Chapter 17: Don't Underestimate the Imperial Doctor

"Why don't you use arsenic?!" Zhang Qian finally understood why there were few ancient emperors who lived long. Even aconitum grass dares to be used as an anesthetic, and I usually take medicine when I have a headache and brain fever, and I don't know how much I have eaten! However, those ordinary people can't afford to take medicine for minor illnesses and disasters, so they can only rely on their bodies to resist it, and maybe they can live a little longer.

"Arsenic? Shaolangjun is talking about the letter stone? Sun Anzu, who was addicted to medical Taoism, didn't hear the irony in Zhang Qian's words at all, frowned, and discussed with him very seriously, "Xinshi is mainly used to treat malaria, willow and hemorrhoids, but it is the first time I have heard of anesthetics. Can Shaolangjun know the dosage? What kind of medicine is it used as a supplement? If it is really effective, the younger generation will turn back to treat people, you might as well try it! ”

"I don't know, you can learn from Shennong's and taste it yourself!" Zhang Qian had nothing to say at all, grabbed the high-imitation Swiss Army knife, and roasted it with a lamp again, "Now, I bother Sun Yu's medical gold needle to relieve his pain, it's really not good, if you find that the situation is not good, you will knock him out directly." I have to get rid of the rotten muscles in the wound as soon as possible! ”

After that, carrying the hot saber, he walked to Ren Qiong's ear, bent down, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Old Man Ren, you should have heard it just now, Imperial Doctor Sun said that if you don't remove the bacterial infection in your body, you will definitely die." And if you die, the juniors guarantee that Ren Cong will be eaten by others to the bone! ”

Sighing softly, he continued to add in a low voice in Mandarin: "Therefore, the younger generation can only use dead horses as live horse doctors." Wait a while, once your hands are a little heavier, you must hold back. If you touch a blood vessel and cause massive bleeding, don't blame me for being a quack doctor and killing someone. Even if I lose my hand, you can die happily anyway, and if you replace them, you will definitely suffer more wrongs before you die! ”

He said this purely to put himself at ease. After all, if it were in the 21st century, if he dared to do this, no matter what the final treatment result was, he would inevitably have to go into the game. And now, if he doesn't take a chance, the old owner can only wait for death. And with the attitude of the little fat man Ren Cong and his stepmother, housekeepers, and servants towards him, this person will definitely be deprived of his inheritance rights and swept away!

Sun Anzu couldn't understand Zhang Qian's Mandarin in the 21st century, and when he saw him muttering in Ren Qiong's ear, he thought that he had to recite the soul fixing spell for the patient before performing the bone scraping and poison healing thaumaturgy. So he didn't dare to listen too carefully, so he just ordered his apprentice to take a silver needle from the medicine box for him, and pierced Ren Qiong's palm, shoulder, and neck one by one, and then lit the moxa wool and put it at the end of the needle to smoke it slowly.

This hand of "Fuxi Divine Needle" is his master's master, and he has practiced since he was a child. As a result, the whole set of movements is performed as if it were fluid. After the needle was applied, the skin and muscles on Ren Qiong's arm immediately became much looser, and it was obvious that acupuncture did have the effect of curbing pain or relieving nervous tension.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian's confidence in the success of the operation immediately increased a lot. picked up the Swiss Army knife, roasted it on the fire for the third time, and immediately ordered Sun Anzu to help suppress Ren Qiong's injured arm, and gently cut the wound that had festered and rotted with the tip of the knife.

Maybe Ren Qiong has been in a coma for too long, and her pain has become numb. Perhaps it was the effect of Baifu Ning and the golden needle that created a superposition. The patient on the hospital bed only frowned slightly, and did not make any movement. The skin that was forcibly burned together by the soldering iron was cut open by the Sharp Warrior Saber, and the yellow water that came out of the previous wound immediately turned into pus and blood, rolling down the blade.

"Ahh Immediately, without hesitation, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, lest the screams disturb the "master" to perform thaumaturgy.

Ren Cong, the little fat man who was ordered to call for salt water to spare, quickly twisted his head to the side, and the muscles in his cheeks, arms, thighs, etc., jumped suddenly, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

The first time he used a knife to cut human flesh, Zhang Qian was actually stimulated by the dirty blood. However, the patient's wound has been cut open, and he will do it and he will have to do it, and if he can't do it, there is no reason to stop. So, just turn your heart sideways, bite your teeth, and continue to cut deep into the wound with the blade. As long as the patient doesn't wake up in pain on the spot, he thinks he is cutting wood.

Fortunately, the wound on Ren Qiong's arm was not that big, and there happened to be no arteries and veins nearby. Therefore, after four or five gentle cuts, the bright red muscles can already be seen under the blade. Zhang Qian twisted his head to the side, took a few deep breaths in succession, and adjusted his mentality. Immediately, he began to use the blade of the knife to rip out those rotten muscles, not seeking absolute precision in his movements, but only to eliminate the evil.

Now, the blood from the wound flowed a lot. Ren Yingying looked pale, instinctively closed her eyes, and her whole body was cold. Looking at the little fat man Ren Cong again, although he never dared to look at the wound, he was already so frightened that his face was pale, his limbs were weak, and he was not far from a coma.

However, the imperial physician Sun Anzu, who has dealt with too many various wounds in his life, has not only accumulated enough experience, but his nerves have long been tormented by the patient's flesh and blood. After looking intently for a while, he found that Zhang Qian's right hand holding the knife had been trembling, and his forehead, back of his neck and other places were so wet as if he had just been splashed with a large bowl of water, so he vaguely guessed that he had not performed the same kind of thaumaturgy a few times before. Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice to discuss: "Shaolangjun is tired?" If you just dig up the carrion, you can rest assured that you can teach it to the younger generation. It's just that if the evil poison is not removed, the carrion will be dug up today, and tomorrow there will be new flesh and blood that will rot again, and it will be dug up day by day......"

"Will you cut off carrion? Don't say it sooner! Zhang Qianzheng was so tired and dizzy that he decisively handed over the high-imitation Swiss Army knife and said loudly: "You just dig up the carrion, be careful not to hurt the blood vessels." As for the germs, they are evil poisons, and I have other medicines! ”

"In this way, Shaolangjun will go to rest first, and let the juniors help you!" Hearing Zhang Qian say that there was another medicine to deal with the evil poison, Sun Anzu, the imperial physician who had seen the miraculous effect of Baifu Ning's fever reduction, immediately lifted his spirits. couldn't wait to take the high imitation saber, bent down and lowered his head, divided five by two, and cleaned up the carrion at the wound.