Quite blind, Uncle Dachuan eloped with Jin Siniang in his early years, ran away from home, and traveled all over the world, and met a stubborn Miao man in a strange village in Guangxi.

That was a few decades ago, when Uncle Dachuan and Jin Siniang, one twenty-four and the other twenty-five, were in the prime of their lives. It was early autumn, and the two were saddened by the death of Uncle Jin, so they went to Guangxi together despite the opposition of the Zong family. In this way, they traveled all the way, and the two also relied on treating people along the road, and exchanged some thank-you gifts sent back by the other party as entanglement, and came to a strange village in Guangxi near the border with Vietnam. Most of the people who live here are Miao people who moved down from the old village in the mountains because of the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. The reason why it is strange is that the interpersonal relationships in this village are unchanged from the ethnic relations of the primitive Miao village, as if the spring breeze of the new society cannot blow into the hearts of the villagers.

Fortunately, Jin Siniang and Uncle Dachuan finally found someone to talk to in the middle of the group of villagers in the village who had no intention of communicating with the outside world at all.

The name of this man, who suffered severe burns on his face when he was a child, is called Nguyen Yun Son, who came from Vietnam to beg for a living, that is, a Taoist who taught Uncle Da Chuan how to shoot flowers. After he saw that Jin Siniang's medical skills were exquisite, and that he was a great Taoist sect in Great China, he admired it more and more, and insisted on leaving the two of them to live in his grass hut to learn Taoism and medical scriptures.

In recent years, due to years of continuous war on the border side, many people have died, and it is inevitable that there will be a terrible plague with the refugees. Many people also died in the stockade, and all of a sudden the people were panicked. Ruan Xiaodao and Jin Siniang saw that the world was unkind, and all living beings were reduced to dogs, so they naturally could save as much as they could. The three of them took turns visiting the clinic every day, trying to save as many people as possible.

The blind man is one of those starving people who have fled. At that time, his eyes were not blind, and he was not called a blind man, but a man. Interestingly, his father turned out to be an elder when the strange village was still on the old mountain.

When Uncle Dachuan and Jin Siniang first met Aman, he was wrestling with a frightened bull, just because one leg of the bull pressed his father who fell to the ground with malaria and was dying. Seeing this, Jin Siniang naturally shook her jade hand, and the golden needle struck, pierced the big buffalo, saved the stubborn father and son, and took them to Ruan Xiaodao's house to take care of.

Who knows, after rescuing Aman's father, the old man saw that this was the new site of Miao Village where he had gone, not only was he not grateful, but he was angry and launched a sideways, and the noisy and confused Aman helped him to leave the village in the heavy rain.

More than ten days later, Ah Man came back and brought back his father's body. Although Jin Siniang and Uncle Dachuan felt that it was the result of their own blame for not knowing what to do, the doctor's heart still made the couple full of pity for Aman. After helping the silent Aman bury the old man, Jin Siniang wanted to give him some pestering and let him go to the border city government of the autonomous region to find some odd jobs to live, but this tiger-headed little man actually opened his eyes and put forward a request that made Jin Siniang feel incredible:

Fight him for the doctor?

What's the situation? Under Jin Siniang's repeated questioning, the simple-minded Ah Man easily told the reason for the incident: it turned out that his father was a witch doctor in the old village, and he had always been the spiritual sustenance of the tribe, solving problems for the people in the village when pests and diseases arrived. Since he can remember, Ah Man has grown up in the revered eyes of everyone, following his father to live and work in peace and contentment in the village, and sometimes helping some border people who live across the border and have trade contacts with the village to see a doctor. The years when heaven, earth, and people lived together in peace and quiet, and in this way, many years passed peacefully.

Until, the kind-hearted dad rescued a Vietnamese. He is a soldier who was found and injured by the People's Liberation Army while crossing the border to survey intelligence, and when he escaped, he accidentally fell down the mountain stream, and was found by Ah Man and his father, who were collecting medicine. Despite the language barrier, Dad treated the Vietnamese soldier as usual and cared for him until he recovered, before sending him down the mountain across the border and back to his hometown. Seeing the young man's grateful back go away, Dad thought that after returning home, he would probably not set foot on this land again.

Unexpectedly, half a year later, this young man came back, and at the same time brought hundreds of Vietnamese soldiers who were also heavily armed, armed with black and black submachine guns, and the devil broke into the cottage like a devil going down the mountain......

