093 Rejuvenation of the Wonderful Hands

"Doctor Wen, this is it~" Master Jin personally led Wen Shu to Uncle Wen's sickbed, and looked at the loyal old servant who had fallen into a coma and was dying on the bed, and his face was full of concern and worry.

Wen Zhong has been in the Jin family for so many years, he is loyal, he regards him as a confidant and friend, and several children also regard Wen Zhong as their respected elders. In the Jin family, Wen Zhong is not just a subordinate.

Several sons also entered the house, gathered around the bed, worried about the condition of the person in the bed.

Wen Shu put down the medicine box, stood in front of the bed, and took a quick look. When the quilt was lifted, the patient's bloody clothes had been replaced, his whole body had been freshened up, and his wounds had been bandaged. Only the chest and lungs are so red that they are piercing the eyes. Circles of red bloom on the plain white single clothes, like red lotus flowers that urge the demon ~ Ye.

The breath of the person on the bed was inaudible, the blood on his face had faded, and his hands and feet were cold. Looking at the solemnity of the hall again, I am afraid that the doctors I have seen before have already explained that they are preparing for the future of the patient.

If it weren't for the fact that the lungs were still leaking blood, no one would have suspected that he was dead.

Wen Shu frowned slightly, stretched out two fingers, pressed on the joints of Wen Zhong's hands and feet, spread out the bloodstained clothes on Wen Zhong's chest, looked at the wound that was wrapped in layers of gauze but was still bleeding, and his always calm and gentle face couldn't help but be dyed with two dignified breaths.

"Doctor Wen, how is Wen Zhong's condition, is it still ...... Is there any salvation? Seeing that the female doctor's face was solemn, Old Man Jin's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but ask.

While Wen Shu probed Wen Zhong's pulse, he cast a look at Old Man Jin who was a little calm and relaxed. Sit on the edge of the bed and tilt your head slightly. Staring at the patient on the bed, his mind was highly focused. There was total silence. There was not a sound in the room, and even the breath was choked. Waiting for the final diagnosis for a moment.

The corners of Wen Shu's mouth suddenly hooked a faint smile, this smile was like the warm sun rising slowly in the cold winter, melting the ice and snow and cold, bringing vitality and hope. It is like a soft breeze in spring, blowing across the rivers and the earth, blowing away the dust at the bottom of the heart, leaving the fragrance of flowers everywhere.

Everyone present was moved and moved by this smile, it was the most infectious smile they had ever seen, because they all knew what it meant behind it.

Old Man Jin was also overjoyed. The old man has been majestic all his life, and there is really not much excitement like this.

"Doctor Wen, could it be ......"

Wen Shu nodded with a smile, his subordinates didn't stop moving, turned around and opened the medicine box, and said: "Uncle Wen is very seriously injured, his chest and shoulders were severely injured, and his limbs were broken by internal force. It can be seen that the person who shot is vicious. And how domineering and vicious his martial arts are. "These wounds are severe, but the most fatal thing is the sword in the lungs. His lungs were pierced by a sword, he vomited blood and had difficulty breathing. In addition, the snow blocked his trachea, causing him to freeze his breath and weak breath. ”

As he spoke. Wen Shu took out two silver needles, one was long and thin, two inches and seven minutes long; And one more. It is shorter and slightly thicker than the previous one. It is about two inches long. Wen Shu did not move, and opened his bow left and right. The movements of the hands are methodical. is calm and confident, as if Wen Zhong's illness has been settled, which makes the people next to him feel a lot more at ease.

The silver needle is quickly and precisely inserted into its intended position, twisted gently, and then a second is attached. It's strange to say, her movements are very fast, and she often only sees the shadow of the needle, and before she can see it clearly, the silver needle has already been well pierced on Uncle Wen's body. But from Wen Shu, there was no trace of anxious wolf bèi, and his movements were still with an indescribable elegance.

I don't know if it's their delusion, or if this girl is young and already has everyone's style.

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Wen's chest has been pierced with five silver needles, these silver needles are not famous to laymen, but those who know this line know that these five silver needles, whether it is the position of the acupuncture point they are pierced, or the thickness, depth, and the order of pulling them out next, they are all extremely fine.

The speed of pulling out the needle and pricking the needle is different, first pull out the top silver needle, and each time you pull out one, Wen Shu glances at the person on the bed. And those who observe carefully will find that Wen Shu already has a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Does this mean that the qiē is not as simple as she says it is? Or maybe it's that even if you're sure in your heart, you're worried about something else that you haven't expected. After all, every operation, every process of saving people, no matter how mild the condition is, no matter how small the operation, there are always situations that exceed expectations. And before the patient passes the dangerous period, there can be no sloppiness and contempt.

Wen Shu was cautious in his heart, and his face was not half revealed. It is because no matter what the situation is, a doctor, at a critical juncture, must not show a trace of anxiety, let alone cause chaos and no master because of unknown risks.

When the second silver needle was pulled out, the person on the bed still didn't move. Master Jin and several other sons looked at Uncle Wen on the bed, and then at Li Banxia, who was concentrating, and their breathing became even more inaudible.

