readx;? Chapter 3: Father and Son (6)

"You, you, you said, you said, but is it true?" Zhao Kuangyin hugged Han Jing with both hands, his legs trembled, and his lips kept trembling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAs long as there is a glimmer of hope, what man wants to watch his beloved woman die in his arms?not to mention that the reason for this woman's injury is also to spend a few more days with him?

"I treated Han Chongyun's injury!" Ning Ziming seemed to have expected him to ask this question, so he didn't think about it, and nodded with a smile. "Han Chongyun is still alive and well, don't believe it, can you send someone to Wu Shengjun to check later?"

This sentence is more direct and powerful than any explanation. Let Zhao Kuangyin and Chai Rong immediately feel that Ning Ziming's smiling face is a hundred times more pleasing to the eye than any beauty in the world, "Third child, why didn't you say it earlier." You, you're going to kill us!"

"I have to find the medicinal herbs first!Besides, if the pharmacist in this place can come up with another way to heal Sister Jing, it's best not to use my method. This method, to be honest, is a bit sensational!" Ning Ziming's face turned red when he was said, and he hurriedly explained loudly.

"If you need anything, just say it, second brother, I'll go find it immediately, no matter what way, as long as you save Jing Niang back, second brother, I, second brother, this life will be given to you immediately!" Zhao Kuangyin didn't hear Ning Ziming's voice at all, and rushed to his side in three steps and two steps, and couldn't wait to express his position.

It stands to reason that a disciple like him will not lack women around him since he was a child. However, those women were arranged for him by the elders, and they did not dare to violate the standards of virtue and virtue of women in this era. All of them look like clay puppets pressed out of the same mold, no matter how exquisite and luxurious, they have no attraction to him.

However, Han Jing is different. Dare to say and do, and be generous. Beautiful, bold, passionate, strong in martial arts and understanding of men's minds. If Zhao Kuangyin is a tiger smiling proudly in the mountains and forests, she is a leopard who lives and dies. If Zhao Kuangyin wants to be a Lingyun eagle, she can also turn into a white crane and soar. In the sky and on the ground, flying with wings, we never get tired of looking at each other.

Therefore, at this moment, no matter how unbelievable the treatment method Ning Ziming said, Zhao Kuangyin will not veto. Even if the condition for saving Han Jing was to take his own life, Zhao Kuangyin would not hesitate to support him to take a risk.

Fortunately, Ning Ziming didn't want his life. He smiled and said in an orderly manner: "I have bought all the herbs, and now I need an absolutely clean tent, two sets of casseroles for boiling medicine, two jars of the strongest burning spring, a bag of stone salt, a bag of frosting, half a white cloth, a brush, and two basins." A complete set of dishes, spoons, and ......" (Note 1)

"Yes, yes, I have already sent someone to rent the tent, second brother, third brother, you just come with me!" Before he could finish speaking, Chai Rong interrupted repeatedly, "Others, you go to the tent to make a list, and I will ask Guo Shu and them to buy it." ”

"I, I'll give you a hand, don't worry, you can do whatever you ask me to do, and I won't make trouble!" Zhao Kuangyin also swore like a newly enlightened schoolchild.

"Second brother will definitely have to stay, and you will have to do a lot of things yourself!" Ning Ziming smiled again and said in a low voice.

The three of them didn't bother to say much, took a big stride, and ran directly to the flower tent that Chai Rong had just sent someone to rent. picked the most spacious and cleanest room and walked in, placed the unconscious Han Jing on the bed first, and then began to prepare for rescue.

Ning Ziming took the lead and became the backbone of the big guy. found the brush, made a list on Zhao Kuangyin's front placket, tore it off vigorously, and handed it to the dead soldier of the Guo family who was waiting next to him, "Buy these things, pick up the best, be fast!"

"Yes!" the dead soldier Guo Shu agreed loudly and ran away.

Without waiting for him to step out, Ning Ziming pointed to the medicinal herbs he had bought back and continued to give orders, "Crush these seven-core poppy gourds and throw away the seeds inside." Put it together with the sheep's heel, jasmine root, angelica, calamus, angelica, and Chuanxiong, go outside to set up a fire, and boil it repeatedly with a casserole over high heat. When the herbal soup is as thick as rice porridge, pour it into a bowl and bring it in!" (Note 2)

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!" another Guo Mansion dead soldier hurriedly rushed forward with a loud promise, grabbed the grass medicine, and walked out the door.

"Put another packet of medicine, angelica, white peony, hook vine, gastrodia, chrysanthemum, kudzu, licorice, boil it warm or slow, and set aside!"

"Cut a few windows on the top of the tent with a knife to ventilate, but don't let the wind blow to the people below!"

"Look for candles, the best candles, the less smoke the better, to light up the house. Find a bronze mirror, the more the better, and put a circle around me, facing Sister Jingniang's injured arm. Second brother, you go and change into clean clothes, and help me and Sister Jing Niang find two sets of clean clothes. By the way, put your hands in hot water and wash them repeatedly, and then use them to soak them in the spring!"

"Big brother, please go and wash your hands too, and then ......"

