melancholy, looking at the weak King Jin on the couch, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his temples were like knife cuts, and a pair of deep ink eyes like a cold pool, but the sweat was constantly flowing on his forehead, and the beautiful eyes were dyed with watery pain, which was unbearable to look at, "It is said that His Royal Highness's legs have recovered, and this kind of change will not happen again, otherwise, let the old man check it again......"

"What do you say! The owner's leg has been restored?! ”

Xue Wei exclaimed, pushed the doctor away and looked at the handsome man on the couch, "Master, what's going on!" Your leg is restored, how come your subordinates don't know?! ”

He's a personal guard, so why doesn't he even know about it?

When the doctor heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised. It is said that Xue Wei is the personal person of the prince, and there will be no problem. It is precisely because of this that he will say it, in order to find out what happened to the prince in the middle, but he doesn't want to cause this Xuewei to be so excited.

"Go back. This king is fine. ”

Zhou Yan sat up, his tone extremely light.

When the doctor saw his appearance, he knew what he meant, and immediately said not a word, and bowed and retreated.

The snow guard saw that there was no one around, and all the guards were guarding outside the courtyard. Even so, he still knew how to be serious, his voice was lowered, he half-knelt in front of Zhou Yan, put his hand on his leg, and questioned, "Master, since your leg is already ...... But why do you want to let Jun Zilin her-"

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