"I'll prepare a pair of antidote potions." Wang Yao said.
"Oh, that's such a blessing. I get to see my little friend again." Mr. Sang said happily after hearing this.
There happened to be a few "detoxification grass" plants in Wang Yao's storage grid.
A separate room,
A bowl of ordinary hot water,
A few blades of grass as green as jade,
Dissolves like water,
A medicine, very simple.
Wang Yao carried such a bowl of clear water to the bedside.
"Give him a drink."
Mr. Sang glanced at the bowl of clear water, his eyes full of expectation.
After taking the medicine, the patient's body began to tremble slightly.
"How is this going?"
"Don't rush."
Vomiting, the patient lying on the bed vomited. Because he could not get up and was not prepared, the vomit that exuded a fishy smell splashed all over.
"This is?"
"It's because part of the poison in him was expelled." Mr. Sang said, he was now more and more curious about Wang Yao's identity.
Which lineage of descendants is actually able to prepare such an amazingly effective medicine? Is it the lineage of the "King of Medicine" that has been lost for a long time and is just a legendary one
The patient's body gradually returned to calm.
"Let me see."
Mr. Sang checked the patient's pulse and then unbuttoned the patient's clothes.
There were many bruises on the body of the unconscious old Mr. Zhou. If you look carefully, they seemed to be fist prints and palm prints.
Looking at this scene, Wang Yao had a better understanding of the "martial arts" and "jianghu" described by Zhou Xiong just now.
Sang Lao then took out a cloth bag from the medicine box he carried, and when he unfolded it, there was a row of silver needles.
"Acupuncture?!"
Wang Yao's eyes lit up when he saw this.
The medical profession is broad and profound, but its rough separation is nothing more than "diagnosis" and "treatment".
The so-called "diagnosis" means diagnosis, clarifying the condition and determining the cause of the disease, among which there are many techniques such as "look, smell, ask and diagnose".
The so-called "treatment" refers to curing diseases, removing pain, and restoring health. There are more methods, such as massage, acupuncture, medicine, etc. However, the only method Wang Yao has now is "medicine", which is somewhat lacking.
Mr. Sang is very accurate in identifying acupuncture points, but he inserts the needles very slowly. This is not like the description in movies or novels. That’s where the most toxins accumulate. After placing the needle, Mr. Sang still rotated the silver needle from time to time.
Wang Yao was very focused during the whole process. If he wanted to become a real "pharmacist", acupuncture was a skill he must master.
He has firmly memorized the distribution of acupuncture points and veins in the human body in his mind. These aspects are included in the knowledge instilled in him by the system, but the acupuncture techniques and the method of identifying acupoints are not. He has seen several This medical skill is not explained in detail.
As the saying goes, "What you learn on paper is ultimately shallow. If you learn about it, you must act on it."
Knowledge is knowledge and practice is practice. The two complement each other and are indispensable.
After injecting the needle, after waiting for a while, Mr. Sang checked his pulse again, and then began to gradually tighten the needle.
The order of placing the needle and tightening the needle are different.
Acupuncture is a medical skill and a profound knowledge.
This set of medical skills seemed to be quite draining. After Mr. Sang closed the injections, he went to a side room to rest.
"I'm old and my energy is a little low. My little friend, I'll go over and take a rest first."
"good."
Wang Yao stood up and walked him to the door, then returned to the bed and stretched out his hand to check for his pulse.
Sure enough, the effect is much better than just taking the medicine made from the "Poisonous Grass". This acupuncture has its own mystery.
Lianshan County, thousands of miles away.
Wang Mingbao brought the potion prepared by Wang Yao to his uncle's house in the morning.
"Uncle, this is the medicine prepared by Wang Yao. It should be applied externally and taken internally. You can try it and see how it works." Wang Mingbao said.
"Okay, let's try it."
These days, Wang Mingbao's uncle has been suffering from this disease. The malignant sores on his back are like fire and emit a foul smell, which makes him feel uncomfortable all over. He can't sleep at night at all. Various medicines have no effect, and I still have diarrhea all day long, and I feel nauseated no matter what I eat.
"I hope it can be useful." This is the inner prayer of the two couples.
His aunt carefully applied the concoction on her husband. Suddenly, Wang Mingbao's uncle felt a coolness on his back, which was very comfortable. The previous burning feeling was immediately suppressed. This was something he had never experienced before. things.
effective!
He knew immediately that the medicine was working.
"Give me a drink quickly."
The concoction is slightly bitter, pungent and cool in the mouth, and a stream of clear liquid flows into the stomach, and then spreads quickly, and the stomach is also cool.
Both the inside and outside of the body are cool and complement each other.
"How do you feel, uncle?"
"It's much more comfortable." Wang Mingbao's uncle said, "Xiao Yao is really good at it!"
"That's right!" Wang Mingbao said proudly. He felt proud that his buddy was capable.
