Chapter Ninety-Eight: Stitching

"What are you calling me for?" Feng Wuyi really couldn't resist his curiosity.

"You don't want me to teach you healing?" Lu Wan glanced at him.

"Huh? So fast? Feng Wuyi's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of surprise, this wish came too quickly.

"Don't want to?"

"Yes, yes!" His head was like pounding garlic.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, I don't think you look very old, it is rumored that the Medicine King Valley is isolated from the world, have you really sat in the hall like a doctor for medical treatment?"

Hearing this, Feng Wuyi shook his head, Lu Wan's eyes flashed, and sure enough, as she expected, Feng Wuyi was very talented, but his eyes were pure, and he looked like he was unearthly.

As a doctor, for a long time, he has been accustomed to seeing the impermanence of the world, the unpredictable life and death, and there will be some compassion in his eyes, where is the innocent appearance like Feng Wuyi.

"What's so great about the doctor sitting in the hall? A real master shouldn't have his own arrogance. "Feng Wuyi has never heard of this theory.

They are also very picky about patients, and those who are pleasing to the eye are saved, and those who are not pleasing to the eye are even extremely noble, or they have a lot of money, and they will not be saved if they say they don't save them.

"Why do you have a crush on me?" Lu Wan didn't answer, but asked him.

"At that time, in the Drunken Immortal Building, you could judge the old man's illness so far away on the second floor, and you came up with countermeasures so quickly, and even the position, angle, and even strength of your knife were so accurate!"

Feng Wuyi recalled the scene at that time and couldn't help but admire.

"And how do you think I'm so sure of his crux of the matter?"

Feng Wuyi frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Naturally, I have seen more and saved more, so I can quickly determine his situation and carry out scientific treatment in an orderly manner."

A really good doctor is not only in which department, but more importantly, he can receive the emergency, and the emergency doctor often needs to judge the crux of the patient more quickly and formulate an accurate plan.

Sometimes the emergency patient is dying, and the doctor has to fight with death. Exercising in this environment is often more straightforward and effective.

"The ancients said: practice makes perfect, even the process of wound stitching is a thousand times to practice."

"The master even knows about the wound stitches?" Feng Wuyi said in surprise.

Lu Wan was stunned, Feng Wuyi looked at her in confusion, and immediately spoke, "Master, don't you know that the technique of stitching this wound is our Medicine King Valley's specialty. ”

The corners of Lu Wan's mouth twitched, did it feel strange to even stitch the wound here?

"The stitches in our Medicine King Valley are famous all over the world, because there are almost no traces of the wounds that have been stitched." Feng Wuyi's face was written with pride.

"However, this matter has been spread out, and it has also caused some turmoil, and outsiders say that our Medicine King Valley does not treat people as people, and treats human skin as a pocket seam." Feng Wuyi said and grinned.

Lu Wan was also amused by his words, but thinking about it, isn't that what happened.

"Needless to do to be perfect, it takes a thousand practices, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Feng Wuyi nodded thoughtfully.

"The other symptoms are the same, after I rescued people at that time, didn't his servants later find an old doctor, his medical skills may not be exquisite, but he can understand what I mean with a little explanation, why do you think this is?"

Lu Xuan's eyes fell on Feng Wuyi's body.