readx;? Chapter 3: Father and Son (11)

"Well, okay! Since my eldest brother has already spoken, pharmacist, you can leave these four women with your second sister-in-law!" Ning Ziming was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and relaxed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He still clearly remembered that last night, Chai Rong himself said that he couldn't leave those girls, so that people would not be able to hold their heads up in the future. But today, it was Chai Rong who took the initiative to propose that he leave the four women behind. These two diametrically opposed decisions made him very uncomfortable, but he still chose to comply.

Brother Chai won't hurt me, and his intuition told Ning Ziming this.

Knowing that it was difficult and dangerous to go to Liaodong, Chai Rong was still willing to help him, and knowing that his identity was a big trouble, Chai Rong still promised to protect his life. If such a person still stabs him in the back, the young man would rather close his eyes and leave this cold world forever.

He trusts his instincts and believes that the human heart is not so bad.

However, the old pharmacist Wen Mo, seeing the words of "master uncle", made his master completely change his mind, and he was very uncomfortable. I was stunned for several breaths before I saluted with joy: "Master Xie, Uncle Xie, don't worry, these children are all taught by me, and they are absolutely reliable!"

"Alright, alright, don't do any more. You are eighty-four, and one master calls me one by one, so that every time I hear it, I feel that I have become a white-bearded old man!" Ning Ziming glanced at him and waved his hand with a smile.

He didn't mention the age gap between the two sides, and the old pharmacist asked Wen Mo if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his doliness. As soon as he mentioned this stubble, he immediately found the crux of the problem, smiled, and ran away with the housekeeper.

Chai Rong shook his head at the back of the old pharmacist, and immediately called the dead man Guo Shu and instructed him to find a craftsman and build a flower tent for the four new women. When Guo Shu hurriedly went out with the money bag, he turned his gaze to Ning Ziming, and asked with a smile: "Did you feel very strange just now, why did I suddenly change my mind for my brother? Without him, this is already the last thing that the Mi Qi Department can take out to trade, if you still insist on not accepting it, within three days, you will die!"

"This ......" Ning Ziming frowned, and some of the second monks were confused.

"They must have other important things to ask for, but they can't come up with enough to trade with you. That's why you stuff women into your tent again and again!" Zhao Kuangyin was slightly older than him and had more experience, so he smiled beside him and reminded in a low voice.

"...... transaction?" Ning Ziming heard this, and he was even more confused. "I've promised them to teach me everything, and besides, when the old medicine master begged me to pass on his art yesterday, there were several elders around who were watching the excitement, all covered in gold and silver. If they need my help with anything else, they just ask. I didn't say that I hate copper stink?!"

"The gold and silver are the private property of the elders, not the tribe. Chai Rong looked around and continued to smile and shake his head. "The poor temple is the rich abbot, the more the building will fall, the more so. The Uighurs have fallen from the land of ten thousand vehicles to the point where they are today, but in fact, they are not wronged at all! If the Mikan tribe does not have a wise patriarch, I am afraid that even if you learn your unique skill of scraping bones and curing poison, sooner or later they will be destroyed!"

"You mean, you mean, those elders are reluctant to take out their own money to benefit the tribe!" Ning Ziming was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes instantly widened.

If the entire tribe is annexed by others, the shepherds will naturally become slaves, and the elders will end up in a good way? Isn't it the same to bow your head and let the conquerors slaughter it?

"It can't be said that the elders all have families and no country, but the vast majority of them, I'm afraid they have already found a way out, in case the tribe is wiped out, they can hide and become a rich man. Of course, the Gentle Wipe Pharmacist may be an exception, but ......" Chai Rong grinned, his smile faintly bitter, "However, he is also alone. And if you have time, you might as well ask, those four girls, all of them are guaranteed to be concubines!"

"Uh!" Ning Ziming's heart was cold again, and his whole body was also cold. No wonder the eldest brother said that if he didn't accept a few more girls, there would be dead people in the tribe within three days! It turned out that the entire tribe had been reduced to the point of using a woman's body to make a deal with outsiders! And those elders who were righteous and strict about letting other people's daughters make sacrifices for the entire tribe were eating with a big belly and a mouth full of oil......

Thinking of this section, and looking at the shiny felt tents on both sides of the temporary street, he suddenly felt that the entire Mitriang tribe was extremely dirty.

