readx;? Chapter 3: Father and Son (7)

"I really need to use some anesthetic to stun her first, but I don't necessarily need to scrape the bones!" I really couldn't stand the rare and strange appearance of the old manichaean medicine man, Ning Ziming smiled and explained patiently, "She can still move her arms after being injured that day, and her bones are definitely fine." The fact that the pen is now sick like this www.biquge.info is mainly caused by the suppuration and infection of the wound, which is what you call gold sore spasm. Therefore, the first priority is to release the pus and blood, and then according to the specific situation, see if it is necessary to remove the rotten flesh near the wound to avoid the poisonous blood from spreading to the whole body!"

He said it well and coherently. made the surrounding Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin listen, and they had a little more confidence out of thin air. Although the Manichaean pharmacist Wen Mo was still skeptical, he didn't have the courage to insist that Han Jing would definitely die. frowned and pondered for a moment, looked at Ning Ziming again and again, and asked in a deep voice: "You are indeed right, but most of these things are unheard of by the old man before." How many years have you studied medicine, and who did you learn from?"

"The teacher is called Fuyaozi, surnamed Chen. Ning Ziming was forced to be helpless, so he had to pull his master Chen out as a shield. "I've been under him since I was a child, and I don't know how many years I've been studying. ”

"Fuyaozi, could it be the demon of Emei Zhenren?" Wen Mo, the old manichaean pharmacist, was taken aback again, taking a few steps back, his face full of vigilance, "No wonder you have such superb medical skills at such a young age." I don't know how many people he deceived into believing in the evil gods with his medical skills! Now he is about to go to Hell, and he still doesn't know how to change his ways!"

"Scolding the master in front of the apprentice is not the work of a cultivated person. Ning Ziming glared at him, forcibly suppressed the urge to hit someone, and reminded with a sneer.

"In any case, he worships the evil god! The Great God of Light is the only righteous lord in heaven and on earth!" Wen Mo, the old manichaean pharmacist, blushed slightly, and emphasized even more with his neck. "No matter how high your medical skills are, you will be helping to do evil, and sooner or later you will go to Hell!"

"That's not necessarily! Our hometown is under the jurisdiction of the Jade Emperor. Whoever dares to cross the line has to ask the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals and Taishang Laojun if they are willing to agree!" Seeing this, Chai Rong hurriedly pulled him secretly, and interrupted with a smile, "Two of you, there is no need to fight for these." It's important to save people, it's important to save people. ”

"Hmph!" Ning Ziming immediately realized that he was now on the territory of Manichaeism, suppressed his anger, and turned around to clean the improvised silverware with wine.

The old manichaean pharmacist Wen Mo also knew that he was out of shape. He took a few breaths and stopped talking. In my heart, I couldn't help but think of the past when I was young, when my master sneaked into the Central Plains to spread the Great Light Doctrine with the help of medical skills, but was directly driven out of the Great Wall by a group of stinky Taoist priests who believed in evil gods, and I had mixed feelings.

However, whether he is depressed or resentful, with his current status and self-cultivation, he will not settle the old account on Chen Luan's disciples. It's just that he feels more and more that the young man is not pleasing to the eye, and he keeps an eye on this person's every move with all his energy, and he can't wait to pick out a few big stick bones from the eggs.

Ning Ziming had time to compete with him, and seeing that the old pharmacist was no longer making trouble for himself, he immediately continued to make relevant preparations before the rescue in an orderly manner. The white cloth you just bought was torn into strips, boiled in boiling salted water one by one, wrung out and hung in the sun. The candles and mirrors and other items were also packed up neatly, and the people were instructed to send them into Han Jing's tent and place them.

Suddenly, several dead soldiers came in to report that the medicinal juice had been boiled. Ning Ziming immediately gestured to Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin, signaling that the two were ready to go with him to heal Han Jing's injuries. The old manichaean medicine master Wen Mo searched for a long time but did not find any mistakes, so he gritted his teeth and followed closely behind the three of them.

