Chapter 214 Cure (5/5, Extra Reward for Not Being Fake and Boring)

Chapter 214 Cure (55, extra reward for not being fake and boring)

As soon as Aokiji opened his eyes, he indeed appeared in the kitchen again.

The middle-aged man with a mustache was still checking back and forth in front of each stove with his hands behind his back. The young men in green clothes were busy in the kitchen, and they didn't know who the food they cooked was for.

As soon as Aokiji came in, the middle-aged man with a mustache looked straight at him: "Aoki, you don't have to cook today, the teacher is looking for you."

"Teacher?" Aokiji looked confused and confused.

But when he saw that the middle-aged man with a mustache was about to blow his beard and get angry, Aokiji quickly changed his words: "How do I find the teacher?"

"Have you forgotten where you go to class?" The middle-aged man with a mustache snorted and walked up to him: "Come here, I will take you there."

"Remember, when the teacher treats you, you must watch carefully and study hard." The words of the middle-aged man with a mustache made Aokiji even more confused: "Treat me?"

"Nonsense, if it weren't for your bad heart, why would I let you take so many medicinal foods!" The middle-aged man with a mustache stared at him, which was quite bluffing.

Aokiji looked in disbelief: "Me? My heart is not good?"

"What's going on with you recently?" The middle-aged man with a mustache stopped and said angrily: "How long did your family beg the teacher before the teacher agreed to accept you as a disciple and treat your illness, and you have forgotten? "

I really do not know!

When Aokiji chose to cooperate with the performance, he did not turn a blind eye, but nodded: "Well, my head has been a bit messy recently."

The mustached man looked a little nervous when he heard this: "Is your head in a mess? I've never heard that your situation can affect your brain. You'd better ask the teacher to take a good look at it!"

"Uh, okay." Aoki Sui followed suit. Although he didn't know what his seemingly strong body had to do with his poor heart, since the script was given to him, he would continue to act like this.

It seems that today's script is in line with that teacher. He should be able to exit today's dream training room after receiving the so-called treatment. I don’t know if this teacher can teach me something that can solve my urgent needs.

Aokiji has been in the kitchen for several days, and he can't wait for a long time - although those medicinal foods are useful, they can only regulate Qiong's body, and they are far from curing.

Aokiji used the spare skill bar to improve his combat effectiveness, so in order to hope to cure Qiong, Aokiji could only rely on his medical skills.

He had not forgotten the flashy special effects and the question in his ear when he entered the special dream training room. He answered clearly that he wanted to cure Qiong, and there seemed to be some voice in the dark that responded to him. He believed that the hope of healing Qiong must lie in this special dream training room.

This was also the reason why he could bear to come here every day for the past few days to order the mustache to cook.

The middle-aged man with a mustache led Aokiji out of the kitchen. This was also the first time that Aokiji saw other scenery in this special dream room.

When he opened the kitchen door, what he saw was not the inn cafeteria Aokiji thought, but a deep path surrounded by orderly flowers and vegetation, which looked somewhat similar to an ancient Chinese courtyard. The surrounding buildings are antique, somewhat similar to the mansion of Busujima Saeko's family, but much more grand in comparison.

"When you meet the teacher, you can't act like you're too young to me. If you anger the teacher, you'll be in big trouble, do you hear me?"

The mustached man's instructions were heard by Aokiji, and he nodded seriously: "Okay."

As long as the so-called teacher can teach something real, Aokiji will certainly treat him respectfully.

The mustachioed Aoki led Aoki through the path, walked through several attic pavilions, and came to a magnificent old house. He stopped and said loudly and respectfully: "Teacher, I have brought Aoki."

"Let him come in." An old and powerful voice came from inside the house.

The mustache nodded to Aokiji and whispered: "The teacher should be treating others now. Just wait when you go in. I won't go in when the teacher is done and listen to the teacher's instructions."

Aokiji sighed and opened the door.

What catches the eye are the various luxurious porcelains that are only seen on TVs in every corner of the room, and the neat and orderly wooden tables and chairs in the room. A stream of sandalwood came to my face, and an old man was standing not far away with his hands behind his back. In front of him, lying on a wooden bed, was a middle-aged man of considerable age, with his back covered with silver needles.

When he heard Aoki Si come in, the old man turned around, revealing a fairy-like face with white beard and hair, wearing a plain white robe, with a kind smile on his face, and nodded to Aoki Si.

Aokiji obediently stood aside, curiously looking at the man in front of the old man who was pricked with silver needles, and analyzing his situation.

The complexion is pale, the lips are dark, the skin is wrinkled, and the body is weak. Judging from the acupuncture points inserted by the silver needle, it means that the kidneys have not gone away.

After a few brief glances, Aokiji could tell what was wrong with this man.

The old man stroked his beard and waited for a moment, then leaned over and started to pull out the needle. While pulling out the needle, he said: "I advise you, sir, to stop looking for flowers and willows these days. If this continues, even I won't be able to think of any solution."

