"Brother, don't look at me, this master is not me..."

Seeing Uncle Kun staring at him, Yu Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew gold and stone, but he didn't know anything about medical skills. He could only stand by and watch it just now, and couldn't help at all.

"Uncle Kun, the master dare not be a good person. I just learned some acupuncture methods from my master..."

Fang Yi's words attracted Uncle Kun's gaze. After opening the medicine box, Fang Yi couldn't help but nodded. In addition to the medicinal materials he needed, there was also an acupuncture bag and a bottle of alcohol. Obviously, Uncle Kun has a rich experience in treating trauma and knows that he should disinfect first when acupuncture is taken.

"You guy, are you okay?"

Seeing Fang Yi's young face, Uncle Kun hesitated a little. Although he believed in traditional Chinese medicine, in Uncle Kun's consciousness, the older the Chinese medicine is, the more popular it is. Fang Yi is young, how much experience can heal patients?

"Uncle Kun, I believe Fang Yi..." Peng Bin's complexion improved a lot after adjusting for a while.

"Binzi, this is not a trivial matter..." Uncle Kun shook his head. He knew that his commander valued Peng Bin, so he did not dare to let Peng Bin have an accident around him, so he was unwilling to let Fang Yi take the initiative to treat Peng Bin rashly.

Seeing Uncle Kun questioning Fang Yi, Peng Bin couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Uncle Kun, do you know who injured me?"

"Who is it?" Hearing Peng Bin's words, Uncle Kun's eyes immediately stood up and said, "Who did it? How many people have they come? I will call the commander and mobilize people to come..."

Uncle Kun saw Peng Bin growing up, so he naturally knew that Peng Bin was an enemy of ten thousand people. Not to mention one or two people, even ten or eight are not his opponents. So Uncle Kun subconsciously believed that Peng Bin was injured in this way because he was besieged.

"Uncle Kun, where are there so many people?"

Peng Bin pointed to Fang Yi and said, "I just talked with Brother Fang today and got hurt like this. Since Brother Fang can hurt people, he can naturally cure his illness. Don't stop him..."

"What?" Uncle Kun's shock was extraordinary when he heard Peng Bin's words. Although he was doing a doctor's job back then, he naturally had good kung fu with Commander Peng.

It is precisely because he can do some kung fu that Uncle Kun realized how terrible Peng Bin is. When he was fifteen years old, Peng Bin could kill an adult grizzly bear with bare hands in the mountains. I don’t know how many wild beasts died under Peng Bin’s hands in the mountains of Myanmar.

"You... can you hurt Binzi?" Uncle Kun pointed at Fang Yi in disbelief. In his opinion, it was still a matter of whether Fang Yi's small body could block Peng Bin's slap.

"Uncle Kun, Brother Bin was not injured by me..."

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "He has too many old diseases in his body. It caused it when he fought with me, so the injury suddenly worsened. Now I will give Brother Bin an acupuncture first, let's talk about it later..."

Although I used breathing and breathing to regulate my internal organs, Fang Yi knew that Peng Bin's injuries were still serious. You must know that when I practiced external kung fu to Peng Bin, I was afraid that I had used iron plates to practice fighting and fighting since I was a child. I seemed to be strong, but in fact, the hidden injuries in my body had already reached the verge of an outbreak.

While talking, Fang Yi asked Peng Bin to lie down flat. After igniting the alcohol lamp, he quickly sterilized the silver needle. He used the needle with his right hand to fly. In other words, it was only a time for ordinary people to breathe, and nine silver needles were stabbed on Peng Bin's chest.

"Fang Yi, after so many needles, Brother Bin is fine?" Seeing the needle with the length of the index finger piercing into Peng Bin's body, Ahu, who didn't know acupuncture next to him, kept twitching his mouth. According to his idea, the needle would not be stuck to the heart position after the needle was still there.

"It's okay, control his injury first, and you will be better after taking the medicine..."

Lifting up the bag containing Chinese medicinal materials in the medicine box, Fang Yi picked up the medicine jar with his other hand. After asking where the kitchen was located, Fang Yi did not ask someone to follow him and entered the kitchen to decoct the medicine for Peng Bin.

Compared to giving Peng Bin acupuncture, Fang Yi was more attentive to decoct medicine. Not only did he have to master the heat, but he also had to constantly add water according to the volatility of the medicinal materials. One more or one less would affect the final effect. After nearly an hour, Fang Yi returned to the living room with a bowl of thick black medicine soup.

