Meng Chuan smiled and said, "If you don't have any money, you don't have to give it! I'm here to save people, not to make money!"

After a pause, Meng Chuan pointed to the woman's medicine bag and smiled, "I'm very interested in your medicinal materials." Well, I'll save your child, and you give me this bag of medicine, how about it?"

"Of course! Thank you so much, little brother. The women were immediately overjoyed and thanked Meng Chuan again and again.

The Tibetan monk on the side sneered at all this: that child is dying, unless the holy water of his temple can be saved, how can anyone else have this ability?

Let you insult the temple in front of everyone, I want to see how it will end if you don't live this child for a while!

The woman thanked Meng Chuan a thousand times, and many believers here also heard the movement and looked towards it.

However, many people came to see Meng Chuan's jokes, after all, Meng Chuan had just insulted the temple, and everyone hated Meng Chuan to the core.

In this world, only holy water can cure all diseases, and it is ridiculous that such a young man knows a fart and tries to save that child!

The whispering, insults, and insults of these people did not affect Meng Chuan's mentality.

Meng Chuan didn't prepare any medicine when he came to Tibet, but there were a lot of good things in the bag of medicinal herbs that the women brought.

As the saying goes, one side of the water and soil nourishes the other side, and the effect of Tibetan medicine on the body of the people in Tibetan areas is more obvious.

Meng Chuan's ancestral inheritance also has a very detailed record of Tibetan medicine, so soon, Meng Chuan selected a few flavors from those medicinal materials that were useful to him, and then rubbed them all into pieces by hand.

Meng Chuan pinched out the excess water from these crushed medicines, and at the same time secretly used his own blood qi to refine all the useless impurities in them, and finally rubbed out three pills, one large and two small.

The big ones are as big as a peanut, and the small ones are the size of a grain of rice.

Immediately, Meng Chuan put two small pills into the child's nostrils, and the large one was placed on the child's head, and as soon as he reached out, he smashed the pill and applied it to his forehead.

Many people on the side saw Meng Chuan's way of treating people, and they all scoffed at it-casually rubbing a few herbs into a ball and putting them on other people's bodies to save people?

But the miraculous thing is that after three minutes, the sick child's face was red and his skin was hot, but the red fever subsided quickly, and soon his face returned to normal, only the cheeks should still have a little plateau red.

Immediately, the child slowly opened his eyes, looked weakly at the woman who was already in tears, and opened his mouth to shout, "Mom...... Mom, I was so hot just now, but now I feel better...... Where are we......"

"Hey, child, it's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay!" The woman saw that the child who had been in a coma for a long time woke up at this time, and when she knelt down, she kowtowed to Meng Chuan again and again: "Thank you little brother, thank you little brother! You are simply my benefactor, your medical skills are really amazing!"

How dare Meng Chuan accept such a big gift, he hurriedly went up to help the woman up, and said, "Eldest sister."

, don't be so polite with me, I'm a doctor, shouldn't I treat the sick and save people?"

The woman wept bitterly and said, "No, little brother, let me kowtow to you!"

"I came to this temple of Barak to ask for holy water, and there are a total of one hundred and forty-eight stone steps in this temple of Barak, and I bowed a full hundred and forty-eight heads before I came up. ”

"I thought that my sincerity was enough to move the living Buddha, but because I didn't have money, they didn't give me holy water. ”

"And you saved my child, shouldn't you ask me to kowtow to you?"

"In my heart, you are the true God, you are the living Buddha!" the woman kissed Meng Chuan's feet on the ground, more devout than any believer here.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, these ordinary people need to worship the true god and offer their faith, isn't that what they want?

If they can't even do this, but instead put their interests first, then what qualifications do they have to call themselves gods and open temples?

"Eldest sister, you don't have to kneel to me, really, get up quickly!" Meng Chuan pulled the woman up from the ground with a tough attitude, "Your child is not suffering from a serious illness. After going back, he boiled saffron, rhodiola, and Tibetan mushrooms into a paste, and applied some to his forehead and nostrils every day to heal. ”

"It's getting late now, the child is recovering from a serious illness, and he still needs to rest, so take the child back quickly. ”

"Alas, well, thank you, little brother!" the woman wiped her tears, hugged the child and turned around step by step, and bowed deeply to Meng Chuan before leaving, as a token of gratitude.

Seeing that Meng Chuan had really cured people, those believers were shocked.

At the same time, the woman's words were also heard by everyone, and they couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

When they came to this temple, they kowtowed more than a hundred heads. I wanted to ask for some holy water, but I had to pay another 10,000 yuan.

If what the true god of the living Buddha wants to see is his own sincerity, then the more than 100 heads he kowtowed on the mountain still don't represent sincerity?

The woman's previous respect for the Living Buddha must be unquestionable.

But had the temple ever given her a bottle of holy water?

In this way, isn't your faith as important as the 10,000 dollars?

Many people who were originally kneeling and waiting to exchange for holy water were full of confusion at this time and got up one after another.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be a little uncontrollable, the Tibetan monk who beat people before panicked, and then roared angrily: "You stinky boy, you actually bewitched the people, and together with the ignorant woman just now, you tricked everyone into doubting the magic power of the living Buddha!"

"Here, a heretic like you will suffer from eternal reincarnation!

The other Tibetan monks came over one after another, wanting to drive Meng Chuan out.

Meng Chuan indifferently put away the woman's bag of herbs, and said with a sarcastic smile: "What, are you so weak-hearted?"

"You want so many believers to have faith in you and do nothing to alleviate their suffering, and this great temple is not

For example, if I am a doctor, I just said that you are garbage, what kind of face do you have to object?"

"Now I'm angry and want me to shut up, but you ask the other people here, even if I'm gone, will they still have the same blind faith in your broken temple as before?!"

Many believers around nodded secretly.

What they did in the temple just now really made them feel a little chilled, but Meng Chuan was more like a true god in comparison.

The Tibetan monk was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, because Meng Chuan had already said this, if he was to be driven out at this time, wouldn't it be as he said, the temple was weak?

If this is the case, how can the temple exist if there is no faith?

At this moment, the lobby of the main temple, which had been closed, suddenly bloomed with golden light, shining on people's bodies, making people feel warm.

"Our temple wants to purify all living beings in the world, and you just saved one person, so you are disrespectful to our temple, you are too arrogant and ignorant, right?"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Best Doctor in the City" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~