For the students of Haizhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is a very lucky thing to be able to travel with Mr. Zhou Jinyuan.
First of all, it is very valuable to be able to learn from a master to copy prescriptions and accumulate clinical experience. Secondly, a teacher from the school of pharmacy will be given as a gift to help you review the knowledge of Chinese pharmacy. This is the treatment that can only be enjoyed by following Teacher Zhou.
The teacher of the school of pharmacy is of course Rong Xixue. For today's students, these two teachers are not the sensational teacher-student relationship back then, but just one of the not uncommon dual jobs in the school...
People in different places have different physiques, and the habits of traditional Chinese medicine in different places are also different. Some of them have local characteristics, especially folk herbal medicine.
Zhou Jinyuan now regularly takes the students out for a walk every year, not only to take the students, but also to enrich his knowledge.
There were a total of eight of them on this trip, and they came to a remote mountain village in Pengzhou, where they wanted to go into the mountains to collect a unique local herbal medicine. First took a plane, then chartered a car into the mountain, and finally arrived at Pengshan Village because of the steep mountain road and rode a donkey.
Zhou Jinyuan had contacted the village party secretary here earlier, and he arranged for them to sleep at night, and everyone slept in the villagers' homes.
When we arrived at the place, it was already evening, and it was rare for outsiders to come to the village. The village party secretary warmly received him, and we ate a sumptuous local vegetable meal at his home.
After the meal, Zhou Jinyuan chatted with the village party secretary. With a flashlight, he went to chat with the old people in the village at the request of several people.
There are no street lights here, and the village party secretary's flashlight is not particularly bright. The students all turned on the flashlight function of their mobile phones. Zhou Jinyuan and Rong Xixue also walked hand in hand on the bumpy path.
When passing by a house, the students took photos with their mobile phones and found that the house was a long time ago, resembling the style of the early Republic of China. There was also a writing on the lintel: Farming and Reading House, with beautiful and simple patterns.
Everyone couldn't help but stop. Seeing this, Zhou Jinyuan asked, "Can I enter this house to see the building?"
"This is inconvenient, here..." The village secretary's tone was hesitant, and he seemed a little weird at night when he couldn't see his fingers.
"God, you, did you hear the crying..." a female student said with a pale face, "I seem to..."
Everyone rubbed their goosebumps wildly, "It's so scary!"
"Cough." Zhou Jinyuan coughed, and the students fell silent immediately. He asked the village party secretary, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, the old man in this family is seriously ill and is about to die." The village party secretary said, "I just went to see him in the afternoon, and he has already started to cook the bowl."
This is a local custom. When the patient is about to die, the younger generation should put uncooked rice at their feet when they cook a bowl.
The expression of the people who thought it was scary gradually turned to sadness and sympathy. It turned out that the strange crying was crying for the elders. In the face of life and death, human power is too small.
"What's wrong, have you seen a doctor?" Zhou Jinyuan was silent at first, and then asked.
"I didn't read it, the old man refused to read it, you don't know, he is..." The village party secretary got stuck, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dark. The students all pricked up their ears. Do not go to the doctor.
After a while, the village party secretary whispered, "He offended Jiao Jing."
Zhou Jinyuan: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Zhou Jinyuan asked: "You... believe so?"
"I don't actually believe it. The old people think so." The village party secretary immediately waved his hand and said, "There is a cold pool outside our village, and there are iron pillars next to it, with iron chains dragging. It is said that a celestial master locked Jiao Jing here But after such a long time, the town talisman has loosened a bit, and occasionally the voice of Jiao Jing's long chants can still be heard.
"The old man rushed there when he went there. He couldn't stand it when he was too old. When he came back, he was so tired that he refused to see a doctor. He also said that he had a dream at night, and he dreamed that the jellyfish was killing him, and he couldn't do it now. There was a sorceress in other villages who could collect souls, and I was going to look for it, but she fell and died suddenly last month, and the old man even said that this is fate."
