Min Sixing was really terminally ill, his face was covered with red herpes, blood blisters swelled up one by one, some of them were broken, and the translucent blood flowed out, probably because he was afraid of sticking to the wound, all his clothes were removed. Exhausted, Lu Yuan looked like a bloody man.
Xiao Fengwu covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief. He rolled his eyes with the bloody smell. He stretched out two fingers to lift the thin jacket on Min Sixing's body. He spread it out and tied a knot behind his head, covering most of his face, and then he took the pulse for Min Sixing.
The pulse was weak, and the air was like a gossamer. Xiao Fengwu broke his mandible and found that his jaw was tightly closed. He couldn't feed the medicine at all. Forcing it in was afraid that it would flood his throat. The servant said: "Go and mix the medicinal materials on the first recipe, then grind them into a fine powder, about 20 catties, add water to the medicinal materials on the second recipe, boil it into a paste, bring it to him and apply it on his body. , and then prepare silver needles, and the charcoal stove will burn vigorously, and I will bring them over when I need them."
Min Sixing's index finger was already swollen and purple, Xiao Fengwu picked up a silver needle and stabbed half an inch at the fingertip.
The silver needle was pulled out, and the needle was black.
Xiao Fengwu changed the knife and made a small incision on Min Sixing's index finger, and squeezed it hard. After a while, some blood came out, black and sticky, and it couldn't fall off when it touched the finger. Xiao Fengwu wiped it with a handkerchief, and then Continue to squeeze until you see a little normal blood red before stopping.
Min Shangshan used all the servants in the house, and the powder and ointment were boiled in a short time. Xiao Fengwu pulled out the thirty-six needles from Min Sixing's body one by one, and then motioned the servants to apply the medicine: "Apply the ointment all over the body, and the blood bubbles will form. All the broken places will be wiped off.”
He was disgusting himself, leaning his back against the bedpost without looking at it.
The servant was afraid that the disease would be passed on to another person, so he was trembling when applying the medicine, and he didn't dare to breathe.
Xiao Fengwu opened the bag of powdered medicine, and then poured it into the charcoal basin one by one: "Bring the charcoal basin over, put it under the bed, use a fan to fan it vigorously, and put the four corners of the room to raise the temperature."
I have never seen such a strange method of treatment since ancient times. Although the servants felt strange in their hearts, they had to do it. Everyone was sweating profusely with a fan. .
Gradually, white smoke came out of the room, choking people to tears, as if they were on fire, the bald old man covered his face with his sleeves and looked at Xiao Fengwu angrily: "What strange tricks, are you taking human life as a joke? ?!"
Xiao Fengwu folded his arms and stared at him with a half-smiling smile: "You immortal, keep your mouth shut, my own father didn't say anything, what are you doing here as the third grandson, why, can't wait to see my patriarch? "
The bald old man has some reputation in Yan City, and he has countless disciples. He was scolded like this by pointing his nose, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.
Min Shangshan was a little bit tolerant, he didn't speak, just stared at the movement in the room.
Xiao Fengwu walked to Qin Mingyue's side, pulled him to sit on the ground, and then, not too dirty, lay down on the ground with his legs on his back, closed his eyes and said, "Call me when it's almost dawn."
Qin Mingyue pulled a grass from the ground, circled it twice around her fingertips, and responded perfunctorily.
The bald old man was even more disgusted when he saw this: "I don't know shame!"
Qin Mingyue raised her eyes when she heard the words, and hooked her lips slightly: "We haven't taken off our clothes, so we don't have any sense of shame, old man, are you still a boy? Not even a single incense."
People who are inferior, say the words of inferior nine, Qin Mingyue has never experienced anything bad in these years, and is afraid of a bad old man.
Xiao Fengwu listened to the two of them fighting each other, turned his head with a sullen smile, and said to Qin Mingyue, "You tell me whether these people are bad or not, at this point, we both go to bed with warm blankets."
