After the burnt knife cooled gradually, and then wiped off the ash stains on the surface with a handkerchief, Wen Xian'an walked to the bed and slowly stretched out the knife in his hand to the middle-aged man's arm.

Everyone hid their faces, not daring to look at this bloody scene, Wen Xian'an frowned tightly, with fine sweat on his forehead, gently cut the skin, scraped out the rotten flesh on the surface, and put it on the paper on the side.

From time to time, black-brown water flowed out of the wound, emitting a disgusting fishy smell, but Wen Xian'an was not surprised by this, and the skillful knife technique traveled on his arm.

Dealing with the last piece of rotten meat, Wen Xian'an was about to bandage the wound, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the purple blood flowing from the wound, it was just a small drop, if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't notice it at all.

Wen Xian'an lowered his head, caught the purple blood with a knife, and carefully observed the wound, only to find that there was a small purple line that spread all the way to the wrist, which was just far away, and it was not found.

Wen Xian'an took a look, maybe this wound festering, not the root cause of the entire condition, but this purple blood line, maybe the word poisoning can be used to summarize this condition.

Sniffed the blood in the knife on the tip of his nose, in addition to the solemn smell of blood, there seemed to be a vague fragrance, but what the specific smell was, Wen Xian'an couldn't figure out for a while.

Putting the knife back in place, Wen Xian'an decided to bandage the wound first, and after treating the wound, the young man surrounded him and asked nervously, "Doctor Wen, how is my father?" ”

Wen Xian'an shook his head, and said with a very solemn face: "Your father's condition is probably a bit tricky, it's not as simple as a festering wound, but poisoning, do you know what plants are in your father's process of going to the mountains." ”

Right now, from that drop of blood, it's really hard to judge what kind of poison it is for a while, and now he can only pin his hopes on the man in front of him, maybe he knows what plants are on the mountain, so the scope will be narrowed a little.

The man closed his eyes, thought about it carefully, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Doctor Wen, my mind is in a mess now, and I can't remember anything. ”

As if he had expected the ending, Wen Xian'an nodded, patted the man's shoulder, and said, "It's okay, sit down and think about it." ”

At this time, an old man suddenly entered, dressed in tatters, with a cane in his hand, with a long beard, and his hair was a little gray, and his face looked very kind.

Wen Xian'an stepped forward lightly and asked, "Old man, do you want to see a doctor or take medicine?" ”

The old man touched his beard, shook his head, and said, "I don't see a doctor or take medicine, I'm just hungry and thinking about finding something to eat." ”

Chunxi on the side suddenly walked over, his face was very bad, and he shouted and said: "Grandpa, we are here to see a doctor, and we are not doing charity, you should go elsewhere to ask for it." ”

"Chunxi, nonsense."

Wen Xian'an snorted, stretched out her hand to support the old man, let her sit down on the stool on the side, and said with a smile: "Old man, don't care, the child is not sensible, Ansheng, there are still some pastries left in the back room, take them all, and prepare a cup of tea." ”

An Sheng nodded, took out the pastries from the back kitchen, put them on the table, and prepared a new pot of tea, Wen Xian'an lifted the teapot, filled the cup with tea, gently put it in front of the old man, and said: "Old man, don't mind, there are only so many pastries left, you can take a look at it first." ”

The old man was not polite, he sat down and stuffed the pastry into his mouth, Chunxi pouted, looking dissatisfied, Wen Xian'an walked up to Chunxi, touched her head, and said softly: "Chunxi, it's not easy for everyone, help if you can." ”

Thinking that there was still a patient lying on the bed, Wen Xian'an couldn't take a break, looking at the purple blood on the knife and worrying, the smell of blood was too grand, and he couldn't catch the fragrance that seemed to be there at all.

Just as he was thinking, the old man had already eaten the last piece of pastry, drank all the tea in the cup, touched his stomach with satisfaction, looked up at Wen Xian'an, and a trace of difficult and perceptible emotions flashed in his eyes.

Halfway, the old man touched his beard and slowly spoke: "The people in this purple mandala have come out, and the blood is of course purple." ”

Purple mandala, Wen Xian'an had a flash of inspiration, but then his face turned pale, because the symptoms of poison of people who planted purple mandalas were not like the middle-aged man in front of him, who did not have the slightest tendency to be poisoned.

At this moment, the young man on the side suddenly said, "I remember that the mountain is indeed covered with purple mandalas. ”

Wen Xian'an raised his eyes, put down the knife in his hand, walked up to the young man, and asked again, "Are you sure." ”

The young man nodded affirmatively, Wen Xian'an looked at the old man on the side, since the other party knew that this was a purple mandala, maybe he could also know how to treat it, holding the mind of the blind cat touching the dead mouse, Wen Xian'an asked sincerely: "Then the old man knows why this middle-aged man has no signs of planting a purple mandala." ”

The old man got up from the chair, slowly walked to the side of the bed, observed, reached out and touched the pulse, and said: "This middle-aged man was touched by the purple mandala in the process of walking, and the poison was not strong when swallowed, but formed a chronic poison. ”

The old man pointed to the thin purple line on the man's hand and looked at Wen Xian'an.

From the conversation just now, everyone was amazed, Wen Xian'an himself is a person who studies medicine, and it can be seen from what the old man said just now that this old man must not be an idle person, maybe this medical skill is still above her.

Wen Xian'an frowned and asked tentatively, "Then what does the old man think, how should this poison be solved?" ”

The old man touched his beard and said with a smile: "This purple mandala is very poisonous, looking at the spread of this thin line, there are also some days, only to fight poison with poison, but this is not enough to fight poison with poison, it also needs to be matched with acupuncture and moxibustion, respectively, inserted into the five acupuncture points of Shenting, Tiantu, Tianfu, Yongquan, and Futu, in order to force the poison out." ”

Wen Xian'an's eyes were shocked, she had learned about the acupuncture points of the human body, and she also knew the five acupuncture points that the old man said, and asked in surprise: "It's the villain's clumsiness, I don't know if the old-timers are ......."

The old man smiled, pointed to the stool on the side and said, "Don't worry, Dr. Wen should apply the needle as soon as possible, I'll just sit there and wait." ”

Wen Xian'an came back to his senses at this time, looked at An Sheng on the side, and said, "Go and prepare two taels of castor beans, aconitum and belladonna, and smash them for me." ”