And Chai Rong seems to have long been accustomed to everything. He patted him on the shoulder with a smile and continued to whisper: "The world is like this, and there is no home and no country in the eyes of meat eaters. In fact, our Central Plains are no better than the Uighurs, and even more unbearable! It's just that you have experienced less and haven't seen it. After watching more, I won't think it's anything strange!"

"Then if the pharmacist has other things to ask you for in the past two days, where you can help, you will try to help!" Zhao Kuangyin quickly took over the conversation and added in a low voice, "While they still have something to trade with you, we will admit some capital." I'm afraid that they won't even be able to take out the women in the end, and at that time, they should pay the bill directly with knives, just like the Khitan tribe we met on the way!"

"Hmm!" Ning Ziming nodded and sighed in a low voice.

"It's not that there yet!" Chai Rong pushed Zhao Kuangyin aside and continued to point in a low voice, "Your second brother said the worst-case scenario. As far as I can see, the Gentle Medicine Master still has a lot of prestige in the tribe now. You've taught him a skill that can save countless lives, and what he says has added a little more weight. Recently, if you and my brother help him a little more, he will have a little more confidence, and he will be able to suppress the other elders in the tribe and prevent the entire tribe from going down the evil path. As for the future, after you and my brother leave, we will have to resign ourselves to fate. After all, if people are not self-reliant, the gods can't save them!"

"Well, eldest brother, second brother, I listen to you!" Ning Ziming sighed softly again and agreed.

The next morning, the class ended, and the pharmacist Wenmo really asked Ning Ziming for help to treat the warriors in the tribe who had a festering wound on a calf. Ning Ziming remembered his eldest brother's words in his heart, so he agreed with a smile.

After a short time, the warrior was carried by the gentle disciples and grandchildren. The condition was almost exactly the same as Han Jing's day, except that the man's body was stronger, and the wound was located on the side of the calf bone with fewer blood vessels, so this person had been delayed for a few more days, and he had not yet been sent to the temple by his fellow clan to beg for death.

Seeing this, Ning Ziming's heart was settled. directly ordered someone to carry the warrior into his sleeping tent, and repeated the old trick in the same way as he treated Han Jing that day. This time, he became more and more skilled, and the dosage of the two prescriptions was more reasonable. The same night after the wound was sutured, the patient regained consciousness. After being carried home, he rested for two days, and he was able to use a cane and kowtow to him.

"This person is just an addition, the one who really needs to be rescued is probably the next one, or the next one!" After the warrior who came to thank him for his life left, Chai Rong walked to Ning Ziming's side and reminded him carefully.

"If you can save me, I'll save it, but it's also a life!" Ning Ziming smiled and responded in a low voice. I was looking forward to it, what kind of person did the pharmacist want to save, and he was so secretive.

Sure enough, another day passed, and the pharmacist again blushed and asked for help. This time, he asked Ning Ziming to go to one of his best friends' house for a visit.

Ning Ziming was already prepared in his heart, and he didn't ask much, so he ordered someone to take relevant medicinal materials and utensils and get into the carriage directly. After a short time, he came to a big tent with a golden splendor, and was taken in by seven or eight men who obviously had a strong smell of shame, and the stars held the moon.

"If Master can save this person, there will be 17,000 men and women in my Miri, and I will be at my disposal from now on!!"

"Please take a shot, my Mirami is willing to pay any price!"

"Your guest save my family master, my Eastern Sect of Manichaeism, and I will always pass on the holy name in the future!"

"Ask for your help, despise the sect, and ...... 200,000 disciples"

Before Ning Ziming could see the surrounding environment clearly, the old pharmacist Wen Mo and his two apprentices, as well as a group of men with a commotion on their bodies, had already knelt down with a "poof", kowtowing and begging bitterly.

"I'll take a look at the patient first! I'm not a miracle doctor, and I can't cure any disease with the technique of scraping bones and curing poison!" Ning Ziming waved his hand and responded very calmly. Between the words, there was really a bit of a big country hand.

The more he put the shelf to his heart's content, the more confidence he had in the medicine master and everyone present. He kowtowed again, got up and opened the curtain in the big tent, revealing a bloodless girl's side face.

"She, what disease does she have?" Ning Ziming was smoked by the strong smell of herbs on the girl's body, took two steps back, frowned, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's a back flower, it's been a seizure for a long time, and the disciple has been using medicine according to the previous prescription, but it has never worked. I really can't help it, so I want to ask Master to take a risk!" replied with a respectful response.

