For this request, Meng Chuan even directly agreed.

Then two patients were invited to the stage, one of them had a heavy cough before he could go on stage, and his face was red and his neck was thick, and the other looked like a common cold and cough, which was hardly worth mentioning, and could be cured by taking the decoction.

Not surprisingly, the one who was more seriously ill was arranged for Meng Chuan, and the other was given to Song Dashi.

Sure enough, shamelessness should be implemented from beginning to end, and Song Dashi and they don't care if they win or not.

Song Dashi only gave his patient a brief examination, and concluded that he had cough symptoms caused by wind and cold, and immediately asked Ni Zhenhuai to find him ephedra, kudzu, perilla leaves, parsnip, cinnamon branches, angelica and other common medicinal materials, and with the cooperation of several assistants, they were crushed and boiled into a decoction.

After examination, Meng Chuan also determined that his patient's lungs were swollen due to the backlog of heart fire, resulting in yellow phlegm and heavy coughing.

This method of decoction is indeed simpler and faster, while other methods are difficult to achieve results on the spot.

Ye Yuanhua looked coldly at his seat, and sneered at the right time: "Mr. Meng, don't you know how to treat the disease?"

"Your acupuncture technique is so powerful, why don't you try acupuncture therapy, or massage? Oh, look at my memory, these two methods don't seem to cure cough......, right?

Meng Chuan also sneered, and he didn't even plan to do it with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Ye, do you think that if you don't let me use the decoction method, this disease will not be cured?"

"With your traditional Chinese medicine skills, don't go out and be embarrassed in the future, today I will open your eyes, not to mention the decoction method, I can cure him if I stand here without moving." ”

Standing still can cure the disease?

Ye Yuanhua felt pity in his heart, and his face was full of disbelief.

Meng Chuan didn't bother to explain anything to Ye Yuanhua, took a step forward and came to his patient, and said, "This gentleman, you learn from me next, and you will say whatever I say." ”

"I'll say whatever you say, what do you mean?" ......the patient was puzzled, and before he could finish his sentence, he coughed a few more times, and he covered his mouth with a paper handkerchief, and spurted out a few wisps of yellow phlegm and blood from his mouth.

"If you want to stop coughing, you just do what I say. After Meng Chuan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to teach this

Patient.

"Nan Wu Bhagava Emperor Killing Society" ......

Meng Chuan would patiently pause with each sentence and let the patient learn from him.

Every sentence taught by Meng Chuan was pronounced strangely, and there was no connection between the bytes, as jerky and difficult to understand as if it were a Buddhist scripture.

Meng Chuan not only taught the patient to recite this strange scripture incantation, but also made him amplify his voice to recite it, and he definitely couldn't leave any confidence.

Although the patient was very puzzled, he did so, and every time he shouted at the top of his voice, his face turned even redder after a while.

Meng Chuan's actions made all the people present unaware of why, and even some people began to laugh, questioning that Meng Chuan must be crazy, and he couldn't even cure his illness, but he wanted to teach others to recite scriptures.

Even Song Dashi raised his head in his busy schedule and cast a surprised look at him.

However, as he read it, those who were interested found that although Meng Chuan's patient's face was still red, it was because he was shouting out those strange syllables at the top of his throat, and it was no longer the red that he had been suffocating because of his heavy cough before.

Not only that, but the patient had a very severe cough, and a scripture was only ten words, and he had to cough twice each time to finish it.

And now the number of coughs in this patient is getting less and less, and even when Meng Chuan taught him to read the last time, he recited all the scriptures very easily, and he did not cough once.

After the last scripture teaching, Meng Chuan nodded with satisfaction, and then asked the patient, "How is it?

The patient lowered his head and felt it carefully, the original symptoms of stuffiness and itching in his lungs were gone, and his throat felt clear, not even a trace of phlegm.

"I—I'm all right?" the patient cleared his throat in disbelief, his face full of surprise.

His cough had been bothering him for several days, coughing up blood every night, and taking a lot of expensive medicines didn't work.

And now he just shouted two times with Meng Chuan, and his cough was cured, which is simply amazing.

"Miracle doctor!" the patient couldn't help but admire.

Meng Chuan patted him on the shoulder, then turned his head and raised his hand, and said to the referee: "I have cured the patient, the game can be over now, right?"

The referee who stayed by Meng Chuan's side looked embarrassed, because Song Dashi's decoction on the other side was still being boiled, and if he admitted that Meng Chuan had finished treatment at this time, then Song Dashi would basically lose.

So this referee grinded and chirped on the spot and never took a step forward.

Meng Chuan looked at him coldly, and asked with a smile: "Don't wait, Song Dashi's medicinal soup will be boiled for at least five minutes, and you are only three steps away from me." Why, can it take you five minutes to walk three steps up here?"

"If that's the case, what's the difference between your two legs and whether you want them or not?"

The meaning of the threat in the last sentence was already obvious, and the referee also knew that the matter could not be delayed, he glanced at the Tianwen God, and the Tianweng God bowed his head slightly, and the referee dared to respond, and then walked quickly to Meng Chuan's patient to accept Meng Chuan's treatment results.

Meng Chuan and the treatment modality certainly have an effect.

So the referee announced that Meng Chuan had finished treatment, ahead of Song Dashi in time.

When Meng Chuan taught his patient to read strange bytes just now, Song Dashi had been secretly paying attention.

Seeing that the patient's cough was so severe that it was really cured in such a short period of time, Song Dashi's face was full of consternation, and he couldn't help frowning and asked, "The surname is Meng, did you cast some demon magic just now?"

"Otherwise, how could such a serious cough be cured by shouting two sentences?"

"Have I cast a spell, isn't the one sitting on it clear in his heart?" Meng Chuan pointed to the god Tianweng.

The Tianwen God didn't speak, because he really didn't notice Meng Chuan casting a spell.

"All I used was a Medicine Mantra. ”

The Medicine Master Mantra comes from the "Medicine Master Liuliguang Rulai Original Wish Merit Sutra", which is one of the ten small mantras recited by Buddhism every day, and has miraculous effects in the face of diseases, bitterness, thinness, malaria, dry and yellow fever.

"The Medicine Master Mantra is mentioned in many ancient Chinese medicine books. Mr. Song has read so many ancient medical books, doesn't he even have this common sense?"

Song Dashi frowned, of course he knew the medicine mantra, but the pronunciation annotation of the medicine mantra was very jerky and difficult to understand, and he studied it for a while but couldn't understand it at all, so he only knew the existence of this kind of thing, but he didn't know how to read it.

I really didn't expect Meng Chuan to use this Medicine Master Mantra to cure a patient, and it took less time than himself.