"Master, there are female dependents, please stay for the time being!" Zhao Kuangyin couldn't bear it anymore, turned around suddenly, opened his arms, and blocked the way of the old pharmacist.

"Old man, old man is eighty-four this year!" The old pharmacist Wen Mo immediately realized his recklessness, his face turned red, and he defended in a low voice, "Old man, the old man showed her the injury an hour ago. The old man, the old man is also a pharmacist, and he has a rough medical theory. Go in and make a move, it's definitely better than you clumsy man!"

"You, you ......" Zhao Kuangyin didn't have enough reason to refuse, but he was afraid that this person would make trouble for his third brother after he went in, delaying Jing Niang's treatment. His brow is furrowed, and his palms open and close at his sides.

"Let him come in!, or you might have to come up with some moths in a while!" Just as he was hesitating whether to move roughly, Ning Ziming's order came from the tent again. It's not high, but with a confidence that's hard to hide.

"Look, your third brother knows that the old man will definitely be able to help!" The old pharmacist was overjoyed, and without waiting for Zhao Kuangyin to get out of the way, he lowered his head and got under the other party's arm.

As soon as I entered the door, I immediately felt that there was a bright light in front of me. But there were more than 20 mirrors, large and small, lined up in a whole circle around the tent, gathering the sunlight in the sky and the candlelight in all directions on the hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, Han Jing was already angry. The wounded arm exposed outside the quilt kept emitting a fishy smell, so thick and strong that even the smell of the medicinal soup that had just been boiled could not be suppressed.

The old pharmacist Wen Mo was smoked, and his stomach and intestines tumbled. Immediately, he began to wonder if Ning Ziming's previous remarks were deliberately deceiving each other. However, before he could open his mouth to sneer, the sound of the other party's command had already come to his ears, unhurried, calm and calm. "Everybody, use the cup at the door, take turns rinsing with the spirits. Spit it out immediately after gargling, and you are not allowed to drink it. Big brother, second brother, after the two of you rinsed your mouths, you tied Sister Jingniang's injured arm to the freshly tied ash pole at the head of the bed with a clean strip of cloth. Master, after you have rinsed your mouth, go over there and find a candlestick and hold it at the patient's feet!"

"Okay!" Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin did not hesitate, and immediately nodded in unison.

The old medicine master Wen Mo originally wanted to protest, but saw that the other two chose to obey. I had to suppress the irritability in my heart and turn around to carry out the order.

Suddenly, Han Jing's injured arm was carefully tied by Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin. Ning Ziming stepped forward, first opened the patient's eyelids and looked at them, then cut the other party's pulse with his fingers, felt the breath with his ear, frowned, and commanded in a low voice: "I just bought a bottle of medicinal wine, and it is soaked in ginseng." Second brother, you pour a few spoonfuls into her with a spoon first. Remember, move fast and don't choke on her!"

"Yes!" Zhao Kuangyin agreed loudly like a soldier on a march. Three steps and two steps walked to the table at the door of the tent, poured out half a bowl of a bottle of ginseng wine specially sold to large families to replenish qi and blood, brought it back to the hospital bed, and carefully fed it into Han Jing's mouth.

"Almost, eldest brother, you give this bowl of medicinal juice to the second brother and let him feed it to Jing Niang!" Ning Ziming carefully observed the patient's reaction after taking ginseng wine with the help of candlelight and daylight, and continued to command in a low voice.

"Yes!" Chai Rong agreed, just like his soldiers. Then he brought the cold hemp and handed it to Zhao Kuangyin with both hands.

Zhao Kuangyin exchanged the medicinal juice with him with an empty bowl, and then fed Han Jing according to Ning Ziming's instructions. Spoonful after spoonful, each spoonful seems to weigh more than a thousand pounds. After feeding a bowl of hemp, the whole person was already tired as if he was in the army of ten thousand horses, and he was exhausted.

