Zhang Qian himself was also taken aback by the patient's reaction.

He has used wind oil essence since he was a child, and there are only three main uses. The first is to relieve itching after mosquito bites, the second is to refresh when drowsy, and the third is to put it in the toilet to deodorize. But I can't even imagine that the wind oil essence has the miraculous effect of waking people up from a coma.

However, looking back and thinking about the process of dealing with the patient just now, Zhang Qian didn't feel too shocked. The patient had a high fever and was dehydrated, and was confined to an airtight room with no fresh air supply. After he came in, he first ordered Ren Cong to poke two holes in the window, and supplemented the patient with electrolytes and water, coupled with the strong stimulation of the nerve endings by Feng Youjing, it was logical for the patient to recover consciousness from the coma.

"Don't be busy crying, there are many things that need to be done, this is the first step!" Gently kicked Ren Cong, who had already cried into tears, with his toes, and he commanded loudly: "The two pills just now are mainly used to reduce fever and relieve pain. It should work in twenty minutes, a little more than a quarter of an hour. You go find the strongest liquor, and by the way, turn a large vat of salt water into boiling water for later use. If the effect of the medicine to reduce fever is not obvious enough, we have to give Ling Zun a physical fever. ”

A few sentences, he is expressed in modern Chinese, it is minutes, it is fever, and it is physics, how can Ren Cong understand it? However, the little fat man saw his father being pulled back from the Ghost Gate by Zhang Qian with two drops of green elixir, and he had already worshiped the latter as a god. Immediately jumped up and shouted at the main hall, "Quick, quick, the immortal master said, bring all the wine in the Zhuangzi, and salt, all the salt will be used to turn into water!" ”

"As long as the degree is the highest ......" Zhang Qian's eyes rolled with anger, and he hurriedly caught up, slapped the other party on the back of the head, and corrected loudly, "Don't be so much, just the strongest wine, half a barrel is enough." Don't have so much salt water, take a bath in a wooden barrel, and melt the upper half of the barrel with boiling water. Go yourself, don't get in my way here. Also, the next time whoever comes in, rinse your mouth with salt water, wash your hands, and wash your face! ”

"Hey, hey!" At this moment, even if Zhang Qian asked him to go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, the little fat man Ren Cong would never frown. Lian Sheng agreed and rushed out of the house, speeding all the way.

Worried that he would make a mistake in his busyness, the family general Ren Quan hurriedly followed. Yingying, the eldest lady of the Ren family, raised her hand and quickly wiped away the tears on her face, walked to the door of the house, knelt on her knees, and confessed her mistake loudly: "Immortal Master, the little woman has eyes but no beads, she misunderstood you before, and she deserves death." As long as you can save your father, the little girl is willing to let the immortal master dispose of it! ”

"First of all, I'm not an immortal master. Others, wait for Ling Zun to really get out of danger......" Zhang Qian frowned and responded casually. Halfway through speaking, he realized that the other party might not understand, shook his head, and reluctantly converted into the language that the Tang people were accustomed to, "The others will wait until Ling Zun is really rescued." Also, get my clothes, belt, and shoes back. I'll just keep it for myself! ”

"Immortal master rest assured, I'm going to look for it here, I'm going to find it!" The housekeeper Ren Fu regretted that his intestines were blue, and he couldn't wait to agree on the side.

If he had known that Zhang Qian was a genuine master, he would never have instructed the servants to detain each other's clothes. Compared with the life of his own Zhuang director Qiong, those clothes and shoes with strange appearances and materials, even if they are successfully imitated, the profits they can bring are insignificant!

"Immortal Master, you mean, my father hasn't really woken up yet!" The eldest lady Ren Yingying's attention was completely attracted by the word "true" in Zhang Qian's words, her face instantly turned pale again, she reached out and opened the door curtain, poked her head in and asked loudly.

"Don't lift the curtains, beware of bringing in germs!" Zhang Qian was about to use scissors to cut the cocoon-like bandage on Ren Qiong's arm, when he heard the movement at the door, he quickly turned his head and scolded.