Those who survived had to move down the hill and make their homes in makeshift government shelters. The guilty Ah Man and his father didn't close their eyes all night, and only cared about treating those fellows who still had some signs of life. China's self-defense counterattack against Vietnam finally started the day after the village was raided. A large number of people's soldiers came from all over the country, and finally drove the crazy Vietnamese devils back to their hometowns, but Ah Man and Dad, as well as their peaceful and comfortable cottages, will never return to the past.

The villagers who settled down did not choose to forgive Daddy for his contributions. Ignoring Aman's pleas, the crowd numbly pushed the two of them out of the gate of the new village, leaving them to fend for themselves on the border. In this way, Ah Man grew from an ignorant child to a tiger-headed teenager in his wandering childhood - although his father never mentioned it again, he always felt that the villagers did not want his father to continue to work as a witch doctor in the village because his father's medical skills were not enough to save those seriously injured villagers. If his medical skills can get better, they will definitely be able to regain the respect and recognition of the villagers! Definitely.

After listening to him, what reason did Jin Siniang have to refuse Aman's request? After all, with the plague raging, doctors and even nursing staff are clearly understaffed. Although it is in the name of betting, it is a good way to coax this honest little guy to help. So, with the order of the notarized Ruan Xiaodao, the two of them had already gotten up at the same time, and within three days, they each set off to treat as many people as possible from the epidemic.

Jin Siniang's acupuncture skills are proficient, the fire is outstanding, the mind is meticulous, and the heart of saving the life and helping the wounded is broad, and the people who are sick under the medicine are rising day after day, so naturally there is no need to mention it. On the contrary, this is not amazing, although the diagnosis and medication is a little immature, but with many years of following his father's side to hear and see, quite the essence of Miao medicine: well versed in the trend of pathological changes, he can often draw inferences from one another, learn in the diagnosis and treatment, so that his treatment methods are constantly optimized and improved. In the past few days, ah, the number of patients cured by Aman, although it has not risen as steadily as Jin Siniang, it has also increased day by day. What is especially commendable is that Jin Siniang, who adheres to the best practices of the Jin family for many years, although there are many cured cases, it is inevitable that one or two of them have signs of recurrence, while Aman's patients, without exception, are all as if they were peeled, coming and going quickly, and retreating completely, without any recurrence.

Jin Siniang has also told Aman many times in private about these things, I just hope that he will not take the results too seriously, and earnestly affirm the many shining points in his diagnosis and treatment methods. However, on the third day, before Ruan Xiaodao had time to announce the results of the competition, Ah Man, who knew it, finally said goodbye in a gloomy sadness. However, Jin Siniang and Uncle Dachuan had to be busy treating the injuries that were sent one after another, and they had no time to investigate Aman's whereabouts.

After that, until the day they left Guangxi, Jin Siniang and Uncle Dachuan did not see each other again, that stubborn young man with a tiger head, a thin body, dark skin, and a teneteen or sixteen-year-old who dared to compete with the big bull alone.

After returning to Yanbian, when Jin Siniang occasionally discussed the essentials of medical economics with Ruan Xiaodao in correspondence, she occasionally mentioned Aman's later situation a few times.

In one of them, when Ruan Xiaodao went to the clinic, he saw a begging black boy on the road, blind, very pitiful, and his back was very similar to that of A Man who ran away in decline. It's just that when he chased after him, his figure had already disappeared into the vast sea of people.

In another place, Ruan Xiaodao heard from an acquaintance who was engaged in the census of the border city that the black and thin blind man who asked for food was really a barbarian. According to the beggars who knew him, Ah Man became more and more eccentric when he grew up, and he was originally withdrawn, and he had no friends after leaving the village. It is said that he has been secretly studying the secret art of the Miao family's witch doctor that his father has passed down, and finally developed to the point of madness, and even began to test his own body with Gu, and he was blinded alive. I had to make a living by begging, and occasionally went to the community poverty alleviation office to receive subsistence allowance relief......

The last time he was mentioned was five or six years ago, when Ruan Xiaodao, a patient he knew well, helped people watch the field, and accidentally talked to him: A Man, who has been silent for many years, has made a fortune, and the field with his apprentice is very coverable. A Man himself, but also by several foot-washing city bosses as a treasure, specifically to help them rectify the opponent, make the border city people famous, make the temperament wooden, said the same A Man is also famous on the road, people give the nickname "Blind Man".

