After two months, Yang Zhihe, who walked out of the gate of Youjia Medical Center again, glanced at Suzaku Street, which was still lively in front of him, and his mood became cheerful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He turned around, stretched out his hands, and bowed to the crowd in front of the medical hall.

"Look, that's Yang Zhuangyuan coming out." Not far away, some of the people who were watching the excitement recognized this champion.

"Look at Yang Zhuangyuan's right hand," the crowd suddenly fell silent, and after a few breaths, there was a burst of exclamation, "Oh my God, Zhuangyuanlang's hand is good, it's really good!" ”

Broken limbs continue, it turns out that there is such a miracle in this world! After Yang Zhihe walked out of the gate of Youjia Medical Center, there were people on Suzaku Street who kept following him, looking at his right hand with a surprised face. Yang Zhihe didn't care, but raised his right hand from time to time to greet the people around him. In this way, in just a short time of incense, the news spread all over the capital.

The entire capital was boiling, and the already famous Youjia Medical Center was even more besieged, and even the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division had faintly gained momentum of not being able to control the situation.

This is a real magic skill, and it is naturally famous all over the world!

In the imperial study, Emperor Qing, who had just gotten the news, also stood up in surprise.

"Spread Yang Zhihe to enter the palace immediately to see me." If there is such a magic skill, then it can reach 100,000 elite soldiers in the imperial court. As the king of a country, Emperor Qing could naturally think that if this medical technique was promoted to the army, just if it was lost in the army every year, he would not know how many casualties of the Great Jin soldiers could be reduced. Coupled with the combat power of those pensioners and healing soldiers returning to the battlefield, the impact is even more immeasurable.

Looking at the news recently reported by the secret agent, doesn't Li Yuanche's kid also go to a family medical center three or five times a day to report? As the king of a country, Emperor Qing naturally knows the value of this better. If he didn't want to promote this magic technique to the northern army, Li Yuanche, the son of the grandfather of the country, where would he need to run to a medical hall in person every day?

"Yang Zhihe, the champion of the new department, will meet you!" The voice of the little eunuch sounded far away, causing a discussion inside and outside the court.

But an hour, Yang Zhihe, who had just walked out of Suzaku Street, came to the door of the imperial study.

"Champion Gong, please! Your Majesty is waiting for you. Fuxi, the great eunuch of the imperial study, came to greet him in person, he quietly glanced at Yang Zhihe's right hand, and saw that it was continued as a rumor, and he couldn't help but gasp in his heart.

"Student Yang Zhihe, participate in Your Majesty!" Because Yang Zhihe was injured and fell into a coma on the day he was named the champion of the Yuanlang, he has never been awarded an official position, and can only be seen as a protégé of the Son of Heaven.

"No need to be polite. Hurry up. Emperor Qing was solemn, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the right hand of the courtier in front of him, which was obviously scarred.

"Yang Aiqing, is your hand really back to its original state?"

Yang Zhihe raised his right hand and stretched it out in front of Emperor Qing, "Your Majesty, after all, the minister's hand has been seriously injured, and it is impossible to fully recover as before." ”

Yang Zhihe remembered what Doctor Zhang said to him, he looked at the brows raised by the Son of Heaven in front of him, then eased his mind, and said again, "After all, the meridians of the minister's hand have been broken, and Doctor Zhang said that the minister's right hand will have no problem doing some daily things such as eating and writing in the future, but he can no longer pull the bow and carry the knife." "Fortunately, I was born wealthy, so I didn't have to do all the hard work to support my family. And as long as you can pick up a pen and write, you will be very satisfied if you have been studying hard for more than ten years.

"Really?" Emperor Qing was slightly disappointed, but in the blink of an eye, it was already a miracle to be able to recover like this. "That Zhang Qingshan's medical skills are really so powerful?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it is not Doctor Zhang who cures the minister, but Doctor Zhang's junior sister!" Yang Zhihe thought of the woman he had never met again, and he remembered Dr. Zhang's entrustment in his ears, it seems that the woman doesn't want to be known to the world.