Immediately, I quickly realized that people in this era did not know what a germ was. Frowning, he added again, "Ling Zun's appearance is equivalent to a semi-comatose state, and the moans are all unconscious. It's just that he doesn't know he's moaning, and he can't hear what you're saying. Whether he can be successfully rescued depends first on whether he can successfully reduce the fever. Secondly, see if you can make the infection on his wound, that is, the evil spirit you say, be dissolved by medicine. ”

He didn't feel tired when he had given the patient the medicine. explained the patient's condition to Ren Yingying, but he was so tired that he sweated on his forehead. Fortunately, there is still a "quack" Sun Anzu standing in the room, who has more medical knowledge than Ren Yingying. Listening to the explanation of the "immortal master" took a hard time, this person took the initiative to help on the side, "Reducing fever should mean retreating from evil heat." Ling Zun's arrow wound itself was not too serious, and the arrow was removed at that time. The problem is that the wound is suppurating, and the evil qi is polluting the blood veins. If you can repel the evil heat, it is equivalent to curbing the offensive of the evil energy. But this is only a symptom, if you want to cure the root cause, you have to use medicine to dissolve the evil qi, so that the wound will no longer flow pus, so that the arm will not be swollen so badly. Immortal Master, the junior explained like this, I don't know if it's right?! ”

The last sentence was asked to Zhang Qian, and his attitude was extremely respectful. The latter listened, although he felt that only half of his understanding was correct, but he couldn't think of better words to correct, so he could only smile bitterly and nodded, "The imperial doctor is right, the younger generation was anxious before, and he spoke a little rushed, please forgive me!" ”

"Killed, killed!" When Sun Anzu heard this, he was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, "The immortal master has killed the juniors." The younger generation's medical skills are not as good as the immortal master, and it is already the luck of three lives to be able to listen to the lesson, and they dare not have the slightest complaint against the immortal master. ”

Doctors in this era have an unclear relationship with Taoism. His great-grandfather, Sun Simiao, was both a miracle doctor and a well-known Taoist priest. So in his opinion, Zhang Qian took out such a well-made elixir, and only used two drops of immortal liquid to wake Ren Qiong up from his dying state, obviously a master of Taoism.

According to rumors, many thousand-year-old qi practitioners can rejuvenate themselves, and they always look like seventeen or eighteen years old.

The Zhang Xianshi in front of him not only has the ability to bring the dead back to life, but also a beautiful young man, presumably he is also rejuvenated. In this way, he, Sun Anzu, thinks that his juniors will definitely not suffer!

"I'm really not an immortal master, and I'm not as old as you!" Respected by a white-bearded old man as an elder, Zhang Qian's scalp fluttered. Quickly put down the scissors and explain out loud.

"Yes, master, juniors understand! The road is long, and the one who reaches is the first! Sun Anzu was stunned, and quickly made up another explanation.

It is rumored that there are some strange people who were born to open up the Baihui Acupoint, and they can have an epiphany at the age of a teenager, and then soar in the day. The Zhang Immortal Master in front of him is estimated to belong to this kind.

"I'm not a master either!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and then, helplessly, shook his head, "Forget it, whatever you want!" Anyway, I don't admit that I am an immortal master, and I am not a master. I just happened to come here and happened to have a few pills with me! ”

"The juniors understand. It's a coincidence, a coincidence! Sun Anzu thought about it and nodded solemnly.

The immortal master does not admit that he is an immortal master, that is to experience in the red dust and polish the Dao heart. The meaning of a few pills is to avoid the laity coming to disturb in the future, and a fence has been made in advance. This medicine can only be given to those who are destined, and those who have no fate come to ask for it, even if they have already used it up, they can't help!

Once a person's thinking goes astray, the nine cows can't pull it back. Right now, Sun Anzu is in this situation, no matter what Zhang Qian says, he can find an explanation related to the Immortal Dao.

'You know the! If you understand, find a way to send me back to the 21st century, and I'll give you all the cash and savings cards along with the password! As soon as he saw Sun Anzu's expression, Zhang Qian knew that the misunderstanding was deeper, and he was so angry that he scolded in his stomach.

However, he knew that the more he explained at the moment, the deeper the misunderstanding became. So he simply stopped wasting his tongue, sighed, pointed outside the house, and shouted to Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying, "Forget it, you two, just come over and help." First, go find salt water and wash your hands and face, and then rinse your mouth as well. Wait for a quarter of an hour to ......", turned his head to look at Ren Qiong who was gradually stopping moaning, and he continued to give orders, "After a quarter of an hour, let's find a way to clean his wound again." ”

On the hospital bed, water was already faintly appearing on Ren Qiong's forehead, and her breathing gradually became stable.