Song Jian was walking while controlling the vibration frequency of the internal qi in his body, he now understood how difficult it was to perfectly control the vibration frequency of the internal qi, the reason why Ling Su was able to master it in just two hours was because she had a foundation before, and it was indeed difficult for Song Jian to learn from scratch.

Walking most of the way, there is a vast foothill pasture in front of you, it is hard to imagine, in the middle of the mountainside, there will be such a large pasture, look up, not far overhead, is the unpredictable clouds, under the clouds, at the edge of the death, a herd of cattle and sheep are wandering and resting.

"It's finally here," Ling Su sighed.

In the distance, a rush of horses' hooves sounded.

Song Jian was stunned, a glimmer of light flashed in his mind, he took off his shoes, Song Jian stood barefoot on the grass, and the ground was trembling from the sound of horses' hooves.

"I see," Song Jian closed his eyes, imagining that there were ten thousand horses galloping in front of him, although their speed was the same, but due to the difference in stride, the frequency of their steps was not the same.

"I can control the amplitude of the internal qi by controlling the amount of internal qi released by myself," Song Jian understood, "It turns out that it is not very difficult to control the frequency of internal qi. ”

Song Jian laughed, opened his eyes suddenly, and waved his hand, there was a faint white mist steaming in front of his palm, although these mist could not be compared with sword qi, but this was the first step for Song Jian to master for a while, and the next thing he needed was just to continue to be proficient.

"San'er be careful!" In the distance, there was a cry of concern from the old man.

Song Jian looked over there and saw five or six horses running at great speed in the direction he had come, and the horse in front of him, probably because he was running too fast, bent his front hooves and fell to the ground. The big man on horseback was unprepared, and due to his habit, the whole person flew forward.

A few horses in the back hurriedly pulled the reins.

Song Jian and Ling Su glanced at each other, Ling Su nodded, Song Jian put down the mountaineering bag on his body, and ran in the direction of the falling horse without wearing shoes.

The distance is not far, a distance of more than a hundred meters, for Song Jian, it is instantaneous.

"Leave me alone, Daddy, take Coco ......with you," the big man who had fallen off his horse broke his leg and lay on the ground, shouting to an old herdsman behind him.

A few horses had stopped, and one of them was a big horse, carrying an old man with a child in front of him.

Song Jian originally wanted to step forward to take a look at the injury of the big man who fell to the ground, but when his eyes fell on the jujube red horse, he was stunned for a moment, and saw that the child sitting on the jujube red horse had a blue face and cyanosis all over his body.

"It's not good, this child needs first aid," Song Jian saw the child's danger at a glance, and he vaguely understood that it seemed that the reason why these people were in such a hurry was to send the child to the hospital near Yaochi.

Lao Cheng's face showed an anxious look, he shook the reins, and was about to continue his journey, Song Jian had already rushed over, and said, "Lao Chengjia, this child is very dangerous, I am a doctor, hurry up and let me see." ”

Hearing Song Jian say this, his eyes widened, he jumped off the horse, and said, "You are a doctor?" Great, let's see what this kid is going to do? ”

The old Mandarin speaks pretty well.

Song Jian stretched out his hand, hugged the child on the back of the red date horse, and quickly took a look, the child's face was blue, his lips were purple, his breathing was difficult and heavy, his eyes were bulging, and the situation was already very critical.

Song Jian put the child flat on the ground, reached out and pinched the child's mouth, and checked it in the sun, only to see that the child's throat was white.

"It's diphtheria," Song Jian looked serious, "Is there a needle?" Knives are also made. ”

The child is about three years old, and at the moment he is just gasping for breath and tears on his face.

"Knives...... Yes, yes," Lao Jin touched his waist, then stepped over to the side of the red horse, and took out a curved Tibetan knife more than a foot long from the horse's neck.

Song Jian took the Tibetan knife, aimed the tip of the knife at the big vertebral point behind the child's neck, and stabbed it.

"What are you doing!" The old man was startled, the neck was where the central nervous system was located, how could he be stabbed with a Tibetan knife?

Song Jian didn't say much, after the sword stabbed in slightly, he pulled it out, and then Song Jian pinched it with his hand, and purple blood flowed out of the wound.

"Squeezing out the bruises can take a break," Song Jian said as he turned the child around and patted him on the chest.

Diphtheria has been almost extinct in Huaxia, because when children are very young, they will be injected with the shè vaccine, and after so many years, this disease has almost disappeared, just like the flower of the child. Song Jian didn't expect to see a child suffering from diphtheria here. Diphtheria is not a critical illness, but when an acute attack occurs, it is very serious, because Corynebacterium diphtheria will multiply in the throat in large numbers, forming a white capsule, which falls off, and is likely to block the airway, causing suffocation and death.

Sure enough, after the blood was released in the large vertebral point on the back of his neck, the child's breathing was much smoother, and his blue face began to regain its rosiness.

The old herdsman, who had been nervous, also breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground with a "plop", just gasping for breath, unable to say words of gratitude.

