Tan Xiu quietly looked at Wen Jing, who was lying in front of him. He gently raised his hands, and as the Chaotic Power silently surged out of his palms, it flowed on the surface of his palms like flowing water.
Massage could balance Yin and Yang, harmonize Ying and Wei, unblock meridians, and move joints. It could adjust the nervous and immune functions, strengthen the internal organs, and also provide health care and beauty to the skin. Of course, the most important thing was to promote blood circulation, eliminate fatigue, and improve exercise ability.
Now.
Wen Jing's bodily functions were seriously declining, and the cells in her body were constantly being devoured and assimilated by cancer cells. Her physical fitness was very poor. Before treating her, the best way was to improve her physique, so that her body could withstand his treatment.
Massage was a variety of techniques used in the process of massage to stimulate the meridians, acupoints, or specific parts of the human body. There were more than a hundred techniques, but there were four most common ones. They were: mainly pressing, such as pressing, pressing, pointing, holding, and pinching; some mainly rubbing, such as pushing, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, and so on; some mainly vibrating the limbs, such as beating, shaking, and so on; and some mainly moving the joints of the limbs, such as shaking, pulling, and stretching.
Tan Xiu's massage technique was not a single technique, but a combination of dozens of massage techniques, forming a unique massage technique. Regardless of the duration of the massage, the maintained movements and strength, they were constantly changing according to the various techniques.
Limbs.
Waist.
After Tan Xiu finished massaging these parts, he found that Wen Jing was drowsy, and the trace of pain that was hard to hide between her eyebrows had gradually disappeared. As a Chaotic Power was released, it instantly wrapped around Wen Jing's limbs and waist, lifting her more than ten centimeters high. She quickly turned over and lay on the massage bed.
Feet, legs, buttocks, waist, back, arms, neck, and head.
Tan Xiu secretly determined the meridians, and determined the main acupoints. He controlled the strength very well, and under the secret nourishment of the Chaotic Power, the drowsy Wen Jing was deeply immersed in this indescribably comfortable feeling. She did not even realize that as Tan Xiu continued to massage, she had already involuntarily let out a soft moan.
Half an hour later …
Tan Xiu stopped massaging and took out the set of silver needles from his spatial ring. Even through her clothes, the silver needles still accurately pierced into several important acupuncture points on Wen Jing's body.
Drawing Qi, nourishing blood.
Tan Xiu used the silver needles to send strands of Chaotic Force into Wen Jingjing's acupoints. After the acupuncture was done, his fingers grasped Wen Jingjing's pulse, and a steady flow of Chaotic Force entered Wen Jingjing's meridians.
The human body was like a net.
The power was like a thread.
Tens of thousands of strands of Primal Chaos Force weaved through the meridian network and spread to Wen Jing's limbs and organs.
The washing process was to remove the cancer cells from Wen Jingjing's body and slowly expel them from the body. Because Wen Jing's physique was too weak, even though Tan Xiu had put in a lot of effort, he still did not dare to use too much force. He could only slowly remove it, wash it bit by bit, and expel it.
Time fleeted by.
Outside the massage room's door, Song Xiang, who was waiting anxiously, stopped his younger brother, Song Yang, several times. He heard from his father that Tan Xiu was a capable young man. Although he didn't believe that Tan Xiu could cure his mother's cancer, he still kept his composure.
"Brother, don't stop me again and I'll get angry with you!"
Song Yang angrily glared at Song Xiang and shouted.
"You must remember this, Song Yang," said Song Xiang in a deep voice. "Nothing is too strange in this vast world, and there are countless eccentric and eccentric people. We don't know much about Tang Xiu, and no one can guarantee that he's one of those eccentric and eccentric people. You're well aware of our mother's illness. You must try anything, even if you fail again and again. "
"That surnamed Tang is a liar. Have you ever seen a Chinese medicine practitioner so young?" Song Yang angrily retorted. "I don't think he has any other ability other than bragging."
Song Xiang sneered, "Whether he has any ability or not is not something we can conclude. In my opinion, he's much better than you in some aspects. "
Song Yang clenched his fists and angrily asked, "Then tell me, which aspect is he better than me in?"
"If I remember correctly, Father once told me about Tan Xiu's identity. He's the Big Boss of the Magnificent Tang Corporation in China, and the company he founded himself. He didn't use any power or connections of the Tang Family. Tell me, do you have the ability to found a company like the Magnificent Tang Corporation with your own ability? Do you think you can earn hundreds of millions of yuan in such a short time? "
"This …"
Song Yang's angry expression froze. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. It wasn't that he didn't know anything about Tan Xiu. At the very least, he knew about the Magnificent Tang Corporation and Tan Xiu's founder.