"Fang Yi, can you not drink medicine?"

Looking at the bowl of black soup that Fang Yi brought to him, Peng Bin was almost crying. He had never received an injection or took medicine since he was a child. Peng Bin would rather fight with the world's number one black market boxer for ten rounds than drink this ink-like medicinal soup.

"Brother Bin, you have a serious internal injury. This medicine needs to be taken for half a month..."

Fang Yi placed the bowl on the table in front of Peng Bin, and quickly pulled off the silver needles on his chest with his right hand. These silver needles have the effect of hindering the circulation of qi and blood. Drink them and then prick them with the needle, which will make the medicine inefficient.

"Do you have to drink for half a month?" Peng Bin was about to cry. Not to mention drinking it, even if he smelled the medicine, his stomach and intestines were constantly churning, and he almost vomited it out.

"Yes, it's okay not to drink it, but Brother Bin, you may not have the intention to fight with others or practice boxing in the rest of your life..."

Fang Yi was not intimidating Peng Bin. Peng Bin had practiced too much martial arts in his early years, causing great damage to his body. If he did not treat him, he would have to die in the future. Even Fang Yi would not be able to save him.

There was a person like this before, Bruce Lee, a movie star in the 1960s and 1970s. Bruce Lee died young because he used electric shocks and other methods that exceeded the limit of human tolerance. In the end, his body could not bear this intensity.

"Drink, isn't it just a bowl of medicine..." When Fang Yi said that he could no longer do anything, Peng Bin's face changed suddenly. The punching had penetrated into his bone marrow. Even if he didn't move for a day, Peng Bin would feel itchy all over.

He reached out and picked up the medicine bowl in front of him. Peng Bin pinched his nose with one hand and poured it into his mouth with a big mouth. After a few times of wriggling, he drank a bowl of medicine cleanly.

"Okay, use the breathing method I taught you before to breathe..." Fang Yi took the medicine bowl and said to Peng Bin.

"It's too bitter..." Peng Bin's face almost wrinkled into a bitter gourd, but after hearing Fang Yi's words, he still calmed down and breathed according to the method Fang Yi taught.

"Puff!"

Half an hour later, Peng Bin, who was sitting in meditation, suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth and sprayed a bit of black blood, dyeing the white practice on his chest and turning red.

"Brother Bin, are you okay?" Ah Hu, who had been sitting next to Peng Bin, quickly stood up, turned to look at Fang Yi, and said angrily: "My surname is Fang, what medicine did you give Brother Bin? If something happened to Brother Bin, I can't spare you..."

"Fang Yi, what's going on? Is your medicine okay?" Chen Kai, who was beside Fang Yi, was also a little panicked. He was the one who knew the Peng family's power in Myanmar best. If something happened to Peng Bin, the Peng family would definitely not give up.

"What are you shouting? Are you loud, are you?" Just as Ah Hu was about to question Fang Yi, Peng Bin, who had just spitted blood, opened his eyes, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Brother Bin, you've vomited blood..." Ah Hu turned around and said with a sad and angry look on his face: "You've played so many boxing games but haven't vomited blood..."

"You know, this is blood stasis!"

After spitting out the blood, Peng Bin felt a smooth flow between his chest and abdomen. Although he felt a scorching feeling when he was breathing, Peng Bin could feel that some subtle changes seemed to have occurred in his body. At this time, his body seemed to have completely recovered.

Fang Yi dipped a little blood stasis from Peng Bin with his fingers, put it on the end of his nose and smelled it, and said, "Brother Bin, these are indeed blood stasis, they are all accumulated from your previous practice..."

"Grandma, is it true that external kung fu really like the legendary Qishen Fist. Do you want to hurt others and yourself first?" Hearing Fang Yi's words, Peng Bin's face changed. He was born in a Chinese family, but he read many martial arts novels from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"Brother Bin, practicing external kung fu requires stimulating the potential of life. When it reaches a certain level, it will explode. You have exploded early now, and the problem is not big. If you wait until you are forty, you will be ruined..."

Fang Yi's words were not alarmist. He once heard from his master that almost none of those who even have external kung fu in the world can live a long life. Generally, their health will collapse at the age of forty, and it would be good to live to the age of fifty or sixty.

"I know something about what you said, but I have been practicing for more than ten years, so I can't just be useless, right?"
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