“Master~~! Master~~~~~!”
The Taoist boy Qi Wen suddenly panicked and grabbed the Taoist's shoulders, wanting to shake him but not daring to.
"Master!! Master, please don't die, Master! Master, please don't leave me alone! Ah~~~ Wu Master!"
"Ah~~! Someone is vomiting blood!"
"Where is it?" "Over there!"
"Really? There's blood all over the table!"
"Mom, is there anything wrong with the food in this restaurant?"
"Ah!?" "Hiss~~~"
"Don't scare me!"
The entire restaurant lobby was in turmoil, and several waiters and store managers hurried over.
In the end, Ji Yuan reacted the fastest. Seeing this situation, he temporarily ignored the shock in his heart and thought that the most important thing was to get the patient to the hospital quickly.
"Young Taoist Priest Qi Wen, your master is not dead yet! Hurry up and lend a hand. I will carry your master to find a doctor!"
"Oh, yes, yes, find a doctor, find a doctor!"
Ji Yuan kicked away the bench next to him, saying that he was asking the young Taoist to lend a hand, but in fact he lifted up the limp body of Taoist Qingsong with his own hands, tapped several major acupoints on Taoist Qingsong's body, then quickly turned his back and squatted slightly, allowing him to lie on his back.
"Hey, dear guests, please be patient, please be patient. The food in this restaurant is absolutely safe, there will be no problem!"
The shopkeeper was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He retreated to the corner while trying to comfort other customers.
"What's wrong with this guest? He..."
"Boss! Human life is at stake. Please tell me where is the clinic nearby?"
The shopkeeper looked at the red-stained table worriedly and answered while wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.
"Go out and turn left, then turn right at the street corner. There is an Anren Pharmacy at the end of the street!"
"Thank you very much. Don't panic, everyone in the hall. This Taoist priest was hungry for too long and ate too hastily, which caused his old illness to relapse. It has nothing to do with the food in Huikelou! Shopkeeper, I'm sorry to bother you. I don't want the change for this table!"
After saying this at a very fast speed, Ji Yuan turned to Taoist Qi Wen and said:
"Little Taoist priest, remember to follow!"
Before the young Taoist priest could understand the meaning of this sentence, Ji Yuan had already taken a step forward, pushed aside a few diners around him, and walked through the store door to the street.
"Ahh! Wait for me!"
Taoist boy Qi Wen hurriedly followed, but after he walked out of the shop, he saw that Ji Yuan and his master had already reached the street corner. He was so scared that he chased after them desperately.
Ji Yuan didn't use any physical skills, but he still ran very fast. He ran very fast with the person on his back as if there was no weight on him, and his thoughts did not stop.
This Taoist Qingsong was surprisingly so accurate in his predictions, especially since he vomited blood right after he finished. It was obvious that his body simply couldn't bear the result of the fortune-telling. To be precise, it couldn't bear to speak out the result of the fortune-telling. This also indirectly shows his ability in fortune-telling.
The thought of 'leaking the secret' also flashed through Ji Yuan's mind.
But it is obvious that this Taoist Qingsong can only be considered to be physically strong at best. He is essentially just an ordinary person who doesn't even know martial arts. So, do all the fortune tellers with some ability in this world have such ability, or is Taoist Qingsong particularly strong
Even if it was Ji Yuan's previous life, fortune-telling can sometimes be quite mysterious. Capable fortune-tellers can predict many things very accurately, and I think the same is true in this world.
Ji Yuan didn't think any more about it. The most urgent task now was to save the man. After all, it was because of fortune-telling that the other party ended up in this state. It was not worth exchanging a life for a meal!
Even with the input of spiritual energy, the Taoist Qingsong on his back was still barely able to breathe and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"Don't really die!"
. . .
This time, finding a doctor to save the patient was much smoother than the last time when he asked the doctor to save the fox. When Ji Yuan rushed into Anren Pharmacy and shouted for the doctor to save the patient, the old doctor inside hurried over to diagnose the patient.
With the help of the shop assistants, Taoist Qingsong Qi Xuan was put on the bed in the inner hall, and Taoist Master Qi Wen also arrived at the medicine hall panting shortly afterwards.
In the inner hall of Anren Pharmacy, the old doctor frowned as he felt the pulse and rolled his eyelids to look at his eyes.
"Doctor, my master..."
"Shh! Young Taoist priest, don't disturb the doctor while he's treating the patient!"
The old doctor looked at Qi Wen and then at Ji Yuan.
"This Taoist priest is weak in vitality due to lack of Qi and blood. A martial arts master sealed his major acupuncture points with acupuncture. He also seems to have taken some life-extending tonic to help him survive until now. I plan to give acupuncture a try with the help of medicinal smoke. Anyone who knows martial arts and acupuncture points, come and help me!"
"Doctor, just give me help, I'm here to help you!"
Ji Yuan quickly stepped forward.