Confident, calm, like an old national player who has been practicing medicine for decades, let the people around him, unconsciously, restore their minds, and unconsciously, choose absolute obedience.

But there are exceptions, just when Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin had just finished washing their hands with hot water and went to another tent to help Ning Ziming also finish changing clean clothes, outside the rented flower tent group, an old reprimand suddenly sounded, "Nonsense, it's all nonsense! Soak wine with four-leaf broken intestine grass, do you want to kill people or save people? Also, there are these seven-core poppy gourds, with such a large dose, it is enough for a strong man to sleep for three days and three nights, and if you pour it into the patient, don't you let her sleep until she dies?"

"Master, Master, the proprietor of my family is changing clothes, you, don't trespass!" Guo Shu and the others couldn't stop it at all, so they had to find a way to delay time while loudly warning Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming.

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, his face, which had finally eased up, instantly lost his blood. looked at Ning Ziming, and then at the angry Manichaean pharmacist outside the house, in a dilemma.

"I used this method to cure Han Chongyun!" Ning Zi knew that he was concerned about chaos, so he was not angry, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and emphasized with a smile. Immediately, he opened the tent door, quickly walked to the courtyard separated by the fence, and smiled at the Manichaean pharmacist Wen Mo who came to the door, "The master is uninvited, I don't know what to teach?"

"Of course, it's to stop you from taking people's lives!" Manichaean pharmacist's pure white eyebrows were raised high, and his cane poked the ground as a sound, "Boy, you don't even have a hair, and you dare to pretend to be a national hand? Even if you start studying medicine from your mother's womb, it will only be twenty years in total, and the old man doesn't believe that you can bring the patient back to life!"

"Hahaha!" There was a heartless laugh outside the low fence, which soon stopped and turned into questioning glances. But it was the group of Manichaean believers who had shed tears of sympathy for Zhao Kuangyin and Han Jing at the gate of the Great Guangming Temple just now, and when they saw a hairy child, they deceived the patient into treatment in a few words.

"If the juniors don't help, the master can have a way to pull Jing Jingniang back from the ghost gate!" was sprayed in public, and Ning Ziming also felt a little annoyed in his heart. He smiled, and his voice instantly turned high.

"Of course!" the white-bearded pharmacist Wen Mo was slightly stunned by the question, and then his old face turned red, "Of course not! The old man has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has never seen anyone who has gold sores and spasms and can be revived! Doll, you don't want to mess around." Before the golden sore spasm had fully attacked, she had not yet begun to convulse all over her body, and sent her to the God of Light, so that she could walk peacefully. If she delayed until the symptoms broke out, she would be festering all over, and life would be worse than death. Even if his husband doesn't pursue it, how can you, your conscience be at ease?!"

"This is not a golden sore spasm, besides, the golden sore spasm is not an incurable disease!" Ning Ziming glanced at him proudly and shook his head slightly, "As for conscience, as a doctor, I will do my best and obey the destiny of heaven." Instead of watching the living die!"

"You?" "You?" the old manichaean medicine man Wen Mo was choked and gasped, and looked at the young man with round eyes, his white beard trembling like a horse's hair in the wind, "You, you say it easily, do your best, obey the destiny of heaven, and in the end, don't you watch her die? If you really feed her, I'm afraid the result will be no different from sending it to the Great Light Temple! Boy, listen to me, the old man knows that you don't want to see your companion sad, so he made this decision. But this is the end of the matter, don't deceive yourself anymore"

"Arsenic is also highly toxic, but it is mostly used for sores and fistulas. Without him, just grasp the dose!" Thinking that the other party was out of kindness, Ning Ziming lowered his voice and reminded with a smile. "Besides, since you have been practicing medicine for many years, haven't you heard of the ancient recipe of Ma Boiling San?"

"Ma boiling?" Wen Mo, the old Manichaean medicine man, was slightly stunned when asked, and a few dazed flashes flashed in his eyes. "Old man, of course old man has heard of it, but, hasn't it been lost for many years? Ah, old man, old man understand, you, you want to ......"

Suddenly, his eyes became as bright as lightning, and he took several steps back one after another, pointing at Ning Ziming, his face full of disbelief. "You're going to use the seven-core poppy to numb her first. Then, then, scrape the bones, scrape the bones, heal the poison!"

As an old country who has been immersed in the Central Plains medical skills for decades, how could he not have heard of Hua Tuo's hemp boiling and bone scraping to heal injuries. However, legends are legends after all, and in today's world, who has ever seen the formula of hemp boiling with his own eyes? He has seen the miracle of scraping bones and healing wounds, and he has put it on his face alive?

Note 1: The relatively mature distillation technology was only introduced to China during the Yuan Dynasty. But in the Tang Dynasty, there was already a small range of spirits. The process is about two distillations, and the alcohol content can reach about 40%.

Note 2: The seven-core poppy gourd, a poppy gourd, the poppy seeds in it were used as spices in ancient times. Like the following four-leaf broken intestine grass, it is all made up by the author, an informal prescription. Do not imitate, or you will bear the consequences.

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