"Master Qingsong should just focus on recuperating. You should change your bad habit of speaking carelessly in the future!"
Ji Yuan was silent for a while before he answered a question that was irrelevant to the question.
Taoist Qingsong also nodded quickly and understood the situation. He guessed that the sentence he just asked could be summarized as "talking casually".
"I've made a note of it. I'll pay attention to it next time. I'll choose the good things to say and not the bad things. I'll say what I should say and not what I shouldn't say..."
The Taoist boy Qi Wen moved his mouth but in the end no words came out.
Ji Yuan sighed softly, Taoist Qingsong's words sounded somewhat familiar.
"The tea is here~~"
The pharmacy waiter came back in a hurry again. This time, it was the Taoist boy Qi Wen who took the bowl of water and carefully fed his master water.
Hearing that the patient had woken up, the old doctor from the outer hall also came in.
He stood by the bed and carefully looked at Taoist Qingsong's facial expression and took his pulse before he was sure that the man's life was truly safe.
"Your illness is really strange. It seems like a heart attack caused by rage, but it's quite different. Your life is saved, but your body will probably be weak for a year or so. You'll need to take medicine during this period!"
"It's good that my life can be saved, it's good that my life can be saved... Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor!"
Taoist Qingsong, who had already felt much better, thanked the doctor repeatedly. The doctor smiled, then walked out of the inner hall in a very happy mood.
Ji Yuan asked the two Taoists to have a good rest and followed the old doctor to the outer hall.
When he got outside, he first praised and thanked the doctor again, then took the initiative to use small change to pay the medical fees, and then asked the old doctor to prescribe medicine.
While the old doctor's two apprentices were weighing silver and dispensing medicine according to the prescription, Ji Yuan also chatted with this doctor with extraordinary medical skills. In addition to talking about Taoist Qingsong's condition, they also talked about things that Ji Yuan himself cared about.
"What? You want to heal your eyes? Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
This doctor named Qin Zizhou, who is said to be famous in the area and is 93 years old, was a little surprised when he heard Ji Yuan say that his eyesight was not good. The previous treatment must have been perfect, and Ji Yuan had not made any mistakes. Now he was telling him that his eyesight was not good
"That's right, my vision is extremely blurry, and my daily routine is inconvenient!"
Originally, Ji Yuan had basically placed his hope on cultivating immortality to cure his eye problems, but this old doctor was almost worthy of the name of a miracle doctor among the people, which made him want to see a doctor.
"I didn't notice it just now. Come on, let me take a closer look at your eyes."
So Ji Yuan hurriedly walked to the counter, got close to the old man, endured the pain and opened his eyes as wide as possible so that the latter could see his bright eyes.
The old man stretched out his finger and waved it in front of Ji Yuan's eyes, his eyes closely watching the changes in Ji Yuan's eyes, but it seemed as if he only saw the surface of an ancient well.
"Hiss... Young man, I have been practicing medicine for more than 70 years, and I have never seen anyone like you. Can you really see blurry shadows?"
Ji Yuan frowned and closed his eyes slightly, then restored them to a half-open state, and did not answer the old doctor's question, but the latter spoke frankly.
"Your eyes are not bad at all, you are blind!"
Even though he had already speculated this, it was at this moment that Ji Yuan truly confirmed the fact that he was blind.
'So, my blurred vision doesn't come from my eyes, or maybe my eyes may look blind to ordinary people, but in reality, they are not.'
While Ji Yuan was thinking, the old man became interested.
"Come on, young man, since you said you can see some blurry images, can I try to give you a few needles to test it? Don't worry, the eyes are the vital part of the human body, I will be very careful when giving you the needles!"
Ji Yuan didn't hesitate at all, there was nothing to worry about.
"Okay! Please give me the acupuncture!"
The old man stroked his beard and nodded, took out a set of silver needles that he had just put away from the counter, and then pointed to the chair next to the counter.
"Please sit still, lean your head against the back of the chair, and lie on your back. Don't move."
After Ji Yuan finished doing what he was told, the old man stood in front of him holding a silver needle.
Looking at the shining silver needle right in front of him, Ji Yuan, who originally didn't think it was a big deal, suddenly felt a little pressured.
"I'll try to prick one of your acupuncture points first. Turn your head to the side to expose the area below your ear."
After Ji Yuan got into the right position, the old man held the silver needle and concentrated on piercing the Mingmu acupoint. As soon as the needle tip touched Ji Yuan's skin, the old man felt a strange resistance.
