Li Feibai didn't expect that it was this matter that begged him, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

Wang Dingyi saw Li Feibai's embarrassment, and said: "Feibai, I won't tell you, since you healed Qian Zijun's injury, I have no intention of eating every day, and I can't sleep when I lie on the bed, and I can't sleep, I can't figure out how you can control the amount of hemp boiling, which can not only keep Qian Zijun awake, but also use treatment methods to prevent him from dying of great pain." Moreover, Qian Zijun's wound is too big, and his body is weak, how can he withstand blood loss, how did you keep him from dying of excessive blood loss. Also, after the treatment of the injury, the injury must be in great pain, how did you let him survive? ”

He sighed, pointed to his face, and said, "Look, what have these questions tormented me?" If I don't understand why, I'm afraid I'll not survive for two days! ”

Only then did Li Feibai know that Wang Dingyi did not become like this because he healed Qian Zijun's injuries and felt that he had no face. It's that he is too obsessed with medical skills, and he can't understand how he healed his injuries, and he became like this because of his excessive anxiety. He admired Wang Dingyi very much for being so studious at such an age, he should have poured beans into a bamboo tube, and explained to Wang Dingyi a clear explanation, so as not to let this old man die because of this, but how could he explain to Wang Dingyi that he had crossed over hundreds of years later?

When Wang Ding saw that Li Feibai seemed to want to speak, he seemed to have some concerns. He would have been mistaken and said, "I know that any healer who has some means of curing diseases will keep his means of curing diseases secret, so that he can do his own business." Why don't I swear to you? I just want to know what kind of means you use to solve the confusion in your heart. You will never know your means and tell others or use your means to heal your injuries, if you violate it, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky. ”

Li Feibai hurriedly said: "Grandpa Wang misunderstood, I have no such intention!" ”

Wang Ding thought to himself: "Since you don't want to do a unique business, and you are so hesitant, that is, you have doubts about what I know, and I am afraid that I am scolding you!" He said, "If you want to buy those things, they really don't sell them on the market, but I will make them!" ”

Li Feibai was very disappointed when he heard that those things were not sold, and when he heard the last sentence, he raised his spirit and asked, "Do you know how to make it?" ”

Wang Dingyi smiled and said: "In the eighteenth year of Hongzhi, the emperor decreed that the Tai Hospital should compile a book on the essence of Materia Medica, and I was fortunate to participate in this errand. There is a official named Li Yanwen, who went on the Tao "Ascending Refining Formula", one of which is called the camphor frying method. If I remember correctly, the content is to slice the camphor wood, soak it in well water, and fry it in a pan. The willow wood is stirred frequently, and when the juice is halved, there is hoarfrost on the willow, and there is ...... hoarfrost on the willow." Speaking of this, he stopped and said with a smile: "This is the first step, you can get coarse camphor." Then there is a second step, and the third step is to obtain camphor. I won't talk about the second step and the third step first, lest you don't need me after you listen to it. When you tell me how to heal Qian Zijun's injury, I will teach you everything and don't dare to hide my secrets. ”

Li Feibai heard Wang Dingyi casually talk about the camphor making method, so he must be familiar with how camphor is made, and it is impossible to make it up to deceive him. Said: "I believe that Grandpa Wang can make camphor." Can there be a way to make menthol, eucalyptus oil, cinnamon oil, etc.? ”