"Well, take off his clothes, and everyone else should leave. Mu'er, prepare the wormwood fumigation, and Ru'er, bring me my sets of silver needles!"
…
Soon, only a few people in charge of medical treatment were left in the inner hall of Anren Pharmacy, and Qi Wen was taken to the outer hall by one of the old doctor's shop assistants.
The doctor, who was in his seventies, held the silver needle with a sharp look in his eyes. He didn't even look at Ji Yuan, but gave orders in a strong voice.
"Press his acupuncture points and seal his three burners. Don't let him lose his breath! I'm going to give him acupuncture!"
"good!"
Ji Yuan also had sweat on his forehead, and his nervousness was no less than the last time he fought the giant snake. His fingers turned into phantoms and tapped Taoist Qingsong repeatedly.
The old doctor then inserted needles to stimulate the acupuncture points that Ji Yuan had already pointed at. After each stage, the apprentice next to him would come up and apply moxa.
After half an hour, Taoist Qingsong had been pricked by the silver needles like a hedgehog.
"Sir, wait for me to remove the silver needles. Please inject some Qi into him to protect his heart meridians!"
"Um!"
Ji Yuan had no time to wipe the sweat off his face. While the old doctor and his apprentice were all paying attention to Taoist Qingsong, he performed a small water-avoiding technique. All the sweat on his face and body flowed backwards, gathered together and seeped out from under his feet.
After removing the silver needle and supplying qi, another half a quarter of an hour passed. Now the old doctor kept pressing Taoist Qingsong's back with both hands. He was in his seventies or eighties, and was covered in sweat, but his hands never stopped.
"This doctor is even better than Doctor Tong from Ning'an!"
This is Ji Yuan’s evaluation of him in his heart.
…
The entire rescue process lasted for an hour in total and was far more difficult and complicated than the last time he rescued the red fox. Ji Yuan felt as if he had personally experienced a major surgery in the future.
Taoist Qingsong was lying on the bed at this time. Although his breath was still weak, at least it could be seen that his breathing had stabilized.
"Huh... I thought he couldn't be saved. It seems that the inner strength of the martial arts masters is indeed magical. Doctors should practice it too!"
The old doctor was so tired that he sat down on a chair beside him, wiping the sweat off his face and sighing.
Ji Yuan did not point out the old doctor's misunderstanding. After all, if a doctor really learned internal skills, although it is not as good as spiritual energy, it is also helpful in treating diseases. There are even many people in the martial arts world who are skilled in both medicine and martial arts.
"Doctor, how long will it take for him to wake up?"
"I'm not sure, but for now, we can't let the wind in. We can't let him get infected with wind evil, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain. Let's wait for a while."
"Um!"
. . .
It was already evening, in the inner hall of Anren Pharmacy, the unconscious Taoist Qingsong was covered with a thin quilt and sandalwood was lit beside him.
Ji Yuan, Qi Wen and a pharmacy clerk stayed by the side, while the old doctor took a nap and then continued to watch the shop outside.
When Taoist Qingsong slowly woke up, the first thing he saw was the roof beams of the inner hall.
"Oh...water...water..."
Taoist Qingsong made a hoarse sound, which cheered up the three people who were waiting.
"I'll get it!"
The shop assistant immediately got up to get the qi-replenishing tea that had been prepared long ago and was warm, while Qi Wen grabbed the bedside with tears in his eyes.
"Master... wuwu... I told you not to talk nonsense... wuwu..."
The shop assistant hurried over with a bowl of tea, leaned over the bed and lifted up Taoist Qingsong's head.
"The water is coming, the water is coming!"
"Come on, be careful, drink slowly!"
After drinking a bowl of warm water, Taoist Qingsong felt much better, as if he was alive again. He patted his crying disciple and turned to look at Ji Yuan who was silent.
"Oh... I finally understand... what it means to predict one's fate without knowing it... I guess I didn't predict the master's death, but my own death..."
Ji Yuan bowed apologetically.
"I'm sorry that Mr. Tired has ended up like this..."
Being able to speak proves that his life is saved. Ji Yuan also made a joke when he said this.
"I guess the Taoist priest will not want to take a closer look at Ji's face and palms."
Taoist Qingsong raised his left arm tremblingly and looked at his palm. There was a faint blood line running across half of his palm.
"No... when I just woke up... I took a close look at Mr.'s face..."
After these words were spoken, even Ji Yuan was stunned for a moment, not to mention the little Taoist boy. This guy really never learns his lesson!
"Little doctor, I still want to drink some water, can you please pour me another bowl?"
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
The pharmacy waiter, who seemed a little confused by what he heard just now, grabbed the clay bowl and ran away.
As soon as he left, Taoist Qingsong turned his attention back to Ji Yuan.
"Uh-huh... Huh... Sir, your face is hard to read. The more I look at it, the more confused I feel. I guess the same is true for your palms... Sir... You, are you not a mortal?"
The little Taoist boy Qi Wen looked at Ji Yuan in astonishment, and the latter's eyebrows jumped.