Everyone was whispering around the door of the infirmary, I don't know where the hairy young man came out, even Mr. Leng can't see the problem, can he cure it?

Zisu didn't care about the voices that she thought were very small, in fact, Zisu heard them clearly, she first checked the child's pupils, and unbuttoned her clothes to listen.

Next, I checked a few of the child's big holes, and I knew that the child was not sick at all, but poisoned.

Although it is a relatively poison, for experts who use poison, this little poison can still be solved by Zi Su.

"I don't know if Mr. has a silver needle, lend me a needle." Zisu said to Mr. Leng who was standing behind him.

"Bring me my silver needle." This old gentleman Leng didn't care about Zisu's offense, after all, in other people's medical centers, there are still some taboos about practicing medicine.

"Thank you." Zisu took the needle bag and looked at it, the various types of silver needles were complete, and Zisu nodded with satisfaction.

After carefully detoxifying the silver needle, it pierced into several big holes in the child's heart, and even one was a dead hole, which scared Mr. Leng and gasped, which was too bold.

However, out of curiosity about Zi Su's needle technique, Mr. Leng did not stop it, he looked at this slightly thin girl, and was even more curious about her master, I don't know what kind of master can teach such a bold apprentice.

"Poof~" Before Zisu could pick up the needle, the boy lying on the couch spat out a mouthful of black blood, if Zisu hadn't been in a hurry, it was estimated that he would have been splashed with his head and face, and his clothes would have been soiled.

"Okay, it should be fine, take two more pairs of medicines, clean up the residual poison on your body, and then replenish your body and it should be fine."

Zisu recruited the primary apprentices in the medical hall, took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote a prescription with her broken calligraphy.

Compared with professional doctors, Zisu's Fang Zijian is biased, and there are many medicinal materials that even have residual toxicity, but it is very effective for the son of the shopkeeper Zhang who has been poisoned.

The junior apprentice held the prescription like a spider crawling, and looked at Mr. Leng with a little crying and laughing, "Grab the medicine according to the prescription and fry it in the back." Mr. Leng spoke.

"Little doll, can you let the old decay take the pulse?" Mr. Leng asked Zisu's opinion, after all, people are saved by others.

"Naturally, old gentleman, please." King Zisu flashed next to him and gave way to Mr. Leng.

"Boss Zhang, the little boy is fine, it's the old man's medical skills that are not perfect, and he almost hurt the little boy, I'm sorry." Mr. Leng apologized to Shopkeeper Zhang.

"No, no, no, Leng Lao, if it weren't for your child, he wouldn't have been able to wait for Brother Xiao to treat him." Shopkeeper Zhang naturally does not blame Mr. Leng, after all, in Jincheng County, Mr. Leng is highly respected, has a valuable character, and excellent medical skills.

"Brother Xiao, I kowtow to you, you are simply the reborn parents of our Zhang family." Shopkeeper Zhang turned his head and was about to kneel down for Zisu.

"Brother Zhang, you can't help it, you can't help it, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and your son shouldn't be killed, if you don't die, there will be a blessing." Zisu hurriedly grabbed the shopkeeper Zhang, so that he couldn't kneel down.

"Daddy." The little boy on the couch had woken up and was calling out to his father weakly.

"Ling'er, Ling'er, dad is here, here, hurry up and go home and inform Mrs. and the old lady, the family may be so messy." Shopkeeper Zhang wiped a handful of tears of joy and ordered the young man who followed him to deliver a letter home.