The students' faces wrinkled when they heard it. It's just that they were frightened and sick. The so-called voice of the dragon spirit should be due to the special terrain, the wind blowing, and the natural cause of the animal's cry.
But that superstitious old man suddenly collapsed because of this reason, the will is too important, he himself felt that he was going to die, coupled with the fright, he hurt his internal organs, of course. Now it seems to be on the verge of death, I am afraid there is no way to recover.
"Can we go in and have a look?" Zhou Jinyuan asked.
"Ah?" The village secretary was dumbfounded.
"The person hasn't left yet, so I want to see if there is any rescue." Zhou Jinyuan said seriously, "Since there is still one breath left, I don't want to turn a blind eye."
The village party secretary was actually not familiar with Zhou Jinyuan. He also contacted through the higher authorities, and only knew that they were from the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.
It stands to reason that no one would want to get involved in such a thing, who knew that these people were so good. When Zhou Jinyuan said this, he was also very unwilling to agree in his heart. If something happened, he would not be able to get rid of it.
But Zhou Jinyuan whispered a few words in his ear, and the village party secretary nodded and agreed, "That's good."
Several students were a little panicked, and also had a feeling of turbulence, especially when they heard the teacher say that as long as there is one breath, they will not turn a blind eye. They are still young people after all. The latter feeling immediately overwhelmed the former, and they held their breath —What can be done in case.
However, I don't know what Mr. Zhou and the village party secretary said to make him agree.
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The village party secretary knocked on the door, and after a short while, someone answered the door. A man whose eyes were red from crying spoke a few words in local language, and the man looked them over and respectfully invited him in.
When I arrived at the patient's room, I saw an old-fashioned candlestick placed at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Candles were lit. There was a dying old man lying on the bed, and a family of juniors who were crying.
"Teacher, what is that?" A student asked Zhou Jinyuan, pointing to the candle.
"... It seems that the situation is very bad." Zhou Jinyuan said in a low voice, "These are headlights and footlights. They are for illuminating the path of the dead, and they cannot be turned off all night."
The student shuddered. From this point of view, the patient's family members felt that the patient would not survive the night, or even a quarter of an hour.
"Uncle Yu, who is this?" A middle-aged woman asked, wiping her tears.
The village party secretary coughed, "This is, that... what..."
He couldn't remember the words a little bit, and looked at Zhou Jinyuan for help.
At times like this, of course it is the disciples who do the work for them, and it is more imposing to report their names. Just as the student was about to speak, Rong Xixue pulled her hard.
Teacher Zhou said loudly: "The poor Taoist surname is Zhou, and he is practicing thunder in Luling Mountain in Yingzhou. This is my junior brother and Taoist boys."
Taoist boys: "...?"
Zhou Jinyuan: "Since the Song Dynasty, the law of thunder has flourished, and the rituals of killing dragons are all carried out by the gods of the thunder department. We have also suppressed many dragon spirits and water monsters in our temples. I passed by here to collect medicine and alchemy. I heard that the suppressed dragon spirits here are loose. , and surprised people, so I came to visit."
He said, and took out his Taoist certificate.
Everyone looked at each other, as if they had heard from the village party secretary that someone would come to collect medicine... Is it these people? What he said is decent. This person looks young, but everyone has no doubts about his age. Old doctors do not make divinations, and it is best for the divination to be in the prime of life. Moreover, this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing does not care about age. Young people are inspired by the gods. There are too many, mainly depends on the aura and ability.
Coupled with the fact that Zhou Jinyuan still has a Taoist certificate, everyone doubts that he doesn't have long hair.
Needless to say Zhou Jinyuan's aura, he stepped forward to touch the patient's hand, but no one dared to stop him. After feeling the pulse, Zhou Jinyuan said solemnly: "There is still room for maneuver, but, is there more than one bewitched person in the house?"