Qin Mingyue stared at him and said gloomily, "You're not much better."
Xiao Fengwu leaned into his arms for life, and didn't take it seriously: "I'm not bad, you don't love me."
It was not long before dawn, and the sound of a clapper could be heard not far away. The room was as hot as a steamer.
Min Shangshan was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, already looking a little anxious. From time to time, he would glance at Xiao Fengwu with a sullen face. Qin Mingyue saw that the sky was already pale, and she was a little anxious, so she hurriedly woke Xiao Fengwu.
"Wake up, it's dawn."
Xiao Fengwu didn't sleep much at first, but he opened his eyes when he heard this, and sat up from the ground with a sigh, Qin Mingyue patted him off the grass clippings and dust and mud on his body: "Come in and have a look, the room is full of smoke. It's smoking, don't go wrong."
Xiao Fengwu only said: "Wait for me here."
All the doctors headed by the bald old man Li Simiao stared at Xiao Fengwu's every move, all shaking their heads and laughing: "Boy, you are talking wildly, but you put yourself in, the sky is breaking, and the chickens are about to croak."
Xiao Fengwu ignored it, pushed the door and went in, a heat wave came from the shop, and there were four housekeepers fanning their fans, sweating profusely, all of them seemed like they were fished out of water.
Min Sixing was lying on the bed, but he still didn't react at all. The black ointment on his body was dry and crusted. When he touched it lightly, it shattered and fell down. Xiao Fengwu picked up a white handkerchief and wiped off the dregs on his wrist. , then closed his eyes and took the pulse. After a while, he opened his eyes and put a needle between his eyebrows and throat: "Continue fanning and burn all the medicinal residues."
After speaking, he didn't go out, so he found a place to sit not far away, leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and tapped regularly with his fingertips on his knees.
Time passed by, and the sky was white with fish belly. The thick ink sky gradually became lighter. The dawn poured from the clouds. Everyone's spirits could not help but be lifted.
The difference is that the bald old man was excited, Qin Mingyue was nervous, Min Shangshan looked ugly, looked through the window and found that Min Sixing was still motionless, while Xiao Fengwu leaned on the chair and seemed to fall asleep, and finally became furious and led someone to push him. Enter the door.
The air in the early morning was cold, the door suddenly opened, and a burst of cold air came in. The sweaty servants couldn't help shivering. Xiao Fengwu also had sweat on his head, but it was hot. He used the handkerchief slowly. Wipe it down, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Min Shangshan's teeth were almost crushed, and he said with hatred, "Xiao Fengwu!"
Xiao Fengwu is still in a hurry: "Here."
The bald old man smiled gloomily: "Quack doctor hurts people, Master Min, what nonsense are you talking about with this madman, just tie it up and send it to the yamen."
The servants outside also crowded into the window to watch the excitement. Xiao Fengwu opened his eyes, got up from the chair, and said to the bald old man: "I really want to twist your tongue, more long-winded than a mother-in-law."
The bald old man sneered: "Struggling to the death! The old man doesn't care about the dead."
Xiao Fengwu lifted the corner of his robe and sat beside the bed, took Min Sixing's pulse, and then pulled out the silver needle between his eyebrows. Just as he was about to move the needle in his throat, he didn't know what to think. Hand: "Oh, my hand is shaking, Li Simiao, how about you come to help pull this needle out?"
Li Simiao is the bald old man. He was stunned at first, and then smiled disdainfully: "If he can't cure himself, he wants to harm the old man? Daydreaming."
A few old men next to him also laughed, and after seeing Min Shangshan's face, they all stopped again.
Xiao Fengwu patted his knee: "Li Simiao, what are you afraid of? It's just pulling a needle, but it won't kill anyone. Well, it's my fault if I kill you."
Li Simiao had a deceitful intuition and was unwilling to speak up, but Min Shangshan pulled him out and pushed him forward: "Pull the needle!"
