Cheng Yuchao hurriedly said to Director Sun: "Director Sun, Brother Song is the canonical history of Suixi County, Song Yushi is his father, and the father of the injured is the Mo Yishu of our Leizhou Mansion. ”

"Ahh Curator Sun exclaimed in surprise.

He didn't expect that the person who came from this way, although Song Hua and Mo Dazhi were officials who had just come to Leizhou Mansion, but they were related to each other, and they were both in important positions, and ordinary people didn't dare to mess with them.

"Put the patient in the hospital bed and I'll see." Director Sun said.

Song Wenjian gently put Mo Xintong on the hospital bed, and Director Sun asked strangely: "It's strange, why doesn't the patient's back bleed?" ”

"There was a lot of blood at that time, and I sealed her acupuncture points with silver needles to stop the bleeding." Song Wenjian saw that Curator Sun was also holding a silver needle in his hand, and learned that the other party also wanted to use the silver needle to stop Mo Xintong's bleeding first, and then pull out the crossbow arrow.

"You know how to do acupuncture?" Director Sun asked Song Wenjian while taking Mo Xintong's pulse.

Song Wenjian shook his head and said: "I don't understand, the situation was critical at that time, so I had to rush to the doctor." ”

After Curator Sun cut Mo Xintong's pulse, he said with a serious face: "The patient's condition is not good, you have to prepare for the worst." ”

"Director Sun, please save my lady, there is no problem with how many silver taels you have." Song Wenjian said anxiously to Director Sun.

"How much money do you have?" Curator Sun asked in surprise.

He remembered that when Song Hua brought Song Wenjian to see him, to cure Song Wenjian's hidden disease, he needed the thousand-year-old mountain ginseng, at least 1,000 taels of silver.

At that time, when Song Hua heard such a price, his face was gloomy and he shook his head, and took Song Wenjian away.

Song Wenjian gritted his teeth and said, "As long as my mother can be cured, there is no problem with how much money you have." ”

"When you say that, I have a point in my heart, and I'll do my best." Curator Sun took out silver needles and pricked them on several acupuncture points on Mo Xintong's body, and then asked his apprentices to come over to help.

When Curator Sun pulled out the crossbow arrow on Mo Xintong's back, with a wave of his left hand, two silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points next to the wound.

Another apprentice next to him took a strip of white cloth and handed it to Curator Sun, who took it, hurriedly stopped the bleeding, and covered the wound with some plasters.

Curator Sun took out two more black pills and asked Song Wenjian to feed them to Mo Xintong.

At this time, Curator Sun's forehead was full of sweat, and the apprentice next to him took out a white cloth to wipe his sweat.

"Curator Sun, how is my lady now?" Song Wenjian saw Curator Sun sitting on the yellow rosewood chair behind him panting, and hurriedly asked worriedly.

Curator Sun exhaled and said, "Fortunately, you stopped the patient's bleeding early in the morning, otherwise, she wouldn't have survived to me." ”

"Did that hurt her internal organs?" Song Wenjian continued to ask.

Curator Sun looked at Song Wenjian strangely, how could he ask such a professional question?

"The crossbow arrow hurt the patient's internal organs, but the injury was not deep, I took two precious healing pills for her just now, as long as she can wake up in half an hour, she should not die." Director Sun said.

"Then what if my lady can't wake up in half an hour?" Song Wenjian stood up anxiously, his hands clenched into fists, and his muscles were exposed.

Curator Sun shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "Then there is nothing I can do." ”

Song Wenjian heard Director Sun say this, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

Cheng Yuchao saw that Song Wenjian was about to be upset, so he hurriedly stopped him and whispered: "Brother Song, don't be impulsive, Mrs. Zun still has hope." And it's no wonder that Curator Sun, he also tried his best. ”

Curator Sun bowed his head and said: "History of Song Dian, now it depends on whether Mrs. Zun's body can survive this ghost gate." If she had been hit by an arrow at the time and I had been on the scene, I should have been 100% sure. But now that such a long delay can be saved, it can be regarded as a miracle. ”

Medicine for internal organs? Song Wenjian's heart moved, and he hurriedly called Dai Wang in and asked him to watch Mo Xintong here, and he went to the toilet under the pretext of going to the toilet.

Song Wenjian went into the latrine, took out his mobile phone to find the best Chinese medicine prescription for internal organs, and then went out to find the medicine maid to grab the medicine.

Seeing that this was a prescription written by Song Wenjian himself, how could he dare to grab the medicine for him?

Song Wenjian was in a hurry, called the big cow over, and was about to smash something.

When Director Sun heard that something was going on here, he hurriedly brought someone over. "Song Dianshi, what are you doing here?"

"Director Sun, you came just in time, I remembered that I had an ancient prescription for treating internal organs, and I wanted to grab the medicine and decoction it for my lady to drink, but this medicine servant refused to catch the medicine for me? Am I not not giving money? Song Wenjian shouted angrily.

"Ancient prescriptions? Can I take a look? Curator Sun asked strangely.

Song Wenjian thought about giving this prescription to Director Sun to see if it would be harmful, after all, Director Sun was the best doctor in Leizhou Mansion.

Curator Sun took the prescription given by Song Wenjian, took a closer look, and his face became solemn. "Song Dianshi, where did you get this prescription?"

"I saw it in a bookstore before, and I thought it was interesting, so I copied it down." How dare Song Wenjian say that this prescription was derived from the previous prescription by the old professor of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine in later generations, plus years of clinical experience?

"Most of the herbs written in this prescription are similar to what I know. But there are a few herbs here, and I don't know much about them. Curator Sun frowned. Especially with pepper, Song Dianshi, do you really want to use this prescription to treat Mrs. Zun? ”

Song Wenjian said: "Director Sun, pepper can adjust the five internal organs, warm the stomach and intestines, and eliminate the effect of cold pain in the heart and abdomen. ”

"Oh, pepper still has such an effect? I've never heard of it. Director Sun's eyes widened in surprise, as if he couldn't believe Song Wenjian's words.

Song Wenjian said anxiously: "My wife, I am in charge, now hurry up and help me catch the medicine decoction, and I will give double the money." ”

Seeing that Song Wenjian said this, Director Sun immediately asked the medicine maid to grab the medicine and decoction the medicine.

Soon, the medicine maid brought the medicinal soup opened by Song Wenjian.

Mo Xintong was still unconscious, and Song Wenjian picked up the spoon and fed it into her mouth little by little.

After feeding the medicine, Da Niu walked in from outside to report that Song Hua and Mo Dazhi were here.

When he came to Leizhou City, Dai Wang sent Xinding to find Song Hua and Mo Dazhi and told them that Mo Xintong had an accident to save Song Wenjian.

Song Wenjian went outside and saw Director Sun talking to Song Hua about Mo Xintong's condition.

"Wen Jian, is Xintong awake?" When Mo Dazhi saw Song Wenjian coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Song Wenjian shook his head and said: "Xintong hasn't woken up yet." ”

"Who did it? Have you caught the murderer? Mo Dazhi shouted angrily.

"I've asked Guanhai to search the whole city, I don't know if the murderer has been caught." Song Wenjian said. "Nothing else matters now, let's wake up Xintong first."

Song Hua also said angrily: "Last time you were assassinated by others, and this time someone assassinated you, who wants to kill you?" Didn't you find any clues? ”

Song Wenjian shook his head and said: "Yes, until now, I haven't found out who wants to kill me." ”

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