Wang Dingyi: "The things in the world are much the same, but they are just rough and refined." The method of making camphor is known, and menthol, eucalyptus oil, and cinnamon bark oil can be made with the same method. ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Li Feibai's spirit was shocked, isn't the coarse and refined in Wang Ding's mouth purifying? He vaguely remembered that the ingredient in morphine seemed to be opium, and if he could purify opium, wouldn't he make morphine? Wind oil essence is just to make a small amount of money, and morphine is something to make a lot of money. There is also an anesthetic, which should also be purified from hemp boiling. As long as these two things can be made, there will be no gold and silver mountains to come out. He heard Qian Zijun say that the Ming Dynasty has been fighting every year. There are Japanese in the east, Mongols in the north, Tufan in the west, and natives in the south. Even the middle is not peaceful, and from time to time there are homeless people who rebel. The casualties of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are not counted, and many of them were not killed in battle, they were injured afterwards and could not be healed, and they died of pain. As long as these two medicines can be made, the treatment of injuries is not easy to grasp, and there is no need to worry about sales.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and his eyes couldn't help but light up. But when he thought of asking Wang Dingyi to help him make cooling oil, morphine, and anesthetics, he had to tell Wang Dingyi how he had cured Qian Zijun's injury, and he was embarrassed. If you don't want to hide it, you can ask Wang Dingyi to help him make morphine and anesthetics, and you have to tell Wang Dingyi that there are these two things in his life. It's really sad, is it possible to tell Wang Dingyi that he has crossed over? Such an unbelievable thing, Wang Dingyi also has to believe it! Besides, even if Wang Ding believes it, how can he explain that since he is a soul piercing, how did the thing come from? He couldn't figure it out, so how could he explain it to others.

When Wang Ding saw Li Feibai, he was excited and distressed for a while, knowing that Li Feibai was fighting between heaven and man, and weighed whether to tell him or not. I am afraid that the longer this matter drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for him, so I have to urge Li Feibai to make a decision quickly, and said: "I haven't run out of water and rice for a few days, I'm afraid that it won't last long. ”

Li Feibai didn't know what Wang Dingyi meant, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly had an idea, and said: "Actually, this matter looks mysterious, and it is extremely simple to say. Grandpa Wang also knows that my home is in a deep ravine. People in the mountains have nowhere else to go except to play in the mountains. Once I went to play in the mountains, and I met a strange man who lived in seclusion in the mountains. He gave me a few things, saying that they were miracle cures for wounds, and that I should keep them safe and that they would be of great use in the future. I came to the county seat to serve Jun, and it happened that the county commander was worried about Qian Zhen's injury, so he offered a bonus of 100 taels to find someone who could heal. ”

He took a sip of water, and then said: "I am a poor and frightened mountain man, with red eyes and a hundred taels of silver, thinking about the things in the world, all of which are supporting the bold and starving to death, so I forcibly went to treat the injuries of the Zhenfu Lord, regardless of my lack of medical skills. Grandpa Wang asked, how can I make Qian Zhenfu both sober and unconscious. I was on anesthetics. Grandpa Wang asked, how can I get Qian to calm the huge pain, I use painkillers. ”

Wang Ding's eyes widened, and he said secretly: "Are there painkillers and anesthetics in the world?" Isn't it hemp boiling? He suppressed his strong curiosity and asked the third question: "Then how did you make Qian Zijun lose too much blood and not die?" ”

Li Feibai pretended to be naïve and said, "Blood transfusion!" The strange man said, "There are thousands of people in the world, but there are only three kinds of blood." One is heavenly blood, one is human blood, and the other is earth blood. A person who bleeds from the ground can only give blood to a person who bleeds from the ground, and a person who bleeds can only give blood to a person who bleeds blood. And the blood of heaven is the universal blood, which can be transfused to people with blood from the sky, to people with blood from the earth, and to people with blood. As long as the blood is transfused correctly, the person who is transfused will not die from excessive bleeding. ”

It was the first time Wang Dingyi had heard this kind of strange talk, but he also understood it, and said: "So, you are the blood of heaven, or are you the same as Qian Zijun's blood?" Did you give him a blood transfusion so he didn't die of blood loss? ”

Li Feibai nodded and said, "That's the case!" ”

Wang Dingyi: "Then how do you know what kind of blood Qian Zijun is?" ”

Li Feibai shook his head and said, "I don't know!" ”

Wang Dingyi: "That's a strange man telling you that you are the blood of heaven?" ”

Li Feibai shook his head again and said, "He didn't tell me either!" ”

Wang Dingyi: "Then why do you dare to give Qian Zijun a blood transfusion?" In case the blood of the two of you is different, aren't you afraid that he will die? ”

Li Feibai said: "Grandpa Wang, I am a poor and fearful person, and I can only fight for a hundred taels of silver." He paused for a moment, and then said, "If it weren't for the hundred taels of silver, I would still wear bare-chested clothes, and I would have eaten the last meal without the next, so what is the difference between living and dying?" Again, the bold starve to death the faint-hearted. ”