The entire silver needle actually began to vibrate at a high frequency, making it impossible for the old man to control his needle-holding skills even if he was as steady as a rock.
"Buzz...hiss"
The silver needle flashed, brushed the old man's finger skin, shot upward with the needle tail facing upwards, and penetrated into the beam to a depth of a finger.
"Hiss..."
Doctor Qin's right thumb and index finger were trembling slightly, and blood was already oozing out.
"Doctor Qin, are you okay?"
Ji Yuan, who had already realized something was wrong, stood up immediately.
"Nothing serious, nothing serious... I didn't expect that I couldn't even get a needle in. Could this be the protective Qi of a skilled warrior?"
As the old man spoke, he looked at his fingers and then raised his head.
I'm afraid not!
In fact, Ji Yuan had not put up any resistance at all, and even the spiritual energy in his body was restrained and stable. But at the moment when the silver needle was about to pierce the acupuncture point, suddenly mountains and rivers appeared in his mind, and a black spot flashed in the illusion in his heart.
By the time Ji Yuan reacted, the needle had already flown and injured someone.
"Doctor Qin, let's not try it."
"Oh, that's a pity!"
Seeing the regretful look on the old man's face, Ji Yuan was also quite impressed. Perhaps only because he had maintained this kind of excited attitude towards treating difficult and complicated diseases for more than 70 years, he had achieved his current medical skills.
After chatting with the old man for a few more words, Ji Yuan said no more and returned to the inner hall carrying the medicine that had already been packed by the apprentice in the pharmacy.
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It was not suitable to move the patient that night, so Doctor Qin asked Taoist Qingsong and his apprentice to stay in the pharmacy for one night, while Ji Yuan found an inn and spent a long time washing up.
When he came to the pharmacy again the next day, the dirty and sloppy man had a completely new look. He had become a upright, gentle and elegant man with a great demeanor. All the shop assistants in the pharmacy were shocked. Only Doctor Qin remained calm.
And during another casual chat, Ji Yuan learned that Doctor Tong from Ning'an County was actually an apprentice of Doctor Qin, and was highly praised by Doctor Qin for his talent.
After Ji Yuan said that he was half Ning'an County, the old man was quite surprised and kept asking "Xiao Tong" whether he often mentioned him.
Given the situation in Jizhou, and the fact that the two places are nearly 200 miles apart and the terrain is rugged, it is not easy for an old man in his 90s to see his favorite student.
This question made Ji Yuan feel very embarrassed. After all, he had only met Doctor Tong Xian a few times. But as far as Ji Yuan knew, it seemed that Doctor Tong hardly ever mentioned his teacher.
Ji Yuan could only give a slightly far-fetched answer: "Of course, of course..."
What he was thinking was: 'Doctor Tong... I have repaid you for saving the little fox!'
. . .
It was already the fifth day of May, and Ji Yuan couldn't really stay here and wait for Taoist Qingsong to recover. He estimated that he would be unable to get out of bed for some time, and even if he could, it would be best for him to rest under the supervision of Doctor Qin for half a year.
So all Ji Yuan could do was to try his best to help the master and disciple settle down, carefully transfer Taoist Qingsong to the inn, and pinch off a few small pieces from his gold ingot, knead them into a dozen small golden beans and give them to Qi Wen, and leave a little bit of silver, so that the master and disciple would not have to worry about food, lodging and medical expenses.
Before leaving, Ji Yuan solemnly instructed Qi Wen to keep an eye on Taoist Qingsong and that it would be best if he never told fortunes for others in his life. If he really couldn't help it, he could go to the temple to interpret the lots for people, and it would be best if he only interpreted the lots for marriage.
Although Qi Wen agreed solemnly and firmly, and Taoist Qingsong himself also made many promises, Ji Yuan had no idea how effective it would be.
Ji Yuan had thought about whether he would be able to help Taoist Qingsong extend his life in the future, so he specifically asked about the location of Duyun Temple, but he had to make sure this guy didn't kill himself before that.
Until they parted, both sides tacitly agreed not to mention any identity issues. As for the skill of fortune-telling, Ji Yuan had thought about learning it, but on the one hand, his heart was not in it, and on the other hand, this dispensable skill seemed a little too dangerous. It's better to put it aside. Who knows, fortune-telling may be part of the method of cultivating immortals.