As soon as the woman in the long sha finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the wooden house.

At the same time, everyone on the ship also looked at the ship, and everyone's eyes flashed with surprise, as if no one thought that a stranger who had never met before would speak out at this time.

And listening to her words, she seems to know a little bit about the relationship between me and Wei Junyao, but she has never been in close contact with me, so how did she know that I knew Wei Junyao.

After a long time, I heard a leisurely sigh in the room and said: "Since the seventh aunt has opened her mouth, then I will make this exception, but before treating this child, I still want to check the pulse of the seventh aunt to see if the evil disease has been alleviated." ”

"Then there's the quack doctor."

As the woman spoke, the green veil of the curtain was slowly opened by a white jade Ruyi, and a woman dressed in green walked out of the boat, half of her face was gently covered by the tulle, revealing only a pair of clear and transparent eyes and long eyelashes, which were obviously beautiful.

Beside her, a girl who was also dressed as a green fir maid, helped the woman slowly disembark, came to the shore, and walked up the steps leading to the wooden house before stopping and saying, "Are you going to go home here, or will you come with me into the house to visit the quack doctor?" ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and quickly lifted me up, especially Xu Laotong, who was alone in front of him "whirring" against the bed board, and ran into the house while urging.

Before people enter the house, they can't open their eyes by a strong and pungent smell of Chinese medicine, and the light in the room is very dim, all wooden decorations, and the furnishings are also very simple, a group of seven-star chest of drawers is placed in the center, dividing the room into two halves, half is facing the river, there are several futons and wooden tables, and the other half is completely in the shadows, nothing can be seen clearly, only feel like someone is sitting there, and from time to time there is a faint sound of "grunting" of water soup.

The three of them carried me to stop at the door, watched the woman enter the room, sat opposite the figure, and then the curtain was drawn from the outside, and the view from inside instantly became even darker.

The maid in the pothos shirt also stood outside the gauze curtain with her hands down, her eyebrows lowered solemnly.

Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the two figures falling on the gauze curtain, and the two were sitting cross-legged on the futon, separated by a few feet, but they could see that the woman raised a hand slightly, and Yan Buhuan, who was directly opposite, pinched his fingers out of thin air, as if he was checking the pulse and asking the acupoints.

I look a little curious, although the Chinese medical skills are broad and profound, but without touching the patient, the practice of taking the pulse in the air can spy on the disease, which makes me feel a little incredible.

At this time, Huaibei quietly came to his side, lowered his head and said softly: "Hanging silk to diagnose the pulse, Yan Buhuan really deserves his reputation." ”

The so-called "suspensory silk diagnosis" is to use a silk thread, one end of which is placed on the patient's wrist, and the other end is controlled by the doctor, and the disease is diagnosed by the touch of the silk thread.

Traditional Chinese medicine examines patients and clarifies their condition by "looking, smelling, asking, and cutting".

To carry out these examinations, it is inevitable to face the patient and even touch the patient's skin.

This was originally a simple matter, but in ancient societies where there was a special emphasis on "dignity and order, and the distinction between men and women", it became a problem.

It is better to say that ordinary people, especially those female aristocrats, want to let the "cloth clothes" who have no status (the social status of doctors in ancient times was very low) get close, and even touch the skin, it has become a great thing.

In "Dream of Red Mansions", the lady in the Grand View Garden can also stretch out her arm from the tent and cover it with a piece of silk cloth for the male doctor to check the pulse, but if it is a royal princess or mother, it must not be accommodating.

As a result, there is the practice of "suspensory filament diagnosis".

Throughout the ages, there are many great sages who can be quite successful in medical attainments, but what is really recorded by history is only during the Zhenguan period, for Li Shimin's eldest grandson and queen to give birth to the medicine king Sun Simiao, at that time he was still a country cloth, it is by virtue of a hand of "hanging silk diagnosis" by Li Shimin to give a "cupola crown", an ochre yellow robe, a gold medal, a good horse and a thousand taels of gold, a hundred feet of silk, let him go to the famous mountains and rivers all over the country to collect medicinal materials, for the people to treat diseases, no one can stop him. It laid the foundation for Sun Simiao to become the famous "King of Medicine" in the future.

