A dreamless night.

In summer, the days are long, the day is early, and before the dawn, Zong Zhengliang has already finished washing.

At this time, Xiuguang Temple was full of people.

After eating vegetarian food, under the guidance of the little monk, the two walked through the Zen courtyard and came to the side hall of the treasure hall.

In the middle of the side hall, a long table of about three meters is placed, and on the left and right sides of the table are stacked with neatly stacked medicine bags, and in the center is a pair of four treasures of the study.

There are back chairs in front and back of the table, and two rows of chairs are also prepared on the walls on both sides of the side hall, mainly to provide rest for patients and prevent some patients from having inconvenient legs or feet or unable to stand for a long time.

Zong Zhengliang was very satisfied with the arrangement of Xiuguang Temple, she counted the items to be used in the next class, and saw that everything was correct, so she raised her eyes and asked Cheng Yan, "How many people came?" ”

Cheng Yan looked embarrassed and said worriedly, "Today is the fifteenth day, and there are indeed a lot of pilgrims from Xiuguang Temple, but I am afraid that there are no more than ten people who come to the side hall for treatment, a few are admired, and the remaining few are to see the excitement." ”

"Ten people?" She was not surprised at all, but felt that there were a lot of people.

Turning her head, she beckoned to the little monk who was beside her, "Little master, can you do something?" ”

After hearing this, the little monk put down the broom in his hand, trotted over, and clasped his palms together, saying, "If the donor has any orders, just say it." ”

Zong Zhengliang smiled and muttered in the ear of the little monk, for a long time, the little monk raised his head in confusion, and saw that Zong Zhengliang looked unfathomable, so he had to call people to do it according to Zong Zhengliang's method.

The tables in the side hall were soon moved to the outside of a bamboo grove to the right of the gate of Xiuguang Temple, which led to a long jing, and most people who came to offer incense had to pass through this road to enter Xiuguang Temple.

Zong Zhengliang did not arrange for people to shout, nor did he hang a sign, but quietly asked Cheng Yan to take the people seeking medical treatment from the treasure hall outside.

She counted eight people, and a row of chairs sat down, which attracted some people to stop.

"Doctor, my mother was able to go down to the ground to hunt pigweed before, why is this all of a sudden? I kept coughing and coughing, and I didn't get better after taking a few pills! ”

The person who came was a villager from a nearby village, and he didn't know what kind of powerful person the doctor was, but he heard that Xiuguang Temple had a free clinic today, and it happened to be fifteen years into the incense to make a vow, so it didn't hurt to stop by to see it.

Zong Zhengliang didn't say anything, but motioned for the man to help the patient sit down.

When the old woman sat down, she raised her legs and went around to the old woman to observe the old woman's face, and saw that the old woman's skin was yellow and dull, and there were a few red and swollen spots on her face, her lips trembled slightly, and an old hand beat her chest, coughing twice from time to time.

After she stretched out her hand and touched the old woman's throat, she immediately turned to the old woman's back, raised her hand and patted the acupuncture point on the old woman's back.

The old woman coughed rapidly, and the louder she coughed, and her withered face quickly became red, like a wrinkled bad apple.

"Cough cough, cough cough ....." coughed and spit out bloody phlegm in small sips.

"What are you doing, do you want to murder my mother? You quack! ”

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the man quickly pushed Zong Zhengliang away, the green tendons on his neck suddenly bulged because of excitement, and he glared at Zong Zhengliang with a fierce and vicious look.

"Your mother's breath is short of breath, and she can't go down her chest in one breath, if you don't relieve it in time, this phlegm will accumulate more and more, and it will become a problem to swallow food in the future, I patted her on the back to help her, okay?" Zong Zhengliang rolled his eyes and spread his hands expressionlessly.

"How are you helping my mother, can't you see my mother's coughing and panting? And vomited blood! The man hugged the old woman in distress and almost cried, "Mother, don't be afraid, let's go home, don't see this quack." ”

The old woman twisted and twisted in the man's arms, as if she had something to say, but she couldn't get up in one breath, and she didn't let her son let go of her when her face turned purple.

Zong Zhengliang's hands were quick, and he immediately dragged the man aside, his little face was dyed with thin anger, and he pointed at the man and scolded, "What are you hugging, people who are weak and unstable are most taboo about lack of breath, you are helping her so tightly, you are blind, don't you see that your mother's face has changed?" ”

The man just wanted to get angry and scold, but when he heard Zong Zhengliang's words at first glance, he hurriedly wiped his tears and looked at the old woman, but saw that his mother's face was twitching rapidly, and the man was so frightened that he stammered.

"Doctor, this and this, you save my mother, this and this...... It's all my fault. The man cried with regret, knelt down, and then slapped himself so hard that half of his face was swollen.

Zong Zhengliang was not in the mood to pay attention to the man's condition, she grabbed the old woman's arm with one hand and turned her back, quickly pierced the fine needles along the two acupoints of Zhongfu and Yunmen under the collarbone on the left side, and stretched out the old woman's left hand, palm facing up, and used the index finger to rub the meridian canal acupoints and do a circular movement in the way of pressing the pulse.

The man held back his crying, held his breath, stood aside and didn't dare to move again, a pair of 'bull's eyes' stared at the old woman for a moment, and some people surrounded him one after another, holding their breath.

After about three minutes, the old woman slowly stopped convulsing, and the coughing gradually stopped.

