At this time, someone next to him shouted: "The master has come, right here." ”

There was such a big thing in the village, almost everyone came out to see the excitement, and Huaiguang was not exempt from vulgarity.

He came out of the crowd and looked about sixty years old, dressed like an old peasant, hunched over, with a wrinkled face and a bitter face.

Several monks saluted, Huaiguang straightened his waist, his brows stretched, and he immediately recovered a little bit of the momentum of the abbot of the temple.

He looked at Xiao Qi's hand, sighed and said: "Amitabha, this child broke his hand at the age of nineteen, and he will not be able to make a living in the future, so it is better to go back to Qingliang Temple with Lao Qu and be a guest monk." ”

Shi Yan and the others listened and said, "Master is merciful." ”

Deng Shaochong asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you can still pick it up if your hand is just broken?" ”

Cao Shouzhen lowered his voice and said: "Don't talk nonsense, the master can't do it, I'm afraid that only Doctor Li of Nanyue Academy has this ability, and he will send it over from here for at least a day, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

Shi Xiaoqi had woken up lying under the stretcher, a little frightened, and asked, "Then what about my mother, wife and children?" ”

"The four major monks are empty, so it's good that you can take care of yourself now." Yanqing, the monk who came to pick up Huaiguang, said.

Another monk also said, "My master is merciful and wants to take you in, do you still want to bring the whole family to the temple?" ”

Huaiguang said: "Xiao Qi don't worry, the temple is not far from here, you will get rice and grain when you arrive, and it is enough to send it back to support your mother, as for the wife and children, you should find someone in the clan to remarry." ”

Xiao Qi cried loudly when he heard this, the people in the village were very sympathetic and persuaded each other, he was about to promise Huaiguang, someone shouted loudly next to him:

"Wait!"

The voice was crisp and immature, but everyone looked at him as an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

It was Guo Hong who spoke, he walked up to Shi Xiaoqi and said to Li Zheng Shi Yan: "Prepare a quiet room, needlework soup, my senior brother can sew up the severed hand." Then he said to the hunter beside him, "Give me the severed hand." ”

There was silence around, and everyone began to whisper.

Yanqing suddenly laughed and said, "This kid is not ashamed, my master can't take the severed hand, what ability does your senior brother dare to boast of?" ”

The old monk Huaiguang also smiled and said: "Amitabha, Xiao Tanyue don't be joking, the old man is also a little familiar with the technique of Qi Huang, even Doctor Li of Nanyue Town can't actually pick up this bitten hand, after all, part of the skin and flesh has been bitten by wolves!" ”

The villagers talked a lot, and their voices gradually became louder.

"Whose child is this, why haven't you seen it?"

"I came with a Taoist priest, and I just entered the village today."

"Xiao Qi is pitiful enough, this kid is messing around, he should drive them all out!"

Zhao Zhongxian stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Shangzao, what's wrong with you?" ”

Guo Hong whispered to him: "Second Senior Brother, a few days ago I saw you cure all the dogs on the mountain who broke their legs, this person is so pitiful, can you bear to see his wife separated?" You can help, the longer it drags on, the harder it will be! ”

"No, no, how are dog legs the same as human legs, that's my own preference, I've never done it on people!"

"It's hard to come across such an opportunity, isn't Senior Brother tempted? How about I get a little charge out and knock him out? ”

"That's not necessary, I have a formula for hemp boiling, which can be prepared, but even if it is connected, if it can't be moved, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?"

"Then I'll call him, his fingers will always move." Guo Hong scratched his head and said.

Zhao Zhongxian thought for a while, and finally it was still itchy, and said to Shi Yan: "Shi Gong, please do what my junior brother said, no matter what the result is, you should try it, no matter how bad it is, it will be the same as now!" ”

After hearing this, everyone felt that Zhao Zhongxian was reasonable, and a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, so Shi Yan took them to the ancestral hall of the clan, boiled water in it, and carried Shi Xiaoqi in and put it on a platform in the courtyard.

Zhao Zhongxian prescribed a prescription, fortunately this is a mountain village, there were already medicine pickers, and soon Shi Yan asked the villagers to find all the medicinal materials, mash them and boil them into medicinal juice.

Zhao Zhongxian washed his hands with bath beans.

Bath beans are the detergent handed down in the Wei and Jin dynasties, Sun Simiao's "Qianjin Yao Fang" and "Qianjin Yifang" have recorded that the pig pancreas is ground into a paste, and then added to the bean flour and spices to mix evenly, and then it is made by natural drying.

He roasted the needle and scissors over the fire, then boiled the stitched threads and bandaged cloth in boiling water before the stitching began.

The second senior brother stood on a stool, cleaned the wound, then cut off the surface of the scab, and then quickly sutured it with needle and thread.

The little monkey Lingyan also came out, jumped onto the platform, and even washed his hands and helped the master hand over the tools, one person and one monkey could cooperate with the tacit understanding without speaking, and the villagers were amazed!

At this time, the sun had not yet set, and Zhao Zhongxian knew that the time was pressing, and the flying needle was extremely fast, because with the medical conditions of this era, because there was no blood transfusion, if it was slowly sutured, the injured person would soon go into shock due to excessive blood loss.

Ancient Chinese medicine was promoted by Taoist priests, and nine times out of ten famous doctors were Taoists.

In just a quarter of an hour, it was coming to an end, and Zhao Zhongxian's hand was still steady, skillfully knotted, and he exhaled.

Rao is deep internal strength, and his forehead is full of cold sweat.

The onlookers didn't dare to come out, and they were dazzled!

Where have they seen this kind of stitching? Not only the epidermis, but also the white tendons were picked out from the inside to the outside, and then stitched outward step by step, which was clear and magical!

When Huaiguang saw Zhao Zhongxian's medical skills, he chanted the Buddha again and again, clasped his palms together, and was amazed.

Yanqing, who had just spoken out against it beside him, was still a little unconvinced, and said, "What's the use of sewing it up?" It still depends on whether the hand can move! ”

Cao Shouzhen said angrily: "Can you sew it so quickly? Get out of the way and don't say cool things! ”

Yanqing snorted and wanted to refute, but Huaiguang coughed and stopped him.

Zhao Zhong wiped his sweat, poured herbal juice on the sutures, then bandaged the wound with a cloth, and then took a wooden board to make a simple splint and hung his hands on his chest.

He was finally busy and said to Shi Xiaoqi: "You still have to rest for a while to recover, and when the wound heals, you can do some simple finger movements." ”

As he spoke, he took the paper and drew the action.

"We're going to go on the road tomorrow, you change the dressing according to the prescription I wrote, twice a day, about three days later, you can do some simple movements on your hands, and be careful not to hurt again until you fully recover."

"You'll be gone tomorrow, but you say his hand won't be good in three days, who knows if you're a liar or not?" Yanqing came out again to say strange things.

"Monk Huaiguang, what do you mean by your disciples repeatedly provoking us and others?" Even though Zhao Zhongxian usually has a good temper, he was also angry at this time.

"What, am I wrong?" Yanqing didn't wait for Huaiguang to speak, so he hurriedly said.

"This is the rule of your Qingliang Temple? Before the abbot could speak, the disciple rushed to say, what kind of system is it? Liu Tai couldn't look at it and said.

Huaiguang smiled helplessly, his face full of embarrassment.

Yanqing didn't care about this, and said: "Do you dare to stay here for three days and wait for him to get better before leaving?" ”