Since him, no one has been able to perform such a stunt.

Seeing that Yan Buhuan could actually make the long-disappeared "Hanging Silk Diagnosis" reappear in the rivers and lakes, everyone was also relieved.

After less than half a pillar of incense, Yan Buhuan exhaled lightly, spread his palms flat on his legs, and said, "There is a slight curative effect, but it will take three months to fully recover." ”

The woman nodded, said "Youlao", then stood up and said, "You can diagnose the son outside, right?" ”

Jin Buhuan snorted as if he was extremely reluctant and said, "Come in." ”

When the three of them heard this, they hurriedly carried me to the house with the curtain open, and when they entered the house, the woman had already stood aside, and after placing the bed board on the ground, Huaibei hurriedly said: "My friend received a slap in the chest two days ago, and now he ......."

"Why don't you come and see?"

Yan Buhuan glanced at him coldly, gave Huaibei's two choked hands a "creak" sound, took a deep breath and said, "I hope you won't waste your reputation." ”

This Yan Buhuan looks like he is in his fifties, his appearance is extremely ordinary, and when he speaks, he feels that in addition to the king of heaven Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is the first in the world, he belongs to the kind that he can't see in a minute when he throws it into the pile, but the most peculiar thing is a pair of hands, the fingers are skinny and boneless, without a trace of meat, just like chicken paws, which can't be said to be weird in his eyes.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, Yan Buhuan glanced at me lightly with his eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand and clamped my wrist, the force was not ambiguous at all, and the sharp pain from the wrist involved my whole body, and my eyes were black, and I almost fainted.

"What are you going to do!"

Huaibei stepped in front of him, the green tendons on his forehead stood upright, and the anger in his stomach seemed to have been suppressed to the limit, but Jin Buhuan didn't look at him, and said with a smile: "Do you want to teach me how to cure diseases and save people?" ”

"Do you treat patients like this?" Huaibei gloomy road.

"Forget it."

I relented and struggled to squeeze a voice out of my mouth and said, "Let him see." ”

Huaibei snorted coldly, glared at Jin Buhuan fiercely, and after stepping back behind him, Jin Buhuan pinched my wrist, squinted his eyes and pointed his index finger and middle finger in the heart of his wrist, and began to take the pulse.

The strength of this guy's hand has never been loosened, and in a few blinks of an eye, my back is soaked with sweat, but I gritted my teeth and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that Huaibei would have another conflict with him.

After a long time, Jin Buhuan frowned and put my arm back into the distance, staring at me with a pair of eyes, "Are you an outsider?" ”

I didn't know how to answer, but after thinking about it, I still hummed it to show that.

Jin Buhuan nodded, reached out and unbuttoned the clothes on my chest, and when the white shoulder with black handprints fell into his sight, Jin Buhuan looked at me suspiciously and said, "Sha Qinglie? ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for me to answer, after lifting his shoulder, he gently put his hand up, and the slightly cool palm was printed on his chest, but it seemed to be a thousand pounds pressing on the top, and I couldn't hold on to the pain anymore, and I opened my mouth and screamed directly.

"What is it called, Sha Qinglie can slap the palm of the Zhenhe Ancient Bell in the chest, and if he doesn't die, he can already be regarded as shit luck, what else is there to call it."

Yan Buhuan said that, but after taking my pulse, the whole person's attitude changed somewhat, seeing that I couldn't hold on to the pain, he left his palm off his chest, frowned and said, "Strange." ”

"What's strange?" The three of Huaibei said in unison.

Yan Buhuan shook his head, squinting his eyes and falling into deep thought.

His appearance made everyone's hearts tug up, and they didn't dare to say a word, and even the woman in green, who had been standing silently behind her, said softly at this time: "There are also injuries that can make quacks tricky?" ”

"He should have died a long time ago, but I don't know why he came back to life, and Sha Qinglie's palm took his life directly, and it would not cause harm to other parts of his body, and the culprit who caused him to look like this was actually a dark wound that had been buried in his body a long time ago."