Zong Zhengliang asked the little monk to pour a sip of hot tea and asked the man to serve the old woman to feed it.

The hot tea entered her throat, and the phlegm in the old woman's throat was almost cleared.

The old woman cleared her throat, and a pair of withered hands slapped the man vigorously, "Cough, damn the third baby, suffocate me, it's all your fault for being a little beast, almost killing the old lady." ”

Recalling her son's movements just now, the strength of the old woman's hand became heavier and heavier.

The third baby nodded like pounding garlic, let the old woman beat her, her nose and tears were smeared, and she cried and chirped, "Mother, blame me, blame me, you should beat me." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and knelt down and kowtowed to Zong Zhengliang, kowtowed a few times before raising his head, a little embarrassed, stirring the corners of his clothes with one hand, and stumbling to apologize, "Doctor, no, Lord Yixian, I was clumsy just now, hehe, what did something wrong, you, you have a lot of adults, you can do whatever you want with me, I have thick skin, no matter how I fight, it doesn't hurt." ”

said, rubbed his hands, and said, "I heard that you are a free clinic, you give me a prescription, I will go back and grab some medicine for my mother, hehe, the piglets at home are still waiting for my mother to feed, and I can't do it without my mother." ”

Zong Zhengliang glanced ahead, and said lightly, "It's not necessary to deal with it, I can understand my mother's heart." ”

Su pointed to the gate of Xiuguang Temple, "This is Xiuguang Temple, if you go in and burn more incense to the Buddha, it will be regarded as accumulating merit for me, and I should give you this medicine for free, and your mother is because she inhaled too much catkins and flying velvet to cause the mucous membrane of the throat tube to stick, so you must pay attention in the future, let your mother go less where there are these things." ”

Hand the written prescription to the man, and find the little monk who helped him, "Follow him, someone will give you the medicine, go back and take it according to the prescription, and the redness and swelling on your face will disappear in a few days." ”

The man nodded hurriedly and wrote it down in his heart, and after thanking him, he helped the old woman to the side to rest, and he followed the little monk into Xiuguang Temple.

was just about to leave, but was stopped by Zong Zhengliang.

"Divine doctor, but what else hasn't been explained?" The man touched his head and asked with a smile.

"Here, go bruised." Zong Zhengliang took out the wound medicine he carried with him from his sleeve pocket, nodded it to his face, and motioned for the man to use it for his face.

"Hey." The man's tears rolled in his eyes, he held the medicine in both hands, and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, I will burn a few more incense sticks in front of the Buddha to thank the divine doctor, hehe, a person as kind as the divine doctor should live a long life!" ”

"Go get your mother's medicine." Zong Zhengliang was amused by the man and sneered, and waved his hand to let him hurry up.

The man answered, and as soon as he left, the onlookers immediately circled Zong Zhengliang tightly.

"Doctor, help me take a look, I always feel abdominal pain."

"Divine doctor, divine doctor, does this medicine really cost money?"

"Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor, can I still be saved if I fall on my leg?"

.......

Don't look at these people, they don't have any internal strength and martial arts, and their ability to push and squeeze people is very great.

It was only after she lost her strength to eat milk that she finally crawled out of the crowd.

"Don't crowd it, line up, come one by one."

Cheng Yan stood up with a very eye-catching eye and commanded loudly to the crowded crowd.

The monks of Xiuguang Temple also stepped forward to help maintain order at this time, and after a while, two long queues were formed.

Zong Zhengliang looked at the orderly team and couldn't help but smile.

In modern times, the old gentleman who taught her Chinese medicine always warned her that no matter where she was, the pure conscience of the doctor should not be lost, so this time she cultivated a good valley, and her first thought was not to go to Kyoto immediately to take revenge, but to rely on her own ability to open a free clinic, not for fame or profit, but to do a good deed for the people.

A small half of these people came for the name of a medical immortal, a small half came for the free medicinal herbs, and a small half came for a physical examination.

After these people who received the medicine went back, they made a lot of publicity, causing the queue to ask the doctor to get longer and longer, and they were all about to line up at the intersection outside the bamboo forest.

No matter what the purpose is, Zong Zhengliang is extremely serious about every patient, carefully considers the medicine, writes the prescription and then asks them to get the medicine, some people are thin-skinned and want to give the consultation money, but she politely refuses, and she is really overly enthusiastic and makes her unable to do anything, so she asks people to go to the temple to burn incense, which is considered a blessing.

After the consultation, some people were happy, and some left with black faces and angry scolding, but fortunately, no one made a scene.

In fact, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, as a doctor, at most she plays a small role in saving lives and helping the wounded, if she really wants to save a terminal patient, it is still a bit exaggerated, as for the rumored 'resurrection of the dead' Emperor Taishang incident, in fact, it is only a mixed bag.

If she said before that she could cure a broken hand or leg, she didn't tell a big lie, the newly severed limb can really be taken back, as long as time comes.

If it is a long time, she can also help make a prosthetic, and the villa in her space has a sterile operating room, which is very complete with materials, and she can still do this kind of minor surgery.

The sun slowly climbed up, and the weather became hotter and hotter, and before I knew it, most of the morning passed slowly.

When it was almost noon, Zong Zhengliang rubbed his sore hands, handed over the last written prescription of the morning, and handed over the rest of the tasks to Cheng Yan, while she stretched her muscles and bones and walked to the meditation room.

It's just that before she could enter the house, she was stopped by several people.