"Is it really a woman's doing?" Emperor Qing had faintly heard people talk about this before, but Yang Zhihe's injury was not named at that time, he just thought that Zhang Qingshan was unable to cure Yang Zhihe, and he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to the people of the world in the future, so he smashed his miracle doctor's signboard, so he hurriedly made up a little junior sister to come out and top the cylinder for himself.

Yang Zhihe nodded yes, although he had only seen the woman once, he always felt that the woman's figure and appearance were very familiar, and he should have seen it, but he couldn't remember who the other party was and where he had seen it.

"Where is this woman now?" Since there is such a skilled woman, Emperor Qing thinks that it is better to recruit into the palace.

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister has not seen that woman." Since Yang Zhihe has the talent of the champion, where can he not see Emperor Qing's mind when he asks this? He remembered Doctor Zhang's instructions, and replied aloud.

After the minister came to his senses, he asked Doctor Zhang and wanted to thank the other party in person. It's a pity that the other party is a person from outside the world, and he left after treating his injuries to the minister. Yang Zhihe looked regretful and said regretfully.

"Oh?" Emperor Qing only looked at the courtiers in front of him, and was silent for a while.

"Your Majesty, according to the old slave, presumably the junior sister of the divine doctor Zhang has such medical skills, and it is also the result of decades of dedicated avoidance of the world and dedicated research." Fuxi naturally knew what Emperor Qing meant, but he had benefited a lot from Concubine Zhang in the palace for so many years, and at this time, he naturally couldn't let an inexplicable woman enter the palace to share the favor of Concubine Niangniang, so he deliberately speculated vaguely with the age of Doctor Zhang.

When Yang Zhihe heard this, he naturally understood what this old gelding's idea was. It's okay to do this, I also said before that I haven't seen that woman, so naturally I can also use this to mislead the man on the dragon chair.

"Yes, Chen also thinks that without decades of painstaking research, it is impossible to make such achievements in medical skills." Yang Zhihe bowed to be.

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A few days later, Yang Zhihe's recovery from a hand injury was regarded as a legendary story in the large and small teahouses in the capital, and was spread by those articulate storytellers. Yang Zhuangyuan's severed hand recovered as before, and the story of a miracle doctor and fairy haunting a family medical hall was wantonly spread under the instruction of some well-intentioned people, and it quickly spread throughout the world.

On this day, Wang Jiqing finished shopping on the street, and just entered a teahouse to rest, he heard the storyteller on the high platform tell the story of the miracle doctor fairy who appeared to treat Zhuang Yuanlang. A few people found it interesting, so they asked for a private room, sat down and listened with relish.

What Yang Zhuangyuan Wenqu Xing has this difficulty, the divine doctor fairy was originally a nine-day fairy, because he couldn't bear the suffering of the common people in the world in the future, so he was entrusted by God to take advantage of the death of the champion to reappear in the world, with the intention of relieving the suffering of the world.........

"Miss, that's not what you mean, is it?" Thirteen Niang's face was exaggerated, and she naturally knew what was going on with Miss all the time. Where is there such an exaggeration as the storyteller said?

"Isn't that what your master meant?" Wang Ji raised her head lightly and looked at Thirteen Niang as if she was smiling. Fortunately, he quietly returned to Huaishu Hutong a few days before Yang Zhihe dismantled the gauze, otherwise at this time, I am afraid that I would really not be able to leave the gate of the hospital again. This Li Yuanche is really smart, and he even thought of using the public opinion of the people to build momentum.

Thirteen Niang smiled embarrassedly, and in her incomprehensible gaze, she poured a cup of tea for the young lady. I should have thought a long time ago, with the wisdom of the young lady, how could I not guess the meaning of the master.

"Miss, what are you talking about?" I don't understand. Isn't the master of the thirteenth mother a young lady?

"Sister drink tea." Thirteen Niang poured tea for Qianxi again, and before the young lady made a statement, her identity still couldn't be told to Qianxi for the time being.

I glanced at this girl, and when I saw that the young lady didn't speak, I took the teacup and didn't ask any more.