The family members were all shocked, and the old man struggled to hold Zhou Jinyuan's hand, his eyes sparkled, and he wanted to say something, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength.
"It's okay, I know." Zhou Jinyuan patted the old man's hand comfortingly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The man who opened the door for them said immediately, "It's my wife. After my old man was possessed by an evil spirit, she ran to the pool to scold all afternoon. When she came back, something was wrong. Every day At night, I always feel that something is pressing on my chest, and I can't cover the quilt, even putting a piece of paper on her feels heavy!"
The same is true, making them more convinced that the old man is bewitched.
Even the ignorant students are a little drunk, shit, this is true, if they don't know the teacher's deeds, they will believe it...
"That's right, it's you, right?" Zhou Jinyuan pointed at a woman.
The family members all nodded in awe, and the woman cried even more: "Master, then quickly save my father-in-law and me!"
"Don't cry, that's why we came here." Zhou Jinyuan said calmly, but he was indeed a master, "I will prescribe some herbs for you to take, and then strengthen the formation to suppress the jiaojing, and the sick will naturally die forever." There is no future trouble. Cough, Daoist boys, go and feel the pulse of the patient."
Witches often use herbal medicines when they look at things. Healing witches has the same origin, and Zhou Jinyuan's previous performance, everyone didn't think much of this order. Taoist priests also have apprentices.
Those students went one by one to feel the pulse of the patient.
Seeing the patient on the bed, although he was dying, his stomach qi still remained, and there was still room for reversal, they couldn't help but look at each other excitedly. But soon they remembered that they had brought some herbs with them, but they might not be complete, right
"Junior brother," Zhou Jinyuan looked at Rong Xixue, "I don't have some medicines for the elderly, I don't have them on hand, so you have to bring someone to pick them overnight."
Rong Xixue nodded, and named the names of the two students. They came here to collect herbs, so they had asked the village party secretary about the situation here, and what herbs were there.
At this time, the village party secretary also immediately said: "I asked my son to lead the way for you. He had studied with the barefoot doctor in our village for two years and knew about herbal medicine."
"Okay." Zhou Jinyuan called other students by name, "Zhang Lei, cook a dose of Xuefu Zhuyu Decoction for that aunt."
He read out the dose, and the students jotted it down.
"Liu Jun, take the needle and give the patient acupuncture." Zhou Jinyuan called the patient again, before the medicine was cooked, he used acupuncture first aid.
Everyone was full of enthusiasm, and it was the first time that even the medicine had to be picked up in the first aid in the mountains.
There was only the last student left, and Zhao Bing looked at Zhou Jinyuan with burning eyes, ready to take orders.
The family members are also staring at this mage, the hope of the whole family is on him...
Zhou Jinyuan said in a deep voice: "Zhao Bing, come and draw a Five Thunder Talisman on the wall. After we live in this house, we will go to Zhenjiao to prevent the patients from being harassed again."
Zhao Bing almost didn't come up in one breath: "I...?"
Zhao Bing was dumbfounded for a moment, and asked weakly: "Old, teacher, how did you draw the Five Thunder Talisman..."
Zhou Jinyuan said angrily: "Do you usually attend classes? You can't do the Five Thunder Talisman either! Are you a pighead?"
Zhao Bing: "..."
Zhou Jinyuan hated iron for being weak, so that Zhao Bing almost thought that they were really drawing talismans in class: "Sinister, that's all, you come for acupuncture, and Liu Jun will draw the five thunder talismans!"
Liu Jun immediately stood up straight and replied, "Yes!"
Then I began to confidently dig out the cinnabar used as a medicinal material, and prepare to draw amulets.
The family members whispered to each other: It seems that it is not an absolute master who produces a high-level apprentice, that disciple is not good at learning, this may be a senior brother, it looks better...
Zhao Bing: "..."
Only then did he come to his senses, and he thought brokenly, why the hell, why are you all so proficient!