Ning Ziming didn't understand his hard work at all, looked at the patient's reaction again, and ordered loudly, "Okay, big brother, go and bring in those boiled white cloth strips." Then he stood at the door and guarded the wind, and no one was allowed to break in. Second brother, you put down the medicine bowl and use this silver scissors to cut the cuffs of Sister Jing Niang!"

Chai Rong smiled knowingly and turned to leave. Zhao Kuangyin picked up the silver scissors that had been washed with wine and cut the sleeves of Jing Niang's clothes as he said.

However, at the critical moment, the five fingers of his right hand were as soft as noodles, and he used his strength several times, but he couldn't cut the sleeves in the slightest.

"Put it down, I'll come!" Seeing that he was nervous like this, Ning Ziming had no choice but to shake his head, snatch the scissors, and do it himself.

The sharp scissors cut the sleeves that had long been soaked in thick blood, layer by layer. A still swollen and shiny arm was exposed, from the wrist to the shoulder blade, and the black air was permeated.

Seeing this, Ning Ziming couldn't help but shake his head again and again. Turn on the scissors and continue to cut the bandages off your arms. In the blink of an eye, the full extent of the wound was exposed. I saw a half-inch-long knife wound on the black and translucent arm, and he grinned. Unable to distinguish whether it was flesh or thick juice, the clumps scrambled to the outside of the wound like fish on a midsummer evening.

"Hiss——!" Rao is heart was already prepared, and Ning Ziming still gasped.

Zhao Kuangyin, who was standing next to him, heard this, and his body was immediately struck by lightning. shook it, and grabbed his third brother's shoulder, "Ru, how, can you save her?" Third brother, you, you just told me that you will definitely be able to save her!"

"It shouldn't be too difficult to save her, but this arm ......" Ning Ziming was grabbed so that his shoulders hurt, he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Kuangyin, and deliberately prolonged his voice and said.

"Alright, alright, even if I have an arm missing, I want her. I, I will raise her for the rest of my life, and I will never lose it!" Zhao Kuangyin immediately withdrew the hand that was holding Ning Ziming's shoulder, put it behind his back, and swore loudly.

"That's not it, at most it's just a big scar! After applying pearl powder for a few years, you may not be able to see it!" Ning Ziming smiled at him, no longer deliberately playing tricks on people.

"Poof!" Chai Rong, who was standing at the door, and the old pharmacist who was standing at the foot of the bed holding a candle were amused by each other.

Zhao Kuangyin suddenly knew that he had been deceived, and his face was flushed with shame. Waving his hand, he urged loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up, you bad-hearted guy, when are you still joking with my brother?!"

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear it for a while, and you'll always make trouble for me! You know, when you use the knife later, every time you touch me, it is equivalent to directly cutting Sister Jing's bones with a knife!" Ning Ziming put away his smile and emphasized with a positive color.

"No, no, I won't do it again! Third brother, don't worry. If I dare to touch you again, you will, you will let me, alas! You will just stab me with a knife!" Zhao Kuangyin understood Ning Ziming's true intentions, and was ashamed and afraid, raising his hand and loudly guaranteeing.

"Then I'll believe you once!" Ning Ziming glanced at him meaningfully, and turned to get his tools, salt water, soju, and the medicinal juice brewed from the wine.

By light and daylight, he first took a white cloth dipped in some clean salt water to wash away the pus and blood from the wound. Then he washed his hands again, grabbed the knife, and slashed into the festering wound, half an inch deeper.

Han Jing, who was in a coma, just frowned slightly. Zhao Kuangyin, who was standing next to him, screamed "Ah ——!" in a low voice as if his heart had been cut by a knife. Anyway, he still remembered Ning Ziming's reminder, and quickly raised his left hand to cover his mouth and nose. The right hand on Ning Ziming's shoulder, which was about to reach out, also retracted back sharply and slapped himself with a big mouth!

"Slap ——!" slapped loudly, this time, Zhao Kuangyin finally sobered himself up. gritted his teeth and took two steps back, knocked on his toes, and looked at the silver knife in Ning Ziming's hand from afar, and his arms and thighs no longer dared to move a single bit.