"Enough!" When Jin Siniang heard Uncle Dachuan tell us about this, she had already interrupted his words impatiently, sighed, and was about to feel it, but saw that the fighting method between Zhengxiong and Aru in the field had entered a white-hot stage:

It is said that every time Aru slapped before, he was actually sending Gu poison into the ground or into the air, and when Zheng Xiong passed through those areas again, the Gu poison would explode at his command, releasing a poisonous mist. This dense poisonous fog is a toxin that slows down nerve reactions, some bursts of sparks bursting open, and some of which settles into a viscous and corrosive liquid...... When used together, it is really called an unguardable, and I can't help but shout tricky. Fortunately, Aru was able to avoid all kinds of traps he had planted tightly. However, until the battle, the two have long known each other's moves, and they both hope to end the battle as soon as possible.

On Aru's side, he had already triggered all kinds of Gu poison that had been sprinkled all over the audience before, triggering a wave of offensive mixed with poisonous mist, venom, and poisonous fire, which was called: "Thousand Insect Explosion"!

Zhengxiong's head didn't dare to slack off, he was engrossed in pulling his pure qi out of the dantian, and after gathering it on his chest, he saw his thick eyebrows wingspan, his fine eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Open!" "Ink Tiger has been released.

"Stop!" Seeing that the two of them were about to use the sharpest killing moves to have a life-and-death collision, Jin Siniang had already turned into a gust of golden wind and hurriedly swirled into the field-I saw that wherever the golden cyclone went, whether it was the ink-colored wind or the dark green poisonous mist, all of them were dissipated in a vulnerable and explosive manner - the fighting spirit of the two had not yet set off momentum, as if they were crushed by a typhoon, and they were forced to forcibly stuff back into their respective bodies.

Before I had time to see Jin Siniang's movements, I only felt that the figure in front of me flickered, and Zhengxiong had been pushed out of the circle by her palm and fell between Uncle Dachuan and me. Aru on the other side was also average, and under Jin Siniang's strength, he floated back to the black man who should be a "blind man", and after finally standing firm, he had a small porcelain bottle of delicate elixir in his hand.

"This is Jinchuang medicine, Xiong'er has already been pointed when he shot just now, this little injury, the medicine can stop the bleeding and remove the pain." Jin Siniang said this to Alu, but she didn't look at him at all. It's just that Alu, who still felt that he was not afraid of heaven and earth, somehow, Leng Buding was @ by Jin Siniang, and he was so stunned that he stayed in place, and he involuntarily responded: "Oh, thank you, thank you." ”

Jin Siniang didn't pay much attention to him, only looked at the big black man sitting on the ground, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Ah Man, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come to harm." Or should I call you 'blind' now? Come on, it's time to continue the unfinished gamble between us! Hearing that Jin Siniang finally remembered what happened to him, the big black man slowly stood up. In an instant, Ah Xia and I saw clearly that under the man's grassy fluffy hair, a pair of godless eyes had been dull, and the gray eyes in the middle of the whites of the eyes had long lost the pulse of ordinary people Zhang Chi. Sure enough, his eyes were already blind.

Unlike the brute blind man's tense nerves like facing a great enemy, Jin Siniang was still calm, talking and laughing, and asked him calmly: "How to compare?" "-I originally thought that they would try to diagnose and treat their injured disciples, but when I turned around, I saw that the Zhengxiong who was added by Mohu had already expelled the Gu poison in his body through the return qi, and Aru also relieved the knife wound by applying the Jin Creation Medicine given to him by Jin Siniang. It seems that this idea is out of play, so I am also a little curious: what is the comparison between the two masters?

I saw that although the blind man was stupid, his brain was very sober, and he blushed for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "Jin Dang, the master, I, I, twenty years ago, it was not as good as you, but now, what, good, embarrassed to be ugly again?" I, we, today, just, compare, compare the stone! ”

Diagnostic stones? It's kind of interesting! Since I have known Wangqi, I have long realized the truth that "all kinds of red dust are qi, and everything in the world has spirits", and when I heard the blind man propose to decide the winner through the diagnosis of stones, I was naturally full of interest, and I couldn't help but stretch my neck, just waiting for the two to perform.

"Listen to it!" Jin Siniang was still unhurried, took a long breath, put away her pipe, crossed her waist with one hand, stretched out her other lotus arm, and gently turned up a pair of jade palms, palms facing up, making a generous "please" gesture.

