Uncle Gesang is a typical Tibetan compatriot who still maintains nomadic customs and lives in tents. The roof is covered with long and short five-colored flags, which are said to be good luck and keep you safe. The straightforwardness, warmth, and hospitality of the Tibetan surname are vividly expressed in him, as if he was not talking about business, but coming to his home as a guest.

Toasting is indispensable, but fortunately, Wang Hao still knows the rules, first took a sip, and then took a sip when he was full, and drank the whole bowl of wine until the third time. This is called following the local customs, not only respecting others, but also being happier.

Seeing that Wang Hao knew how to be polite so well, Uncle Gesang smiled heroically, and the plateau red on his face became a little more eye-catching, and he dragged Wang Fatzi's hand into the room.

However, the other two were a little at a loss in the face of his enthusiasm, and Tuoba Dance still maintained her usual indifference, following behind the three without saying a word.

Entering the room, the smell of various medicinal herbs is even stronger, especially the smell of musk. Wang Hao pretended not to find anything, and let him pull him all the way into the room. The tents are painted in bright yellow and vermilion, but they don't look rustic at all, but instead give you a unique atmosphere that is as it should be. Different cultures have different characteristics, different forms of expression, and when you get rid of stereotypes, you can find the charm in them.

In the middle of the dazzling brightness, a striking white suddenly appeared, which couldn't help but make the fat man pause for a moment to breathe. It's her! The woman who met twice but didn't have the chance to meet each other, sure enough, met again at the home of the Tibetan compatriots, and at this moment the woman held a wine glass and looked at the fat man with interest.

If the first meeting is fate, the second meeting is called a coincidence, but what about the third time? The two turned out to be surprisingly tacit, except for a meaningful smile in return, Wang Hao did nothing.

"Let me introduce you to this famous doctor I specially invited, and she was invited to save my son." Uncle Gesang solemnly introduced the woman in white, but the woman was drinking by herself, and she didn't seem to hear his introduction.

Doctor! Wang Hao's eyes couldn't help but light up, no wonder he dared to eat mushrooms casually, it turned out that he was still a famous doctor, and then he had the idea of revenge.

Uncle Gesang ignored the surrounding guests and continued: "I won't hide it from you, my son went up the mountain to collect medicine three years ago and never returned, and then the villagers found him on the sacred mountain, when he was frozen all over his body, and he is still unconscious. It's all because I don't discipline him strictly, so he dared to go to Shenshan to collect medicine without permission. In the past three years, I tried my best to save my son, so I simply started selling medicinal materials, hoping to be lucky enough to meet a famous doctor and save my son. ”

Sacred Mountain refers to Gongga Mountain, and anyone who dares to climb it, even if it is close, is a blasphemy against the gods and an unforgivable sin, not to mention going to the mountain to collect medicine.

Uncle Gesang thought that this was God's punishment for his son, but he was still unwilling to let his son sleep forever, so he thought of this method, because he had a good character and the quality of the medicinal materials in his hands was also high, and soon occupied the high-end market of Tibetan medicine. It is precisely because of this that all the customers who come to the door, Uncle Gesang are treated as distinguished guests, and his son's condition has not progressed in the past few years, but he has made a lot of acquaintances, and Uncle Gesang's fame has become greater.

Just looking at the expression of the woman in white is also confident, the woman drinks wine with a bowl to have a unique charm, Li Lu was a famous doctor before joining the Tuoba family, Wang Hao is at least a half-hung doctor, and the only person who doesn't know how to do it is Tuoba Dance. In such an environment, there are only two words, embarrassing, but good literacy makes her never lose her temper.

After all, there is a difference between alchemy and medical skills, Wang Hao knows the difference, so he has always kept silent, this situation is better than looking at the performance of the woman in white.

"I and my friends also have a little bit of a taste of medical skills, why don't we take a look, maybe we can help. We don't mean anything else, people who study medicine naturally like to explore difficult diseases when they see them. Li Lu modestly made a request, the types of coma are strange, in contrast, the treatment method is much simpler, often one method can solve hundreds of causes of coma, no need to deal with the right situation, this is the source of Li Lu's confidence, he used to be a famous doctor, there is no lack of confidence in medical skills, and the unpleasant thing is to pull the fat man in.

After taking a seat, Wang Hao sat on the left side of the seat, drinking barley wine bowl after bowl, the habit of Tibetan people, men on the left and women on the right, not allowed to sit casually, Tuoba Dance and the woman in white sat together at this time, don't look at the woman at first glance is not outstanding, and now sitting with Tuoba Dance is still not discolored.

When the fat man heard Li Lu's words, he choked on the spot and squirted wine, and then coughed incessantly, the fat man likes to be a low-key person, even if he can do it, he won't show off, not to mention that he hasn't even seen the patient, how can he be sure?

"He's a famous doctor, I'm nothing." The explanation is concise and to the point, and it is completely true, Wang Hao is indeed not a doctor, let alone a famous doctor, burning pills is burning pills, practicing medicine is practicing medicine, and it cannot be confused.

Uncle Gesang not only blames the fat man's attitude, but has a little appreciation, the way of practicing medicine is the most taboo not to know how to pretend to understand, and if he is not careful, it is a mistake for someone's surname. Although he didn't mention it, he could guess by looking at his look that the old man was worried about his son's condition, where was he in the mood to drink? Even if there is, it is stuffy liquor to drink.

Instead of drinking like this, it is better to see a doctor first, and the woman put down the wine bowl and signaled to help Uncle Gesang treat his son first.

The fat man has to admire the wisdom of a woman, just one look can let you know what she is going to do, and people will not notice the slightest inconvenience. So the fat man still couldn't be sure if she was dumb or stumbling, because so far, it hadn't gotten to the point where she needed to use words.

Uncle Gesang understood it, so he naturally couldn't ask for it, and hurriedly led everyone into the inner room. The room was filled with the strong smell of various medicinal herbs, and the old man used all the refreshing drugs to wake up his son early, so that the smell in the air made people feel that they could not breathe.

"Bad air is bad for health, especially for unconscious patients." With Uncle Gesang's consent, Wang Hao opened the window. A slight wheezing could be heard in the room, and it turned out that when they first came in, several people were holding their breaths, which is no wonder, and the smell of refreshing drugs is more pungent and spicy.

Wang Hao quietly glanced at the patient, it was a handsome Tibetan young man, who had been in a coma for a long time and did not cause weakness, on the contrary, the young man was like a strong grassland lion, and he must have fascinated many Tibetan girls.

However, the color of the skin is not healthy enough, showing a miserable white like a piece of paper, and a cursory glance can also tell that the body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people. This condition is not a disease, but a symptom of poisoning, and it is not the ordinary five poisons, but cold poison. Wang Hao used the ice spirit of ten thousand years to build a foundation, and he couldn't be clearer about the surname of cold poison, and there are many strange beasts that can make people cold poison, and the most famous of them should be the ice silkworm. According to "Collecting Memories", there are ice silkworms in Donghaiqiao Mountain that are seven inches long, black, horned, and scaly.

If it was indeed an ice silkworm, it would be very suitable for fat people.

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