Li Simiao was the in-house doctor of the Min family's Qianjintang. He was grabbed by the collar and immediately complained. Xiao Fengwu got up, brushed his sleeves, and made a gesture of invitation with a smile: "Please."
The throat is the death point of the human body, and the slightest mistake will kill him. Li Simiao calmed down and pulled out the needle without hesitation. Min Sixing suddenly opened his eyes, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Li Simiao was unprepared, sprayed all over his face, and froze immediately.
Min Sixing crouched beside the bed, coughing continuously, the medicine shell on his body shattered and fell due to the violent movement, visible to the naked eye, the blood blisters disappeared, Min Shangshan stepped forward with great joy: "Son! You are awake! "
The mouth that Min Sixing vomited was poisonous blood, and the stench was unpleasant. Xiao Fengwu saw Li Simiao's eyes widened, his chest heaving, like a toad.
Qin Mingyue was blocked and couldn't get in just now. She looked through the window and saw the whole process. Seeing this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiao Fengwu: "If you're cured, let's go quickly. I'm not at ease staying here for a moment."
Xiao Fengwu rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and slowly leaned over, suddenly he was caught off guard and gave a loud kiss on the face, Qin Mingyue was startled, but when he saw him leaning against the arch of the small courtyard, he slowly shook his head and said: "Now Let's go, thanks to the panic, no hurry."
Qin Mingyue's face was still a little numb, he stroked his face with his hands, stunned for a moment, then gave Xiao Fengwu a sideways glance, and stood aside with a smile that was not a smile, without making a sound.
Dr. Shen was the first to leave. He was the only one who didn’t push his illness to witchcraft. After seeing enough of the excitement, he happily walked out with his medicine box on his back, and said to Xiao Fengwu, “It’s really a generation that is better than a generation. The generation is strong, Young Master Xiao is young and talented, the old man admires it, and dares to ask for advice, what kind of stubborn disease is this, how can it be unheard of?”
"This is a red lotus sore. I used to listen to the elders chatting at home, and then I realized that ordinary people will not suffer from this disease, or the Min family is lucky." Xiao Fengwu sneered, and then handed over to Doctor Shen: "You always walk slowly."
Doctor Shen stretched his waist: "It's easy to talk."
Another old man followed behind and tried to get in the way, but Xiao Fengwu raised his long legs and blocked the door. He smiled and looked at the old man without saying a word. Reminder: "What are you doing, still not calling me ancestors?"
Almost forgot about this one.
Xiao Fengwu held a brick in his hand, and threw it at once, "You can call if you don't want to. Let me take a picture, and this matter is over."
The other party took a deep breath when he heard the words, Xiao Fengwu, this ruthless boy, is he still alive if he shoots a brick
After struggling for a moment between face and life, the old man simply chose the latter, covered his face with his sleeves, and cupped his hands together, saying, "Disciple Kang Jiming, I have seen the patriarch."
Xiao Fengwu lowered his legs and raised his chin slightly: "Well, let's go."
With the first person to take the lead, there are not many hard bones behind, especially the bricks in Xiao Fengwu's hand, which were thrown like a hurricane.
"Disciple Gongsun Qi, I have seen the ancestors."
"Disciple Fan Yong, I have seen the ancestors."
"Disciple Sun Shaozu, I have seen the patriarch."
The servants and servants of the Min family were all gathered around, looking at this rare sight of a century, a bunch of old men bowed their heads and bowed, respectfully bowing to a young man as a junior, calling him Patriarch.
The only thing that didn't move was Li Simiao. His face was gloomy, the blood stains on his face had been washed away, and his beard was automatically without wind. He said coldly, "This old man would rather take this brick."
Xiao Fengwu lowered his eyes and asked, "Really?"
Li Simiao: "Naturally."
"Snapped!"
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Fengwu slapped a brick without warning, and the brick fell into two halves.
Xiao Fengwu clapped the ashes on his hands: "I really dare not touch you."