The blind man didn't say much, he strode to the middle of the field with a loud foot, shouted "hey", his hands had been inserted into the ground along the stone cracks between the bluestone slabs, his fingertips were slightly strained, and he had lifted the big stone strips that were more than one meter long and weighed hundreds of pounds, and put them heavily in front of Jin Siniang, and the straight strips were horizontal in front of her - this posture is self-evident, naturally it is necessary for Sister Jin to diagnose and treat this piece of Fang was sprayed with Gu poison by Alu, and the stone surface has turned from blue gray to dark black, It's like a big bluestone soaked in thick ink.

Jin Siniang saw that he was violent, but he still glanced at the phoenix eyes without changing his face, and at a glance, he saw the crux of the terminally ill bluestone, and after a little thought, he had already taken out three three-inch-long quenched gold needles from his waist, and was about to pierce the slate with black gas.

I saw that Sister Jin had already drawn up a diagnosis and treatment plan in an instant, so I hurriedly opened my eyes with all my attention, and used my hope to see the disordered qi surging inside the stone slab, for fear that if I was one step slower, Jin Siniang had already finished her work, so I couldn't follow her amazing acupuncture and moxibustion secret skills. Based on my cultivation, looking at it as a whole, only two-thirds of the bluestone is covered with blue and white "earth" and earthly qi, and the board surface has already been streaked and divided into black gases - needless to say, these should be Gu poisons. Then, according to the dialectical idea of Taoist medicine of "regulating qi and cultivating form", take away these uncoordinated black qi in general, and slowly restore the original qi of this bluestone slab. The problem is, now I don't even know what kind of Gu poison it is, how to get it?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but close my eyes, and simply put the concentration of my heart and eyes to the maximum, and only felt Jin Siniang's operation with my qi. But she was not pretentious, she just pricked three stitches seemingly casually on the big bluestone slab with a black body, then turned around and beckoned Uncle Dachuan to move the mahogany chair she was used to sitting on, cocked Erlang's legs, and sat down comfortably on the side, and there was no other movement. The onlookers naturally couldn't see through the door, but they didn't dare to say more, and no one on the other side dared to ask, only by Jin Siniang's powerful aura, they were so shocked that they stood still, watched quietly, and waited for the change in the complexion of the stone slab.

I watched it from the side, but I didn't know it, and I couldn't help but crutch the Zhengxiong next to me with my hand, and asked him in a low voice: "Hey, Ah Xiong, your mother is playing tricks with this trick, I don't even understand the eleventh, why don't you explain it to me?" ”

When Zhengxiong heard this, he naturally nodded in agreement. This guy, although he is usually extremely restrained and has a shy appearance that the big girl has never held his hand, did not expect that when it comes to such a question as Taoist medicine, his face will be swept away with that modest and low-key temperament, and he will show a generous posture, and he will talk to me without seeing any other places:

"My mother's three stitches just now, can Brother Li see clearly? They are respectively rooted in the middle of the ink qi, the middle of the clear qi and the junction of the green ink qi. Moreover, the depth of the force of the three needles, the order and technique of insertion are also different. Zhengxiong said, and it was difficult to hide a pride from the heart in his eyebrows.

"Hmm, can you tell me more about that? I'm stupid...... "I also noticed the position and order of the needle, but I didn't pay attention to the depth of the force and the details of the needle technique." As soon as I heard Zhengxiong mention it, I immediately became interested and pestered him to ask for an explanation.

"Na, this first needle is the convergence of good and evil, the purpose is to divide yin and yang, set turbidity, the angle should be positive, vertical force, and completely penetrate. In this way, the ink can be stopped from mixing with the clear qi and continue to interfere with the normal flow of qi. After Zhengxiong finished speaking, he paused deliberately, and waited for me to nod my head to show that I understood, and then continued: "The second needle is the most concentrated position in the ink, the purpose is to drive away evil thoughts and cut off turbidity. The angle of the needle is slightly oblique, and the twisted needle is pierced into two-thirds. The reason why it is not all pierced is that if the evil qi is pierced to death in one go, the black qi will solidify inside the stone slab, and it will be difficult to remove it in a short period of time. ”

"Therefore, the third needle is pierced in the middle of the Qingbai Qi machine, the purpose is to support the righteous qi, rely on the natural qi inside the soil and stone, and gradually discharge the Gu poisonous black qi!" It was Ah Xia who answered, and Nizi listened to me ask Zhengxiong about the knowledge behind this needle, and couldn't help but come over with interest, and she was talented and intelligent, and she couldn't help but rush in front of Zhengxiong to tell the mystery of the last needle.