"Thank you Xiaoyao for me. By the way, how much does this medicine cost?"
"Don't worry about this. I'll forget about it. Don't forget to use medicine to find the solution. I'm leaving."
"Hey, don't be in a hurry to have fun. Let's go after eating, right?"
"No, I still have something to do in the store." Wang Mingbao left in a hurry.
"This kid!" said his aunt.
"Forget it, let him be."
"I don't know why that guy went to Cangzhou, and he went all night." Wang Mingbao was thinking while driving.
Zhoujia Village, Cangzhou.
After waking up, Zhou Youyi was able to speak and take liquid food.
There has been such a big change in less than a day, which makes those who know the truth admire Wang Yao even more.
In addition to treating the disease, Zhou Xiong brought his son over for Wang Yao to diagnose.
"Hello, uncle." Zhou Wukang was also very happy to see Wang Yao again.
"Hello Xiaokang, long time no see."
The diagnosis results were acceptable. His physical condition was better than when he left Lianshan County, but it was limited, especially that arm, and the child further deteriorated.
"Didn't you ask Mr. Sang to look at Xiaokang's illness?" Wang Yao asked. After this brief contact, he could already see that the very kind Mr. Sang was a veritable master of Xinglin with superb medical skills. Although Xiaokang's disease is strange, it should be possible to treat it if you see him where it occurs.
"I asked him to take a look, but it's too late. If he hadn't given the acupuncture treatment, I'm afraid Xiaokang's arm would have been disabled long ago, and his health would have been even worse." Zhou Xiong said.
"It's late, doesn't Mr. Sang always live here?"
"No, although he has a great reputation in Cangzhou and is known as a miracle doctor, he has not been here for a long time. He only comes back here at a fixed time every year. The rest of the time, the dragon has disappeared. In the past two years, he has not been here. It's a little better. In the past few years, I often didn't come back for a whole year," Zhou Xiong said.
"This time my uncle was able to hang himself before you arrived. It's thanks to the fact that his old man happened to be in Cangzhou and he had some friendship with the Zhou family, so he was able to invite him over."
"I think this old gentleman is very kind, right?"
"Yes, he not only has excellent medical skills, but also has higher medical ethics. He used to see patients for free. Now that he is older, although he has less time to see patients, his charges are very low. Some people still don't charge, and he is very good at what he taught. Several disciples also made requests, and many agreed with him," Zhou Xiong said.
"admire!"
Hearing this, Wang Yao sincerely admired that this kind of morality is really rare in today's materialistic society!
In another room, Zhou Ying was talking to Mr. Sang.
"Some time ago, Xiaoxiong and his son went to see that Doctor Wang?"
"yes."
"So, the reason why Xiaokang's baby got better is because of him?" Mr. Sang said.
"Yes." Zhou Xiong simply answered, not saying much more.
"You still talk so little!"
"It's okay." Zhou Ying said.
"That Dr. Wang's medical skills are indeed extraordinary. He is so capable at such a young age that he is much better than my stupid apprentices." Sang Guzi said with a smile.
"You are so humble. Several senior brothers are now famous in Cangzhou, and senior brother Lu is even more powerful." Zhou Ying said.
"He? The provincial capital may not be suitable." Mr. Sang said.
"There is one more thing I need to trouble you with."
"What's up?"
"About Dr. Wang, I hope you can keep it confidential." Zhou Ying said.
"Haha, don't worry, my old man knows this well." Mr. Sang said.
After taking the antidote brewed by Wang Yao and the effect of Mr. Sang's acupuncture, Mr. Zhou Youyi's health seems to be better, but he is still not out of danger, and the toxins in his body have not yet been completely removed. , and his chaotic veins are a big problem. If he is not treated as soon as possible, I am afraid that even if his life is saved, he will become a cripple or a fool.
"Forgive me for asking, does your uncle know the legendary internal energy?"
Wang Yao asked Zhou Xiong curiously, because when he took Mr. Zhou's pulse, he found a vague aura in his body. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since taking the pulse of so many people.
"Yes, the so-called inner strength is inner breath." Zhou Xiong said, "Thanks to this inner breath, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief until Mr. Sang and you."
"Your uncle is also a kung fu master, right?"
"Well, my uncle has been practicing martial arts for nearly sixty years. He has practiced both internal and external skills. He has mastered martial arts and has almost reached the realm of transformation. This time, he wouldn't have been like this if he hadn't been plotted by Xiao Xiao." Zhou Xiong said.
"Aren't they the kind of people who set up a ring when they competed openly and openly?"
"Haha, no." Zhou Xiong said, "The place where the uncle and that man competed was on a mountain peak, and only a few people were watching."
"Then how could someone plot against you?"
"That man used a hidden weapon, a poisonous hidden weapon. Not only the uncle, but several people watching the battle were also injured, but not as seriously as the uncle. By the time we heard the sound and rushed over, it was already too late," Zhou Xiong said.