Wen Shu let out a long breath in his heart, paused, and continued to pull out the third one. The fingertips with the tail of the needle are pulled out of the body, as if with the strength of a drum, urging the patient to wake up quickly.

"Hmm-" With a muffled snort, Uncle Wen, who was lying on the bed silently, trembled, but this time it made everyone in the room cheer up.

When Wen Shu pulled out the fourth and fifth roots, Uncle Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and this breath was smooth.

Old Man Jin was so excited that he stepped into front of the bed in two steps, "Wenzhong-Wenzhong-"

"Uncle Wen—" Several sons also stepped forward, leaned forward, and greeted the old man who had just woken up from his slumber.

"Old ...... Master...... cough cough ......" The blood coughed out along with the cough, and although Uncle Wen woke up, the injuries on his body were still untouched.

"Don't talk yet, Wen Zhong, Dr. Wen is treating your injuries......" Master Jin gently patted Wen Zhong's hand and turned to look at Wen Shu.

Ah Si held Wen Shu's medicine box and happily helped her, which was a little dog-legged cute little look, which made people can't help but laugh.

Wen Shu was not polite to him, took out a bottle of medicine from it, and instructed the kid to prepare scissors and gauze, candle daggers, and a basin of water.

The blood-stained placket on his chest had been cut open by scissors, and Wen Shu picked up the dagger that shone with cold light and calcined it on the candle flame for a moment.

"Uncle Wen, it will hurt a lot, bear with it." Uncle Wen's limbs were broken, and his whole body was in pain, and in this case, ordinary anesthetics had no effect at all.

Uncle Wen gritted his teeth and nodded, following the master for so many years, the knife came and went, he was also a tough guy, and he had suffered any crime. Now that I'm old, I'm not afraid of this bit of suffering!

Wen Shu was in admiration, and his subordinates' movements became more and more neat, brushing twice, and they had already ripped off the shrunken carrion on their chests. If it is an ordinary sword wound, it should not be like this. Judging from the terrible curling and decay of Uncle Wen's wound, the opponent's weapon is like a three-edged sword, or the tip of the sword has a barb, which is particularly tricky to deal with. Even if the wound is treated superficially, it is difficult to ensure that there will be no barbs or other wound leaks in the wound. The lungs are not any other place, and it would be unimaginable if there was a hole in it.

Under Ah Si's confusion and stunned, Wen Shu took out a slender cotton yarn from the bottom of the medicine box and poked it into Uncle Wen's wound. Wen Shu listened attentively, and at the same time used long silver nails to guide the cotton yarn, constantly probing in. This cotton yarn is brewed with special medicinal wine, which has a miraculous effect on the treatment of trauma, the absorption of blood in the lungs, and the evacuation of blood clots, and is also a unique treatment method of the Wen family.

In addition, if there are any unclean and small things in the wound, they will also be absorbed, which is conducive to completely removing the wound filth and speeding up the wound healing.

In this way, the wound was finally cleaned, and a thick layer of medicinal powder was sprinkled evenly and thickly on the blood-stained wound. It's also strange to say that the bleeding in the lungs is too fierce, and the previous doctors can't stop the bleeding, but the small bottle of medicine in Wen Shu's hand has slowed down not long after it is sprinkled. By the time Wen Shu was about to wrap the gauze, the bleeding had stopped.

What kind of medicine is this, and it can be so miraculous? And who is this girl? With her ability, she shouldn't have been unknown before, why hadn't she heard that there was such a goddess doctor hidden in Linyang City? Everyone has such doubts.

Wen Shu had already stood up, gently wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and smiled at Master Jin and several sons: "Master Jin, the patient is fine, and the blood in his lungs has stopped, let him rest well in the past two days, don't move much, just eat some liquid food." ”

Wen Shu said, handed the white porcelain medicine bottle to Master Jin's hand, and continued: "This bottle of medicine, half of it is taken and half is applied externally. After half a month, the patient will be back to normal. ”

Master Jin thanked him again and again, but he thought about the other injuries on Wen Zhong's body, and looked at Wen Shu with some embarrassment.

Wen Shu knew what he meant, and said, "Uncle Wen's lung injury is very strict. The bleeding will be stopped, and it is not yet appropriate to treat his shoulder and leg injuries. Wait for Uncle Wen to recuperate for a few days, and I will come back to the house in a few days. In the past few days, I happened to go back to prepare medicine for Uncle Wen's shoulder and legs. If anything happens to Uncle Wen, Master Jin will send someone to ask Ah Si to sue me. ”

Old Man Jin's heart moved, "Wen Zhong's limbs were broken, and what was made was bronze pure yin finger power, is Doctor Wen sure that he can treat this kind of injury?" ”

Bronze pure yin finger power is a big taboo on the rivers and lakes ~ taboo, anyone who has received this kind of finger power may only be able to spend this life in a wheelchair and bed, becoming a waste. Many famous doctors and martial arts doctors have nothing to do about this kind of injury, but this young girl can actually be treated?

And listening to her tone, it seemed to be very relaxed, and there was no difficulty at all, Jin Qian became more and more confused. Only standing at the Golden Bell Tower at the end of the crowd, a mysterious smile like spring breeze and rain appeared on the corner of his mouth-

………… (To be continued......)