"Well, that's right, as Yang, Sister Yang said. The last needle was not deep, only penetrating one-third, in order to maximize the vitality of the inner stone qi without hurting the righteous qi, and take advantage of the weakening of the Gu poisonous black qi to drive it out in one go. After listening to Ah Xia, Zhengxiong also nodded in agreement, and at the same time added some details of the stitching.

I see.

It seems that the difference between the master and me is that I can see through the essence of the problem at a glance, grasp the general trend of the situation change, grasp the key points, and use the fastest and most effective method to break the situation. Instead of being as rigid as I was, I only think of following the textbook ideas: first identify the types of toxins, and then slowly adjust them according to the laws of yin and yang and the five elements—this method is theoretically feasible, but it is difficult to implement it. Alas, after so many years of books, it can be regarded as a vain reading. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a burst of frustration, if it weren't for Ah Xia winking at me playfully in time, clenching her fists and making a "come on" action, making me laugh at the right time, my whole person would have been unable to help but enter the "low pressure" mode full of negative energy.

Looking at the bluestone slab again, as Zhengxiong said, the ink color gradually faded, and in less than a bag of cigarettes, it had recovered to its original state, showing a vibrant blue-gray color.

When the Jin family saw it, they all applauded and called the master mighty...... I glanced at the low-key bear beside me, and couldn't help but secretly think sourly: It's my own son! Over the years, Jin Siniang has really imperceptibly taught Zhengxiong what she has learned all her life. This kid is young, and he has been so stable in analyzing the situation, I really can't imagine his future attainments, conservative estimates, in terms of achievements, at least I am afraid that he will have to book a heroic position.

Before I finished feeling it, it was already Jin Siniang's turn to ask the question: I saw that she was still slow and reasonable, looked around, and picked out a piece of slate that was cut off by the sharp wind knife in Zhengxiong's hand when Zhengxiong and Alu were fighting, and saw that she only casually picked up the hem of the cheongsam, and a gust of golden wind had blown, and the broken slate was gently sent to the blind man, and it was placed firmly on the ground, and then put on a dignified posture as usual, and spit out heroically: "Please!" ”。

The blind man was also unceremoniously, the hook snorted in his nose, and he had already felt the gourd on his waist and controlled a handful of insects.

On closer inspection, those little insects were all pitch black, small and small, only the size of sesame seeds, and after a while, they gathered in his palm, forming a round ball shape, which looked like a very smooth black gem from a distance, and the bones were very round.

"Ho-that's not bad, I actually refined worm jade." The one who spoke was Jin Siniang, who was sitting on a mahogany chair and holding a pipe, and although her tone was full of praise, her complexion still did not change much.

I saw that the blind man didn't seem to hear Jin Siniang speak, and just cared about rolling the black ball gathered by the small insects to the broken section of the stone slab - in an instant, the compact insect jade had re-transformed into countless dense insects, and after a while, it was crawling all over the section of the slate, and the ants moved like moving with the whispers of words in the blind man's mouth, and they were busy in an orderly manner.

He won't, he should have asked these little black worms to help him "stitch" the broken slate into two, right?!

This is really an eye-opener: I saw those dense insects, unhurried, methodically crawling around on the section, inadvertently, has carried out a series of fine processes such as polishing the corners, aligning the section, mixing stone powder, and bonding the section. Especially the hand that binds the section, in my opinion, the blind man completely treats the insects as a small reactor: I saw that the insects swallowed the stone powder one after another, and spit out the hot stone clay, and then evenly applied it to the polished smooth section, and in a moment the broken part had been accurately restored as before—it was as if the stone had regrown from the section!

In fact, when I took a closer look, the stone really grew back - the excrement smeared by those small insects was really like "medicine", which promoted the qi of the earth and stone to grow endlessly, and slowly connected together, returning to the original appearance of the qi in the stone. This resemblance reminds me of the pinnacle of modern medicine that I observed when I attended the medical conference in Shanghai last year – surgical nanorobots. I didn't expect that in that land of poor mountains and bad waters, such a barbarian person could also cultivate such exquisite magical powers.

It's also a long experience.

Uncle Dachuan stepped forward to measure the restored bluestone slab, and couldn't help but turn around and nod to Jin Siniang, indicating that the slate was really restored as before, and in terms of size, there was really not even a penny off.

In this first-round competition, the two have their own strengths, but judging from the results, they should only be regarded as a "draw".

(End of chapter)