Chapter 142: I'm going to Tibet!

Mr. Big cut his pulse for a while, turned his head to look at Wang Yao, and said to Xu Feng, "Illness is to the bone, it depends on the destiny of heaven." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xu Feng's face sank.

"It's Xiben, isn't it? Wang Yao asked softly.

Mr. Big was stunned for a moment, and the two doctors were also stunned.

"You know Siben?" said Mr. Big, frowning.

"I want to cut the pulse. Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth.

Mr. Big was stunned and shifted his position, and two doctors also came over.

Wang Yao's hand trembled a little and caught Zhao Lirong's pulse, the temperature felt between his fingers was very cold, and the pulse was also very light.

Wang Yao's brain was running rapidly, and the "Bian Que Neijing" began to appear in his mind according to the pulse one by one, and after three minutes, cold sweat had oozed from the corners of Wang Yao's forehead.

Looking at Wang Yao's cold side face, Mr. Big narrowed his eyes slightly.

After another minute, Wang Yao let out a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Mr. Big, and said firmly, "It's Xiben." ”

Mr. Big nodded, "That's right." ”

"This disease can be cured. Wang Yao's eyes flashed with a different color.

"Of course it can be treated, the old lady went back to chemotherapy to control the condition first, and the situation is not too serious. The two onlookers said.

"That won't cure the roots. Wang Yao swallowed, "I know a recipe." ”

"Don't mention Fangzi, at your age, Fangzi misunderstood. Mr. Big interrupted with a shake of his head.

"It's a prescription, but it's a needle. Wang Yaojiao said, "Mr. Big can use needles, I can see it, you listen." ”

Wang Yao said the golden needle prescription he deduced to treat Xi Ben, and after speaking, Mr. Big fell into deep thought, as if thinking, "Where did you see it?"

"Bian Que's Neijing," Wang Yao said.

"The Treatise on Medicine in the Past?" asked the doctor who had just spoken.

"It's 'The Source of the Disease.' Wang Yao replied.

"The needle prescription is true, but how do you apply the needle?" Mr. Big asked, "This needle, not just pierce it, a few inches, a few forces, a few seconds, no, how to apply the needle?"

Wang Yao was stunned.

The two doctors sighed as well.

"Let's believe in modern medicine. Mr. Big smiled, got up, bowed his hand to the two doctors, and went downstairs.

Wang Yao pursed his lips and glanced at Zhao Lirong, who was still sleeping, gritted his teeth and followed Mr. Big downstairs.

Mr. Big didn't go home, but went to Xu Feng's room to stay, and Wang Yao followed, "Mr. Big has a way, doesn't he?"

Mr. Big took a sip of tea and glanced at Wang Yao, "How many years have you been studying medicine?"

Wang Yao was stunned.

"I have been practicing medicine for a long time, and I have never dared to say that there is a method. Mr. Big said lightly.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature. Xu Feng comforted.

"There must be a way. Wang Yao muttered to himself, his eyes a little dilated.

"Wake up. Mr. Big snorted.

Wang Yao's body trembled and stood firm against the door frame.

"You kid, why are you so extreme?" Mr. Big's face was a little ugly for the first time, and his tone was solemn, "I understand your mood, but this is everyone is human, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural rules, you have to look away, who are you blaming for this?"

Wang Yao's lips trembled, don't look over.

"If there is really a way, who wants to see death without saving it?" Mr. Big snorted coldly, "Since you know this disease, you should understand that if it is in the bones and in the heart, it will die, how to save it?"

Wang Yao's eyes were red, and he bowed to Mr. Big as an apology.

"But you can try it, but I won't use it. Mr. Big sighed, "You write down the prescription and let the two doctors bring it over, there is a needle king in Hangzhou, called Liu Fang, the descendant of the Wen Sick Gate, who uses needles like a god, Xu Feng You should know it." ”

Xu Feng frowned, "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it, Mingzhu has a traveling doctor surnamed Huang, but I was injured by his back." ”

"That's all I know. Mr. Big saw that Wang Yao was already studying ink and writing, sighed, and whispered to Xu Feng, "This kid learned martial arts from you?"

Xu Feng shook his head: "Family heirloom." ”

"Tianzhong genius, but his heart is too tender, and when he is stimulated, he is easy to be extreme, and it is too easy to go crazy. Mr. Big sighed, "You have to look at it." ”

"Understood. Xu Feng nodded.

Wang Yao silently put the prescription on the paper, checked it twice, and presented it to Mr. Big, who gave him a few more prescriptions.

