"Ziteng Street, apricot forest spring! This is it!"

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the antique gate plaque. He smiled and strode in.

In the dim clinic of traditional Chinese medicine, it was filled with a sense of death, and even the scent of traditional Chinese medicine could not be smelled.

He could vaguely see that there was a patient lying on the hospital bed in the innermost part of the clinic, humming and taking a infusion.

At a table near the door, there was a sloppy and wretched middle-aged man with a computer. He was smoking while staring at the computer screen and cursing in a low voice, "B rub, what kind of f*cking accomplice is this?"

Seeing that he had lost the game, the strong man's mood completely dropped to the bottom. He fiercely put out the cigarette butt and put it in the ashtray. He stood up and kept cursing at the computer.

After cursing for a while, he suddenly realized that there was another person in the apricot forest. The strong man couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

"Are you Hu Yaoming?" Ye Feng looked at the strong man and asked without answering.

"Yes, who are you?" The strong man asked again.

"I'm Ye Feng! Don't you know if I'm coming? Mr. Hu, your grandfather, didn't I tell you?" Ye Feng said with a smile.

"My grandfather?" Hu Yaoming grabbed his greasy hair and thought for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He pointed to Ye Feng and said, "What? My grandfather said that a miracle-working doctor who has been cultivating in the mountains for many years is coming to my place to gain experience. Where is the old magic doctor? Is it you?"

Hu Yaoming couldn't help looking Ye Feng up and down.

He was only about 20 years old, with red lips and white teeth. He was extremely young. Although his clothes were ordinary, he looked very energetic. On his white and handsome face, his eyes were even more bright.

"That's right. I'm the 'Old Miracle-working Doctor'!" Ye Feng said with a smile. "There's a box of luggage outside the door. Go, carry it in for me. I want the biggest one in the bedroom. Don't eat too much for three meals a day. I brought the tea leaves myself, but you have to prepare the best spring water for me. I don't want to drink the tea brewed in the hot water!"

As Ye Feng spoke, he walked towards the clinic with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Hey, hey, stop there. What are you talking about? Do you want the biggest bedroom? Where did you get the kid? Have you grown up? How dare you come here to pretend to be a miracle doctor? If you don't ask around, who dares to talk to me like this on Vine Street?" Hu Yaoming just recovered. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted angrily.

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear and walked to the side of the hospital bed with his hands clasped behind his back. He leaned over and glanced at the female patient who was groaning non-stop. He asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The female patient in the hospital bed, who was holding a infusion bottle, turned her head to look at Ye Feng and said weakly, "Sad me!"

"Are you still hanging cold water here after the pain?" Ye Feng asked with a frown.

"Hu San said that I may have inflammation in my uterus, so he wants to use it to stop the inflammation." The female patient's face was pale and she said feebly.

Ye Feng looked at Hu San in surprise and asked, "Wasn't it you who gave her a shot? Isn't your Hu family a Chinese medicine practitioner for generations?"

"Yes, what's wrong with traditional Chinese medicine? Who said that traditional Chinese medicine can't be used to cure people? I'm a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine!" Hu San straightened his neck, blinked his eyes, and said with little confidence.

Ye Feng looked at Hu San and shook his head. "The name your grandfather gave you is really right."

"Of course, Hu Yao is famous! Grandpa hopes that I can invite the whole family to make a name for myself." Hu San pointed at his nose with his thumb and said proudly.

"I think you are talking nonsense!" Ye Feng pulled down the infusion bottle in a few moves, and then helped the patient sit up carefully.

"Hey, why did you pull out the infusion bottle? You, you are not a doctor, are you? I can tell you that there is an acquaintance in the police station." Hu San's face changed slightly, and he took out his mobile phone with a fierce look.

Ye Feng ignored him, but he didn't stop. He put his left hand on the 17th vertebra of the female patient's back. He pressed it gently and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts!" The female patient screamed in a low voice.

Ye Feng didn't say anything. He took out a silver needle as if he was performing a magic trick. Then, he flicked his finger slightly.

Then, Hu San saw a magical scene.

The silver needle in Ye Feng's right hand was shot out at an extremely fast speed. It flew one or two feet away and pierced precisely into the female patient's 17's spine. It was exactly the same.

"What, what kind of technique is this?" Hu San was so shocked that he staggered.

"You won't understand even if I tell you!" Ye Feng said without even raising his head.

"How can I not understand? Our Hu family has been a Chinese medicine practitioner for generations." Hu San was too ashamed to continue, and his old face was a little red.

Ye Feng glanced at him and said with a smile, "This is a flying needle technique created by my master."