Song Jian flattened the child, pressed a few times on the child's chest, and said, "The child is not in danger for the time being, but there are neither silver needles nor herbs here, and I can't help it for a while." ”

By this time, the big man who had fallen to the ground had already jumped and walked over, and his leg was swollen with a large lump.

"How's Coco doing? Enjin, is Coco okay? The big man sat down beside Song Jian and asked anxiously.

"There's no danger for the time being," Song Jian glanced at Dahan's leg and said, "Your ankle has fallen off, I'll reset it for you." ”

Dahan grinned when he heard that his son was not in danger, he slowly stretched his foot to Song Jian's side, Song Jian didn't look closely, his hands twisted and pressed on Dahan's ankle, only to hear a "click", and the ankle had been reset.

"Okay, don't do strenuous activities for the time being, you'll be cured after a few years of rest," Song Jian said, "This child needs treatment, are you going to rush to the hospital?" ”

Dahan nodded, "This morning, Coco had a fever, we didn't pay much attention to it at the time, we gave the child some hot water, and squeezed a bowl of horses, but in the afternoon, the child suddenly couldn't breathe, when we went to the health room in our village, the doctor in the health room was not there, and said that he was back in the gate, so we hurriedly took the child and prepared to go to the hospital over there." ”

The man briefly talked about the situation, Song Jian nodded, and said, "This disease is very urgent, but there is no danger now, do you have any medicine in the clinic?" ”

"Yes, but the doctor isn't there," Dahan said.

Song Jian said: "Then go back, take me to the clinic, it's really not okay to find me a few embroidery needles, this kind of disease, just carry it." ”

When the big man heard this, he took Song Jian's hand and kept saying words of gratitude, while Lao Jin wiped the tears on his face, feeling that Song Jian was the messenger sent by the Snow God of Yaoshan Mountain.

Song Jian beckoned to Ling Su, and the group turned around and walked towards the old village.

The village is not far from the place where the horse fell, and it is said to be a village, but in fact it is a small settlement formed by dozens of Mongols surrounded by them. Lao Jin's name is Ma Huaiyuan, he is a Hui member, and Lao Jin likes horses, so when he was in his thirties, he kept dozens of big horses in captivity in this place. The Ma Huaiyuan family was a semi-nomadic family, and in autumn and winter, they would drive their horses to the other end of the mountain, and in the summer season, they would settle in this place.

Ma Huaiyuan's family background is not bad, at least there are horses to drink and mutton to eat.

When they arrived at the place where Ma Huaiyuan lived, Ma Huaiyuan's son, who was Coco's father, Ma San, took Song Jian and walked towards the temporary health room.

The sanitary room was not entered, it was not locked, and the medicines inside were placed in a mess.

Song Jian and Ma San walked in, tossed a little, Song Jian took out some antibiotics from it, and turned out an acupuncture bag of xìng, and went back to Ma Huaiyuan's house.

After giving Coco antibiotics, Song Jian did simple acupuncture a few times, because there was no Chinese medicine, Song Jian could not prescribe a prescription for the child. But even if it is acupuncture, the effect is very good.

After all this, it was already evening, Ma Huaiyuan and his sons went to a neighbor's house to buy a sheep, slaughtered it immediately, and made a whole sheep banquet to entertain Song Jian and Ling Su.

More than a dozen finalists were eating mutton at the table and drinking Ma nǎi wine, but they were also very happy, and even Cocoa, which had just recovered a little, had to drink noisily.

During the banquet, Ma Huaiyuan sat beside Song Jian and asked, "Song Jian'en enters, are you carrying a mountaineering bag on your back, are you going to climb the mountain?" ”

Song Jian patted his forehead, and then remembered that he and Ling Su were going to collect elixir, he shook his head and said, "It's not mountaineering, it's looking for something, well, Yaoshan Snow Lotus, you should have heard of it." ”

Ma Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and said: "Song Jian'en enters, old man, I advise you, don't go, during this time, I have seen a lot of people who go up the mountain to collect medicine, and many of them enter, and they are all left under the glacier by the snow god." ”

Song Jian smiled and said, "That thing is very important to us, oh, you must know the general location of the elixir." ”

Ma Huaiyuan saw that Song Jian insisted on looking for the snow lotus of Yaoshan Mountain, so he had to give up dissuasion and said: "If you go to find medicine, the best place is the Tomur Peak in the east, which is the first peak of our Yaoshan Mountain Range." During this time, I have seen a lot of intakes, they are like Enjin you, carrying big bags, and they all come and go like the wind, and many of them come down from our Bogda Peak and go to Tomur Peak. I pondered that in the northwest of Tomur Peak, there would be a snow lotus in the mountains. ”

Here Ma Huaiyuan and Song Jian were talking, Ma San came over, he had to toast Song Jian, knowing that Song Jian was going to pick the cold snow lotus, Ma San said: "Then, Enjin, I'll send you over Mingxiao, it's not convenient to go to Tomur Peak by car, I'll take you on a horseback cāo path, bypassing from the big yīn ditch, it can be much faster." ”

"Thank you so much," Song Jian thanked.

After the matter of the elixir place was settled, Song Jian was less worried, drank a lot of Ma Nǎi wine, and then entered a small tent with Ling Su