"Yes, yes, definitely." The middle-aged man looked at Aokiji with an embarrassed smile, and said in a vague tone: "Thank you to the miracle doctor, I will definitely not dare to mess around again."

The old man finished pulling out the needle with a calm expression. After watching the middle-aged man rearrange his clothes, he said calmly: "Don't mess with the rules."

"I understand." The middle-aged man consciously took out a banknote from his arms, put it in his hand, stood up and wiped his sweat: "This medicine."

"You need to pick up the medicinal diet by yourself every day. I have already written down the prescription for the medicine. You can find someone to prepare it yourself." The old man handed him a piece of white paper.

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, the miracle doctor."

The old man ignored him and turned to look at Aoki: "Aoki, lie down."

Aokiji's eyes widened: "Ah? Okay."

After finishing speaking, Aokiji obediently walked to the bed where the middle-aged man was lying, consciously lifted up the blue robe on his body, and lay down on it wearing only the white shorts underneath. The middle-aged man wisely left on his own.

"What have you learned in the kitchen recently?" The old man asked in a gentle voice while taking out a new pair of silver needles.

Aokiji said: "I learned how to make several medicinal diets."

"Well, how do you feel about your body?" The old man picked up a long needle, glanced at it twice, and accurately inserted it under Aoki Si's belly button.

What is the purpose of piercing my Qihai point?

Aokiji looked at it and replied in a low voice: "It's very healthy."

"Don't try to be brave." The old man shook his head and sighed: "Your body has run out of oil, how can you still feel healthy? How often do you have heart pain these days?"

Heartache?

Just when Aokiji was about to ask, he suddenly felt a cramp in his heart, his breathing became extremely difficult, his eyes widened, and he coughed loudly in his throat.

The old man's face was a little more serious. He didn't know how to use the silver needle in his hand. With just a few breaths, it was inserted all over Aokiji's body. He scolded: "You still say it's okay. How can you show off for this kind of thing!"

what happened?

Aokiji gasped for breath, and as the old man inserted the needle, his breathing gradually became more steady, with a look of surprise on his face: "What's wrong with me?"

"What else can you do?" The old man gave him a strange look: "You were born with a heart disease. You have been to many famous doctors since you were a child, but it didn't work. You barely survived to the age of seventeen this year, and your body has already been exhausted."

"Although the disease of the heart itself has been basically resolved, its vitality is actually on the verge of exhaustion, leading to physical weakness, lack of energy, emotional agitation or excessive exercise, which can lead to difficulty breathing and angina."

Wait a moment

Isn't this Qiong's fault?

Why is this my fault?

Aokiji seemed to have figured out something for a moment, his eyes showed excitement, but just being so excited, his heart ached a little.

"What are you thinking about! Calm down!" The old man scolded loudly, and Aokiji quickly collected his thoughts and tried to calm down.

The old man stretched out his hand and put it on Aokiji's wrist. He squinted and listened for a moment before humming: "Don't go to the dining room these days. It's just a few days, but your health has deteriorated a lot."

After speaking, the old man touched his beard and said, "If you hadn't encountered me with this disease, you would never have lived to be eighteen."

"Teacher, can you cure this disease of mine?" Aokiji's eyes flashed.

"Nonsense." The old man stared angrily: "My name as a medical saint is in vain!"

"Then how does the teacher plan to save me?" Aoki asked anxiously.

The old man raised his chin with a look of pride on his face: "Of course I will use my unique three-pronged approach of acupuncture, medicinal diet, and massage. Within half a year, you will definitely be alive and kicking."

"Please teach me, teacher!" Aokiji said this instinctively.

If we could learn this, wouldn't we be able to save Qiong?

"Humph, you can't even walk, and you want to run away?" The old man said with a surprised look on his face: "You kid was quite smart before, but now you just ask stupid questions. You just joined me for a few days, and you already want to learn everything. Got it. Let’s talk about it after finishing the course of medicinal food.”

Medicinal food?

In other words, you must first learn the medicinal diet of mustache management before you can learn other techniques?

Aokiji suddenly realized it and suddenly felt motivated: "Yes."

No wonder, at the beginning of this special dream training room, I was asked to go to the kitchen to busy myself. It turned out that this was a gradual process!

After finishing speaking, he began to carefully observe the acupuncture points where the old man inserted the needles for himself, trying hard to remember the touch on his body and feel the length of each needle. If he guessed correctly, his current physical problem should be It is no different from the sky.

In other words, if he can cure himself in the dream training room, he can definitely cure Qiong outside the dream!

The author stood on the top of the cold windy mountain peak, looking up at the sky full of gods: "One day, I want this day, which can no longer cover my eyes. I want this land, which can no longer restrain me."

When the gods were panicking, a reader suddenly stepped forward and said, "I recommend three thousand, do you accept it?"

The corners of the author's mouth twitched: "I'm not convinced!"

"I have a full order of three thousand, you can accept it!"

The author fell silent.

"I have a monthly pass."

"Stop talking, I'm convinced." The author showed a flattering smile.