"Unfettered Flying Needle? It turns out that you can also put the needle in this way!" Hu San blinked his eyes and suddenly felt itchy in his heart.

In just a short while, Ye Feng had already twisted the end of the needle nine times. Then, he suddenly pulled out the silver needle and lowered his head to ask the female patient, "How is it? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Before the female patient could speak, Hu San burst into laughter. "F*ck, do you think you are Hua Tuo's second life? That's the pain, second only to the pain of having a child. She has to suffer five days of pain every time. Can you stop the pain with a needle? Oh my god, the ignorant are not afraid. Young people dare to think about it, laugh to death..."

However, before Hu San could finish his words, the female patient had already touched her belly in confusion. She stood up and tried to walk a few steps. Then, her face was full of surprise and surprise. She said loudly, "It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Cough, cough, cough." Before Hu San could finish his sentence, he was choked in his throat and coughed violently.

"Hu San, it really doesn't hurt anymore." The female patient shook Hu San's arm excitedly, her face full of disbelief. "I was in so much pain just now. What's going on?"

Hu San even forgot to cough. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the lively female patient as if he had seen a ghost.

Ye Feng saw their surprised expressions, but he shook his head. He took the needles and walked to Hu San's table while muttering to himself, "Shouldn't traditional Chinese medicine in the secular world fall to such a state?"

Ye Feng walked to Hu San's table in a few steps, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote down a prescription. He said to Hu San, who was stunned, "Have you had enough? If you have, come and get the medicine!"

"Ah? Hey!" Hu San felt so shocked that his brain was buzzing. At first, he saw the flying needles, and then he felt the pain. He was in a trance. Then he ran over mechanically, took Ye Feng's prescription, and took three pills in a daze.

Then, he held it in front of Ye Feng and said, "Got it!"

"Why are you giving it to me? Give it to the patient!" Ye Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The female patient had already followed them. When she heard this, she hurriedly reached out to take the three bags of medicine.

"The fire boiled, the fire boiled for twenty minutes, drank twice a day, took three days in total." Ye Feng briefly explained the issue of taking the medicine.

"Okay, okay, okay! Come back in three days?" The female patient carefully picked up the medicine bag and asked eagerly.

"You don't have to come again! After eating these three pills, you'll be completely fine. In the future, don't be stained with cold water, don't drink cold water, and don't ask for cold water from this scoundrel!" Ye Feng angrily instructed.

When the female patient heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled embarrassedly. She thanked Ye Feng repeatedly. Then, she took out a small handbag and asked, "Little doctor, how much is it?"

"Ask him!" Ye Feng pointed at Hu San.

"Forget it, forget it. Hurry up and leave!" Hu San waved his hand at the female patient. His old eyes stared at Ye Feng as if he was afraid that Ye Feng would run away.

Hearing this, the female patient was pleasantly surprised. "Really? Brother Hu? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, Little Miracle-working Doctor!"

After that, she twisted her waist and walked away happily. She didn't expect that she was still in great pain five minutes ago.

Ye Feng flicked the ash on the chair and sat down on the seat of Mr. Hu. He looked at Mr. Hu with a smile and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"How did you do it?" Hu San put his hands on the table, his eyes shining, and asked anxiously.

"What did you do?" Ye Feng said with a deliberate smile.

"A needle can relieve the pain! What's more, the needle was stuck in the back and on the acupuncture point that has nothing to do with the belly. How did you do it?" Hu San's eyes were shining like a hungry wolf.

"It's a shot to relieve pain, not to stop pain! There's a big difference between pain and pain!" Ye Feng corrected Hu San's words. "Who told you that the acupuncture point has nothing to do with the stomach? The human body itself is an inseparable whole, and there's nothing that has nothing to do with it. The pain meridian is a cold and condensed palace, which belongs to the yin. The foreign acupuncture point I pierced belongs to the yang, from the yang to the yin, and from the yin to the yang. Naturally, it has a miraculous effect. Isn't it incredible?"

"So that's how it is! I thought you used some legendary ancient needle technique." Hu San's eyes flashed and he sighed.

"A minor problem like this is worth me using the ancient needle technique?" Ye Feng shook his head and chuckled.

Hearing this, Hu San rubbed his chin for a long time. Finally, he looked up and asked Ye Feng, "Are you really the miracle-working doctor mentioned by my grandfather?"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, disdaining to answer his question. He pointed to the door and said, "Nonsense! The luggage is outside. Hurry up and move it in!"

"Okay!" Hu San cheered.

With such a little miracle-working doctor around, the spring of the apricot forest was not far away!