In the flat room, a dirt bag protrudes from the place where the stones and flowers are piled up, and in front of it stands a tombstone, but there is no inscription on it, only a cyan stone is carved under the tombstone.

In Genglong City, there is a big signboard in the idle tea stall, "Point Pulse Holy Hand", and there is a mustachioed doctor sitting nearby, he often shouts: "The human body has a hundred veins, you can know it at one point, you can not determine life and death, and the holy hand is rejuvenated!"

This person's name is Zhou Zhen, and he is a physician in the Ten Counties Traveling Party, specializing in pulse cutting and superb medical skills, and all the counties have a considerable reputation.

In a world where martial arts are respected, fighting and getting injured are common, and martial artists are completely ruthless and do everything, in this case, they have long had the status of extremely respected doctors. And there are rules in this world, doctors are not martial arts, and martial arts are not doctors, which means that the doctors do not enter the fight, and the warriors cannot be called doctors.

And the doctor is also divided into ranks, in order, the doctor, the doctor, the doctor, and the divine doctor. Although Zhou Zhen is quite famous, he can only stay in the status of a doctor.

Zhou Zhen's business is okay, and an injured person can be treated after a while. However, for doctors, the real valuable business is those who have status and fame, and these can only be regarded as making some extra money.

Cutting the pulse of this person, Zhou Zhen nodded slightly and said: "Small injury, just a few more cuts, it looks serious, it doesn't hurt the viscera and tendons, just go back and find a doctor who treats external injuries to clean and bandage the wound." ”

The injured man, who had multiple sword wounds, was overjoyed when he heard this, and said gratefully: "Thank you Dr. Zhou, I'll go now, I'll go." ”

Doctors are also divided into categories, there are trauma, bones, pulses, health, and many types, and most of the doctors are specialized in one item, unless it is above the medical honor, otherwise they are all single subjects, and some medical masters with superb medical skills are also only specialized in one category.

There was no patient in front of Zhou Zhen for the time being, and he thought about medical skills when he was free. Suddenly, someone sat down, and this man had a cold face, with a rot on the left side of his face, but he was tall and thin, and he had a gentle air, but there was a tiredness on his face that could not be concealed. On the right side of this person sat another person, most of this person's body was covered by a black wool cotton coat, and his bare palms, chest, abdomen and face were wrapped with black strips of cloth, leaving only a gap in his eyes, this black-faced man was extremely abnormal, as if his muscles and bones were completely severed, and he had no strength at all, so he could only lie his head on the table.

The tall and thin scribe turned out to be Cao Ke, his face was haggard at the moment, but he asked hopefully: "Sir, can you treat this friend?" As he spoke, Cao Ke raised the black-faced man's left hand to cut Zhou Zhen's pulse, and concern flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Zhou Zhen raised his eyes but was stunned, and said, "Your Excellency is overworked, and it is very dangerous!"

Cao Ke shook his head, still full of hope, and said, "Please save my friend, sir." ”

Zhou Zhen's heart was slightly sluggish, and he paused for a moment before he lit the pulse of the black-faced man, but this touch was terrible, and he exclaimed: "This person! How can this person still be alive, his muscles and bones are broken, his viscera is destroyed, it is completely a dead vein, although there is a pulse, but, but." Zhou Zhen is speechless, not to mention the treatment of such a pulse, even if you believe it, it is difficult for people to believe it.

"Alas!" A thousand words only turned into a sigh, Zhou Zhen sighed: "Your Excellency, it's better to give up, it's difficult, to say something that shouldn't be said, in the eyes of the old man, this person is like a dead man." It's better to live like this, it's better to break it off as soon as possible. ”

Cao Ke couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, but he shook his head and said tiredly: "Cao Ke has asked and asked more than 100 people, but all I heard is Mr.'s assertion, it's not that Cao Ke doesn't know, but he doesn't want to give up." Thank you sir for your treatment. ”

Zhou Zhen felt that it was difficult to do anything, so he quietly watched Cao Ke get up, but he inadvertently saw the eyes of the black-faced man, this person's eyes were no longer focused, and it was almost useless except for opening and closing, but Zhou Zhen actually saw a trace of the will to survive, his heart was a little moved, and finally said out: "Maybe." ”

Just these two simple words, Cao Ke's eyes were suddenly full of hope and looked at Zhou Zhen, and Zhou Zhen's scalp was numb, and he said with difficulty: "Maybe, I just said maybe, maybe there are two people who may be able to save him." ”

Zhou Zhen paused for a moment, and without waiting for Cao Ke to respond, he continued: "This Yihe County is not big, and it is not small to say that it is small, but there are two medical honorables in this place. One surnamed Hou is in one of the nine cities of Shuofang, and the other surnamed Huang is in Bingye City. It's up to you where you go. ”

Cao Ke's heart was slightly quiet, he turned his head to look at the black-faced man, and then he made up his mind.

Three days later.

Cao Ke finally found the location of a doctor, he stood in front of the door, a little hesitant, he was carrying a black-faced man on his back, Cao Ke plucked up the courage to knock on the door, and after a while, someone answered the door, he immediately shouted: "Junior Cao Ke, ask to see the senior of the medical honorable Huang Quan, and ask the seniors to help treat the friends of the younger generation." ”

The person who answered the door opened the door slightly, stood at the crack of the door and looked at Cao Ke for a while, only to hear this person say: "The person on your back is the person you want to treat?"

Cao Ke was overjoyed and hurriedly responded: "That's right, he is a friend of the younger generation!"

The person who answered the door narrowed his eyes slightly, and put his eyes on the black-faced man, but suddenly his face changed greatly, and he roared angrily: "You dare to bring it to the people of the desperate fate to ask for help, how intentional are you!" The man slammed the door shut with a flick, but he didn't give Cao Ke any chance to speak.

Cao Ke's eyes were slightly red, he was desperate, and he really couldn't find a way to save people, so he gently put the black-faced man on the ground. Then, he knelt on the ground and shouted, "Please save Senior Huang!" and kept shouting, while kowtowing over and over again.

At this time, the weather was not too good, just a few days ago there was a heavy snowfall, although it had melted, but now, it was snowing heavily.

Cao Ke kept kowtowing, and there were already blood marks, but the sudden heavy snow made him panic, the black-faced man was already free from life and death, and how could he survive the heavy snow and freeze.

Cao Ke gasped, took off his coat and covered the black-faced man, he pulled the black-faced man over and leaned on himself, Cao Ke hugged him tightly, still kept shouting, shouting and shouting, and the corners of Cao Ke's eyes were wet with tears.

The iron-beaten man collapsed in those hundred calls for help, but Cao Ke couldn't give up, and if he gave up, the black-faced man would be dead, which drove Cao Ke to stick to the present. But now, he has almost reached a dead end, he is already exhausted, his mind is lost, he can't cry, but instinctively asks for help over and over again.

"Sir, are you really not going to save them?" said the immature child's voice.

Huang Quan's heart was shaken as early as when Cao Ke cried, but his eyes were slightly red, but he only gently stroked the head of the innocent child, and sighed in his heart: "Child, I'm for you!"