Ning Ziming turned a deaf ear to the movement behind him, as if he had already treated thousands of the same wounds, and used a knife to expand the wounds in both directions by a few points. It wasn't until the red blood was dripping out that he put down the silver knife, grabbed the brush, and smeared the four-leaf broken intestine grass juice soaked in wine towards the wound with a stroke.

Strange to say, the turquoise grass juice turned out to be the nemesis of pus, blood and rotten meat. As the brush moves, the effect is almost immediate. The grayish-yellow pus and blood were quickly washed away. The rotten flesh, which had been rotting for many days, was also burned by the poisoned wine and shrunk, hanging like dry snot on both sides of the center of the wound.

Ning Ziming put down the poisonous wine, picked up another handful of washed silver scissors, and cut them left and right along the wound he had just expanded, cutting off all the dead flesh. Then a light white squid bone soaked in wine was used to frustrate back and forth in the place where it had previously rotted the most. When encountering new dead meat, pick up the next set of scissors washed with wine again......

Time flew by, and the daylight overhead quickly began to dim. But the candles around him became brighter and brighter, and they were gathered together by mirrors, illuminating every face beside the sickbed, as well as the injured arm that was bleeding clean blood again, and the meticulous hands in front of the injured arm.

It was very white, slightly thick, and the nails of the ten fingers were neatly built. It's hard to imagine that such a pair of hands that often hold a steel whip are so dexterous. Whether it's a two-inch-long silver knife or a three-inch-long pair of scissors, they all work like flying in these hands.

"Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah!" Zhao Kuangyin felt that his heart was beating wildly as if it was crazy, as if it might jump out of his throat at any time. But he didn't dare to make any sound, he didn't dare to raise his arm, and he beat his own chest. The third brother was saving Jing Niang's life, he didn't comfort himself with lies before! He, he did know how to scrape bones and cure poison thaumaturgy! He had already cut off most of the dead flesh on Jing Niang's upper arm! Where did he learn such a clever skill! He, he was really a lucky star for everyone!

At the same moment, the heart of the old Manichaean medicine man was beating wildly. Hemp boiling, scraping bones to cure poison, and silver scissors to cut wounds, these are all divine skills that have been lost for thousands of years! If you can learn it in your hands, it will definitely make the teachings of the Great Light God spread tenfold faster.

Heal ordinary people with miraculous skills, and attract believers with medical ethics and medical skills. With the grace of saving lives, let believers take the initiative to donate money. Then they will use the money to buy more medicine and save more people...... , such a cycle repeatedly, how can it be used to worry that the Great Light Sect will not be able to revive?

The arm that held up the candlestick was already sore. The old pharmacist was gentle, but he didn't dare to relax a bit. He didn't dare to make any sound or make any moves, lest his behavior of stealing the teacher would be discovered by others and he would be expelled from the house. He didn't even dare to blink his eyes more, his gaze was fixed on the young divine doctor's hands, following the movement of his palms and fingers, refusing to leave a single slight!

With the movement of those big hands, the deepest rotten flesh in the patient's wound was also cleaned up little by little. White fascia and pale pink muscles are exposed. Ning Ziming suddenly stretched, dropped the knife, scissors, and squid bones, picked up clean salt water again, and cleaned the wound repeatedly.

"It's done?" Chai Rong, who was standing at the door, was the farthest away and couldn't see most of Ning Ziming's movements, so he was in the most relaxed mood. Seeing that his third brother suddenly straightened his waist, his face suddenly became happy, and he took two steps to the hospital bed, asking tentatively.

"Fortunately, I should be able to save her arm!" Ning Ziming turned his head and smiled at him, his face full of exhaustion.

"Can you save her arm?!Then, what about her life?!Her life, it should, it should be, there will be no problem!Third brother!" Zhao Kuangyin's body shook suddenly, his eyes were round, and his voice was as hoarse as a piece of iron.