"What is the back flower?" Ning Ziming listened to the ear and continued to ask.

"It's a carbuncle. "The old pharmacist Wen Mo knew that his young master had a head injury and a broken memory. He arched his hand again and carefully explained, "Under the left shoulder blade, it was only the size of a grain of rice at first, but it hurt very much. Then it became a lump, and the surrounding area became red and purple, and gradually grew like an egg......" (Note 1)

He was too concerned about the safety of his patients and was afraid to explain it in detail. Ning Ziming heard it in his ears, but it was like a burst of thunder. Carbuncle, carbuncle on the back, this word is familiar to him. I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember it anyway. I was going to expel it from my mind as a misunderstanding, but in my memory, something was faint and ready to come out.

Seeing that Ning Ziming's face was changing rapidly, the old pharmacist Wen Mo hesitated for a moment, and explained with extra care, "The disciple once saw with his own eyes that the master cleaned up the sepsis from Jing Niang's wound, so he dared to infer that this carbuncle and the poisonous blood in the carbuncle can also be released by the same means. It's just that the disciple has not learned the arts, and the sect leader her, her illness can't be delayed any longer......"

"What are you talking about?" Ning Ziming suddenly grabbed him and ordered loudly, "You repeat what you just said!"

"Sect Master, her condition ......"

"It's not that, the front, the front!

"The disciple has not learned the art, so he dare not ......"

"That's not it!"

"The disciple saw with his own eyes that the master cleaned up Jing Niang'......"

"Boom!" Ning Ziming was struck by lightning and retreated step by step. It wasn't until he was held by two strong men with a commotion on his body that he barely stood firm, and grinned with a white face, "I'm sorry, I seem to have remembered something again." You guessed it right, the same method can indeed remove the poisonous pus from the carbuncle in the back. Hurry up and prepare, lift the patient up, find a brace to tie it tightly, and expose the carbuncle on the back. After feeding the hemp boiling, let the irrelevant people out!"

"They, they are all servants!" the old medicine master Wen Mo was surprised and delighted, and couldn't wait to explain.

It turned out to be a group of eunuchs, no wonder there was a strong smell of commotion on them. And the so-called sect leader must be the supreme leader of the Ming Sect. It's just that I didn't expect to be so young, looking at the face, she is still a little girl who has not yet reached the cardamom years. Ning Ziming smiled, knowing in his heart.

He stopped thinking nonsense, commanded the old medicine master Wen Mo and his two apprentices, and immediately began to rescue.

With these three knowledgeable assistants, the whole process of casting the spell went extremely fast. It took less than half an hour for the wound to be sutured. But this time there were more gaps, and each gap was stuffed into the cotton strips, so that the new pus and blood could be sucked out in time by the cotton strips.

After cutting the silk thread, Ning Ziming smiled and said in a low voice: "Next, it will be up to you, the old apprentice, to do it for you." I'm a little tired, so I'll go back and get some rest. Later, you can send someone to me to get another recipe for cleaning up the residual poison in your body in the future. ”

The old pharmacist Wen Mo knew that he was afraid of men and women, so he nodded again and again. The eunuchs in the room saw the birth of a miracle with their own eyes, and they were grateful one by one. Ning Ziming himself, but he didn't want to stay longer for a moment. He smiled at everyone again, and walked quickly out of the Golden Horde.

When he saw the light of the sky outside again, his whole body instantly became short again. His face was pale and staggering, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, exhausted.

The eldest brother Chai Rong is right, the Mirihu tribe did a great favor by begging himself.

But the eldest brother Chai Rong didn't guess that the reward he received was not only the four maidservants.

Those were three extremely vague and broken memories, so vague that Ning Ziming couldn't sort them out at all, and couldn't even determine whether they were memories or nightmares caused by his own overthinking.

Jing Niang, Zhao Kuangyin, carbuncle ......

It seems to be related to each other, but it seems to be unrelated.

What made him sweat even more was that in these three memories that suddenly appeared, he himself had completely become a bystander. Just watched from the side without blinking, indifferent. Or, he himself didn't exist at all!

Note 1: Carbuncle dorsal carbuncle, Staphylococcus aureus infection of the skin on the back. In modern times, surgery is almost non-necessary, but in ancient times it was often fatal. Fan Zeng, Zhao Kuangyin and Xu Da all died of this disease.

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