Wang Yao thought about it, wrote the recipe for the soup again, and then took the recipe to the front hall for Gong Hanlin to take away.

After sending the prescription, several senior sisters saw Wang Yao's face sinking like water, comforted him and went back to their rooms.

Wang Yao sat alone on the steps of the backyard in a daze.

He was a little scared, what would he do if Zhao Lirong really had three longs and two shorts.

Life and death have always been a big issue.

Although this godmother has been together for less than a week, the relationship is already there.

Looking at Wang Yao sitting on the steps through the window, the moonlight shining on him and looking lonely, Zheng Jingjing pursed her lips, walked out and squatted beside him, and asked softly, "Are you okay?" ”

Wang Yao didn't look up, buried his head in his arms, and his voice was a little muffled, "It's okay, it's just a little sad." ”

"Are you crying?" Zheng Jingjing's heart faltered, and she heard Wang Yao's voice a little strange.

"Nope. Wang Yao raised his head and smiled, but his eyes were a little red, and he didn't seem to be crying, "I'm fine, you go to sleep." ”

Zheng Jingjing blinked, her mood was a little delicate, and finally reached out and patted Wang Yao's shoulder, got up and went back to the house without saying anything.

She could see that Wang Yao seemed to be a little irritable, and she should want to be alone and quiet.

Wang Yao is not irritable now, but a little irritable, and he really hates this feeling of powerlessness.

Wang Yao looked up at the moon, sighed softly, slowly got up and walked to the room a little decadently, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration when he put his hand on the door.

"System, use lucky aura, precise positioning, medical acupuncture!"

'Precise positioning starts, please wait. ’

A golden clock appeared in Wang Yao's mind, which was the countdown of the lucky halo, and then a flower appeared in front of him, as if he had traveled through countless worlds, and finally froze in one picture.

The green mountains and clear waters, the boundless meadows and mountains form a beautiful and magnificent picture, and a huge building like a palace of the sun stands on the top of a mountain, exuding majesty and sacredness.

'Positioning success Zhangxiong culture, Tibetan medicine: "Four Medical Classics", located in Tibet, route planning. ’

With the sound of the system's machinery, a complete map was imprinted in Wang Yao's mind, which made him refreshed.

The cultural positioning of the book "Four Medical Classics" is in Zhangxiong culture, and the type is also Tibetan medicine, not traditional Chinese medicine, so Wang Yao doesn't know what kind of book it is, but Wang Yao has been praying about medicine for the treatment of lung cancer just now, maybe this book can really have hope.

Wang Yao was full of excitement and knocked on Xu Feng's door.

"What's wrong?" Xu Feng came to open the door, and it seemed that he hadn't slept yet.

"Is Mr. Big asleep?" Wang Yao licked his lips, which were a little dry because of excitement.

"Not yet. Xu Feng frowned and let Wang Yao into the house.

Mr. Big was sitting at the desk writing, looked at Wang Yao and said, "Be steady." ”

Wang Yao tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Mr. Big, have you heard of the Four Medical Classics?"

Mr. Big's hand holding the pen shook and looked at Wang Yao in dismay, "How do you know this name?"

Wang Yao said it directly in the Tubo language given by the system, so Mr. Big was so surprised.

"It occurred to me that this book might have a way to cure it. Wang Yao said happily.

"This book, no one translated. Mr. Big shook his head, "There are indeed some ancient methods in it, all of which have been passed down in ancient times, Zhangxiong culture itself is a plateau culture, and it is the most studied on the human heart and lungs, and Tibetan medicine is indeed outstanding in terms of heart and lungs, but no one knows what is in this book. ”

"How did Mr. Big know?" Wang Yao looked at Wang Yao with burning eyes.

"Rude. Xu Feng patted Wang Yao.

Mr. Big was stunned, and then smiled and said, "You kid reacts quickly, I do know it, because I have seen the original book before." ”

Wang Yao was overjoyed.

But few people recognize the words on it. Mr. Big smiled and shook his head, "This book is also little known in China, because it is a foreign medical technique. ”

"I want to try it, and ask Mr. Big for advice. Wang Yao bowed.

Mr. Big put down the brush and muttered for a moment, "Even if you read it, you may not understand it, translating a book, you think it is as simple as Hanyu Pinyin? It contains another cultural system and grammar system." ”

"I beg you, Mr. Big. Wang Yao bowed down a little more.

"That book is in Tibet, are you going to Tibet?" Xu Feng said with a frown.

Wang Yao said in a sullen voice, without the slightest pause in his tone, "Yes, I want to go to Tubo." ”

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