"What do you say?" Ning Ziming glared at him and asked angrily. Turning his head, he used his fingers to pick up the needles and threads that had been boiled in boiling water and soaked in salt water. "Don't bother me, come and see for yourself! Keep your mouth far away, and don't breathe into the wound!"

"Alas, alas!" Zhao Kuangyin didn't say yes, and staggered towards the sickbed. Only then did he step out of his left leg, and suddenly his knee weakened, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Be careful!" Chai Rong's hand was scurry, and he rushed over with an arrow step, pulling Zhao Kuangyin so that he would not touch the corner of Ning Ziming's clothes. At the beginning, it is cold and sticky. Looking down closely, I suddenly found that my second brother's clothes had long been soaked with sweat, and I couldn't find an inch of dry place all over my body.

raised his head again and peeked at Ning Ziming, and when he entered his eyes, he also had a wet back. Obviously, the previous set of bone scraping and poison healing skills seemed extremely easy from a distance, but in fact, for the caster, it was no less difficult than fighting on the battlefield.

"Fortunately, Sister Jing Niang usually likes to practice martial arts, and her body is much stronger than that of ordinary women. Just as he was sighing, he heard Ning Ziming add in a low voice. "Second brother, you stay here for a while and observe her movements at any time. If she wakes up before the evening, feed her some goat's milk and ginseng wine. Try not to drink hemp again unless she is in too much pain to bear!"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" Zhao Kuangyin nodded like pounding garlic, holding Chai Rong's arm and struggling to get up, his eyes went around Ning Ziming's body from the side, and looked at Jing Niang's arm.

I saw that the ten fingers of my third brother were flying, and he cleanly and neatly stitched up the wound that was no longer bleeding pus and blood with needles and threads. Just at the very bottom, a small shallow hole is left.

Ning Ziming stretched his waist again, took the common golden medicine from the table, and applied a thin layer on the wound. Then the wound was gently wrapped with a boiled white cloth. When everything was cleaned up, he stepped back a few feet, grabbed another white cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, and gasped to add, "There is another decoction, which is specially used to clean up the residual poison in the body." Second brother, you remember to feed her, three times a day. There's licorice in it, and it smells so different from hemp boiling, so don't get confused!"

"Yes, yes, you can rest assured!" Zhao Kuangyin was so happy that he couldn't wait to his tail vertebrae, and he promised repeatedly, threw himself in front of the sickbed, and kept bowing. "Ziming, Ziming, I, I, my life, ...... in the future"

"Save it, second brother. You're not afraid of people's jokes, you dare to give up your life for the sake of your beloved woman!" Ning Ziming shook his head and joked with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, who likes to talk about it!" Zhao Kuangyin smiled, "I, I just want Jing Niang, as long as Jing Niang comes back to life!"

Looking back, he looked at Han Jing on the sickbed reluctantly. The other party was still in a comatose state, but the black aura on his face had completely dissipated. The faint color of blood, from the girl's unique round cheeks, is unexpectedly beautiful, dizzying.

"Out of breath!" Chai Rong couldn't stand his love look, Chai Rong whispered, picked up Ning Ziming, and slowly walked out of the door.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the painstaking treatment seemed to take little effort, but in fact, it took an hour and a half. The two brothers were hungry, smiled at each other, and went out of the hospital to find a restaurant. Unexpectedly, after passing through the two tents, a rush of footsteps came to the ears again from behind him, but it was the old Manichaean medicine master Wen Mo, who chased after him with a smile on his face.

"What advice does the master have?" Chai Rong immediately became vigilant, turned his head, put his arms at his side, and stood with his legs in front and back, smiling and asking.

"I, I think, I want to apprentice!" replied to the old pharmacist's blushing face like a monkey's ass. Immediately, without anyone refusing, with an agile movement that was not commensurate with his age, he knelt down with a "poof", bowed to Ning Ziming, and bowed his head, "Master is above, please accept the apprentice!"

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