"It's not a cerebral infarction, what kind of disease is that?" Peng Bin was stunned when he heard Fang Yi's words. He could kill people, but he couldn't save people. He didn't know about medical skills and did not know what symptoms of cerebral infarction were.

"I'm not sure..." Fang Yi carefully observed Boss Peng's face, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Boss Peng's right hand to help him get his pulse.

"It's not a cerebral infarction, I can be sure!" After two or three minutes, Fang Yi put down Boss Peng's hand, looked at Gui Liu, and said, "Who did you treat the old man? Traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"

"Every traditional Chinese and Western medicine is here..."

It was related to Boss Peng's condition. Gui Liu, who has always been polite to write like gold, dared not neglect it. He quickly spoke: "Traditional Chinese medicine belongs to our family. He said that the master has poor blood circulation, while Western medicine said that it is cerebral infarction!"

"Fang Yi, don't worry about those things for now. Can you call the doctor in first? Dad is so painful..." Seeing his father's distorted face with a sweaty face, Peng Bin was already helpless, just using a towel to wipe the sweat from his father's face.

"Brother, it's useless, it's useless when the doctor comes..." Fang Yi suddenly reached out and gently pressed the back of Mr. Peng's neck. Old Peng, who was originally in pain, tilted his head, but he fell into a coma.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Fang Yi's actions, Gui Liu's eyes suddenly glared, and a murderous intent spread out from him.

"Ghost Liu, what do you want to do?" Peng Bin stopped Gui Liu who was about to pounce on Fang Yi, but his eyes also looked at Fang Yi. He needed an explanation.

"Brother, the old man faints, and people will feel more comfortable..." Fang Yi sighed and said, "Go and check who brought it to Western medicine? Who did the old man meet before he started to get sick? What did he eat?"

"No need to check, I know everything!"

Gui Liu said, "Western doctors are from the Chen family. Before he got sick, the master did not eat anything special, nor did he see any strangers. No, the master suddenly fell ill after the Presbyterian Church!"

"Who are there in the Presbyterian Church?"

Fang Yi asked afterwards, but immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's useless to tell me. I don't know anyone from your Presbyterian Church. Gui Liu, do you feel that there are suspicious people?"

"The person who follows Chen Tianpeng is a strange face..." Gui Liu suddenly shot out a trace of splendor in his eyes, and he spoke to Peng Bin, "You are here, I'll go to the Chen family!"

"etc!"

Peng Bin stopped Gui Liu and looked at Fang Yi and said, "Now is not the time to pursue these things. The most important thing now is to cure my father's illness. Fang Yi, since you can see that my father is not a cerebral infarction, I guess there is a way to cure his father's illness, right?"

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "I can't be sure about the root of this disease of the old man. Brother, please ask me to prepare a set of golden needles for acupuncture..."

"Golden Needle? There is..." Hearing Fang Yi's words, Gui Liu walked to the outside room, and after a moment he walked in with an iron box and an alcohol lamp.

"Brother, don't let anyone come in..." Fang Yi looked at Gui Liu with his eyes and said, "If it's convenient, you can go out too..."

"Fang Yi, forget about Gui Liu, let him stay. I'll tell Uncle San..." Peng Bin knew Gui Liu's loyalty to his father, and he would not listen to Fang Yi's words. Peng Bin went out and whispered a few words to Peng Laosan, and immediately returned to the ward.

"Brother, guard the door and don't let someone come in!" Fang Yi looked up at Peng Bin and said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, Uncle San is outside, no one can come in..." Peng Bin nodded, while Gui Liu was staring at Fang Yi. Although Peng Bin promised Fang Yi, Gui Liu still didn't dare to believe him completely.

"Brother, give me a lighter..."

Fang Yi knew that Peng Bin liked to smoke hookahs and always carried a lighter with him. He immediately reached out to ask him for a lighter, lit the alcohol lamp, then picked up a silver needle about ten centimeters long and roasted it on the alcohol lamp.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yi twisted the silver needle with two fingers in his right hand, and placed his left hand between Boss Peng's chest and abdomen. He seemed to be listening to something. After about a minute, Fang Yi's right hand trembled suddenly. Before Peng Bin and Gui Liu could react, the silver needle was inserted into the old man's belly and squeezed down one centimeter.

"Yeah? This...what's going on?"

With the insertion of Fang Yi's silver needle, Mr. Peng, who had been unconscious, involuntarily twitched. The lower abdomen under the silver needle rose outward, and a piece of meat the size of an egg was bulging out, and the meat ball was still jumping, as if something was hiding inside.

"Shh..."

Fang Yi made a move to silence the two of them, and stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver needle again. Although it was just two simple moves, Fang Yi's forehead was covered with sweat. This seemingly simple move consumed a lot of Fang Yi's mind.

As the silver needle was pulled out, the old man's lower abdomen slowly returned to normal. Boss Peng, who had originally become very rapid, then became quiet again.

"Fang Yi..." Peng Bin opened his mouth.

"Let's talk about it later..." Before Peng Bin could ask, Fang Yi interrupted him, pointed to the outside world, and signaled Peng Bin and Gui Liu to go out with him.

"Fang Yi, what's going on? What's inside my dad's belly?" After the three of them left the outside room, Peng Bin closed the door tightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Ghost Six, what do you think?" Fang Yi did not answer Peng Bin's words, but turned his eyes to Ghost Six who was thinking about it.

"Head Reduction Technique!" Gui Liu squeezed out three words from his teeth. He was always calm, and at this moment, a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Head Reduction Technique?!"

Although Peng Bin guessed a few points, he couldn't help but change his expression when he heard Gui Liu say it. Who hasn't heard of the name "Suppression" in Southeast Asian countries, especially those in Myanmar and Thailand?

"How could my dad get the slashing technique?!" Peng Bin showed a look of despair on his face and said, "Our Peng family and the slashing master have always been a good water that never breaks the river. Who gave my dad the slashing technique?"

In Thailand, Myanmar and other places, the sect master represents mystery and power.

Among the countries in Southeast Asia, almost no one is willing to offend the surrender, whether it is the military government or the warlords in various places. The national commander of Thailand is a powerful surrender. Legend has it that Thailand was not invaded by the Japanese army back then, but the contribution of the national commander who had lived for hundreds of years was the result of the.

The reason why Peng Bin felt desperate was that the head-slashing technique used by the head-slashing master was almost unsolvable. Unless the head-slashing master could be found and he asked him to take back the head-slashing technique himself, otherwise even if he killed the head-slashing master, the person who was hit by the head would definitely die.

But since the surrender master has taken action, it means he has formed a mortal hatred with the Peng family and there will definitely be no room for improvement. Moreover, the surrender master often uses the surrender technique thousands of miles away, and Peng Bin has no way to find it out.

"Peng Bin, I don't know..."

Gui Liu's voice was a little bitter. Although he also had some abilities that ordinary people could not understand, Gui Liu knew that he was far from the opponent of those mysterious surrenders, and even Gui Liu could not see how they made the move.
Chapter completed!