"Tan Xiu also has another identity. He's called the Young Divine Doctor of Chinese Medicine by the people of China," said Song Xiang with a solemn expression. "I don't know whether it's true or not, but you can check it on the Internet. If he's really famous, I'm sure it'll be reported on the Internet. "
Young Divine Doctor?
Song Yang sneered and quickly took out his smartphone to quickly search for the term "Young Divine Doctor Tan Xiu". Ten seconds later, the sneer on his face froze and his eyes turned round, nearly popping out of their sockets.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiang looked at Song Yang's expression in confusion. He reached out and grabbed the phone from Song Yang's hand. After scrolling through the screen for more than ten seconds, his pupils suddenly shrank and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes. It was because there were too many reports about Tang Xiu on the Internet. In particular, Tang Xiu's identity as a Divine Doctor who treated patients and saved people was even more exaggerated. It was as though Bian Que had been reborn and Hua Tuo had come back to life.
Song Yang's voice sounded a bit strange as he murmured, "Could it be that what's reported on the Internet is true? He … he really knows Chinese medicine? B-But how is this possible? "
Aside from being shocked, there was also a bit of surprise in Song Xiang's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "I told you that the world is unpredictable and we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Don't tell me you've forgotten the saying that you can't judge a book by its cover? He's from China, a country with a population of more than 1 billion people. There are countless hidden dragons and crouching tigers, as well as countless eccentric people. Perhaps Tang Xiu has an extraordinary talent in Chinese medicine. Who knows?! "
Song Yang snatched his phone back and scrolled through the information he had found. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief. At this time, he was no longer angry. Instead, he let out a dry smile and said with a bit of embarrassment, "Big Brother, maybe you're right. It was me who looked down on you."
Song Xiang let out a smile and nodded, "Regardless of whether Tang Xiu can cure our Mom or not, you must apologize to him after his treatment is over. Not to mention that Tan Xiu has good intentions, he's Uncle Tang's son, so we can't have a conflict with him. "
"I'll be more polite to him in the future," said Song Yang. "But if he can really cure our Mom, let alone apologizing to him face to face, I'll even give him my heart. But if he can't cure our Mom, I'll never apologize to him. "
Song Xiang frowned and was about to speak when his nose suddenly twitched a few times. He then turned to look at the other end of the corridor and asked with a confused expression, "Where's the stench coming from?"
Song Yang also sniffed and then pointed to the massage room's door, saying, "The stench seems to be coming from here. That's strange. The servants usually clean the massage room very well, and there's nothing rotten inside. How can there be a stench here? "
Song Xiang and Song Yang exchanged glances. Their expressions suddenly changed as they dashed to the door almost at the same time and forcefully pushed it open.
Cough, cough …
The stench rushed to their faces, catching the two brothers off guard and causing them to cough at the same time.
Standing next to the massage bed, Tan Xiu turned his head and saw Song Xiang and Song Yang coming in. A smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth when he saw the brothers' distressed appearance and said, "I told you not to come in, but you didn't listen to me. Are you worried about my treatment? "
Song Xiang stopped coughing and endured the nausea churning in his stomach. His eyes moved from Tan Xiu to his mother on the massage bed. He saw with his own eyes that his mother's clothes were soaked and her exposed skin was black and sticky, covered with a thick layer of grayish-black substance. The strong stench came from that grayish-black substance.
"Tang … Brother Tan Xiu, how's my Mom?"
"The treatment is going well, but it's not over yet," said Tan Xiu with a smile. "You two brothers can continue to stay here and watch if you don't feel the stench in this room. But remember not to disturb my treatment. Of course, you can leave the room immediately if you can't stand the smell inside and wait outside. "
Song Yang pinched his nostrils and looked at the calm expression on Tan Xiu's face. A strong admiration was born inside his heart. The pungent stench in the room made him feel like he couldn't stay here for even a minute. Yet, Tan Xiu seemed to be fine. This was something he couldn't compare with.
"You're awesome!"
Song Yang gave a thumbs up with his other hand and then turned to rush out of the room.
Song Xiang held his breath, but the stench was still drilling into his nostrils. He wanted to stay here and watch Tan Xiu treat his mother, but the pungent stench was a bit irritating to his eyes, so he had no choice but to withdraw. Before he left, he hurriedly said, "Thank you, Brother Tan Xiu. My Mom's treatment depends on you."
Tan Xiu waved his hand and smilingly said, "You don't have to be so polite. I'll do my best. Remember to close the door after you go out and don't let anyone in easily. I'm afraid of being disturbed during the treatment. "
"All right!"
Song Xiang answered without hesitation and closed the door behind him.
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