Besides, Xianghai took Fusheng's car to escort Ma Chenlong to Guangfu and carried him into Houde Mansion. Li Shanren was very surprised when he saw his son suddenly come home and carry in a "dead man" with a hooded head and face with Shen Gongzi.

Xianghai didn't have time to talk to his father in detail, so he called Niu Laosi to help and carried Ma Chenlong directly into his room.

After settling Ma Chenlong, Fusheng said goodbye and went home, Xianghai told his father: "This brother is unconscious from a gunshot wound, he is still having a high fever, and his life is in danger, I will go and ask Mr. Zhang to come for treatment."

"Gunshot wounds?" Li Shanren was taken aback, and Xianghai told the tragedy on the main road, Li Shanren didn't ask any more, and said, "You watch at home, I'll go."

Then he went out to Zhangjia Medical Hall. Li Shanren has been close to the Zhang family recently, and he has to run to the Zhang family medical hall if he has nothing to do, and he has been there once this morning, and he drank a pot of tea with Mr. Zhang before coming back.

Now that I have something to do, I naturally want to go, so I came to the Zhangjia Medical Hall with Si Dike. Mr. Zhang saw that Li Shanren had just come and was coming again, so he didn't feel a little strange, so he asked: "You have come twice today, what do you want, just ask."

Li Shanren said: "My brother does have something to ask for, there is a patient in the family who is in a coma in bed due to injury, unable to move, and wants to annoy Mr. Lao to pull his legs, and thank you for it."

Mr. Zhang asked: "You came in the morning, but I didn't see you talk about it, so it can be seen that the patient just came, I don't know what kind of injury it is?"

Li Shanren said: "I won't tell you, it's a gunshot wound." Mr. Zhang was taken aback when he heard this, and asked, "Gunshot wound?"

Won't it be Ling Lang's trouble? "Definitely! It was Inuko-san who was accidentally injured in the city yesterday. Mr. Zhang thought to himself, he was accidentally injured in the city, and instead of being treated in the city, he took the trouble of sending it to the countryside for treatment, and there must be something strange in it.

It is important for the doctor to treat the disease and save people, so he doesn't ask much, packs up the medicine box, and follows Li Shanren to Houde Mansion. Li Shanren invited Mr. Zhang into the Xianghai room.

Mr. Zhang saw that the injured person was covered with kudzu grass cloth as a bandage, his body was so hot that he was unconscious, so he hurriedly called his pulse, and the pulse was still strong, it should be due to excessive blood loss and inflammation caused by high fever.

Mr. Zhang asked Xianghai to untie the kudzu grass cloth and check the wound, he didn't know if he didn't see it, he was startled when he saw it, the man's chin was blurred with flesh and blood, and the blood was not stopping, and he was really taken aback.

Quickly washed his hands with salt water, put his fingers into the wound and probed, Ma Chenlong, who was in a coma, couldn't help but tremble, Xianghai quickly grabbed his hand and didn't let him move.

Mr. Zhang probed and probed into Ma Chenlong's wound, but found no bullets, and found that it was a penetrating wound, and the bullet had entered from the front and had passed out from the back of his neck, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

After some examination, Mr. Zhang said to Li Shanren: "The great luck in misfortune, the bullet passed through the cheek, did not hurt the nerves, and did not stay inside, which is much better than expected."

Xianghai breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and didn't think that Mr. Zhang said: "I'm not a surgeon, I can't use a knife, I can't do anything to cut bones and remove flesh, now I don't know if the bullet has injured the back of the neck bone, if I hurt the back of the neck bone, I have to have surgery to cut the bones and remove the flesh."

Now stop the bleeding and reduce inflammation first, and then look at the condition, if you need surgery, please ask for another high-level treatment. Xianghai's heart hung on his throat again, and Mr. Zhang said: "However, if the wound is cleaned in time, the bleeding will be saved."

"Zhang's family medical hall has been a doctor for generations, the family has a secret miracle medicine, which has a miraculous effect on hemostasis, and there is blood loss inside and outside the country, such as women's menstrual blood irregularity, postpartum collapse, and even anal blood leakage.

Mr. Zhang hurriedly went home to get the secret medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, and sure enough, the medicine stopped bleeding. Xianghai was relieved at this time, thinking that Ma Chenlong was saved.

The Zhang family has an ancient and mysterious legend about medicine. Mr. Zhang's grandfather, who was originally a man with a medicine box and a hand-cranked string of bells running around the streets and alleys of the village, married the daughter of a poor family named Xu Xiangjun, who was a "nymphomaniac", who couldn't do anything, and only knew how to serve the peony flowers in his yard all day long, and couldn't leave the peony for a moment.

In winter, when the flowers are falling, she paints peonies, one a day from the time the young buds are unearthed to the flowers and leaves wither.

Her parents did not stop her, and ordered dozens of wooden boxes to be made and put her drawings into the boxes without leaking.

The painting paper and paint were made by her father, who beat them into mud and mixed them with unknown herbs and soaked them for 9981 days to make thick and strong painting paper with a purple pink color, and the paint was concocted by her father who climbed to the mountain behind the house to collect weeds and flowers.

She doesn't want good rice paper for her, cinnabar, cyanine and the like, she just likes to use her father's homemade bamboo pulp paper and flower and plant pigments.

In a blink of an eye, Xiangjun reached the age of marriage, her parents couldn't afford the dowry, and all the belongings in the family were dozens of boxes of peony flowers painted by Xiangjun, and her parents had to coax her to say that the dowry was packed in the box, and she could only open it when she married into her husband's house and entered the cave room, Xiangjun was very happy.

On the day of the wedding, the villagers saw that Xiangjun had so many boxes to marry, and they thought that the dowry was too much, and they were envious.

Only her parents and her father-in-law know, this is just covering people's eyes and ears, Xiangjun doesn't notice it, the scenery is beautiful and married to her husband's family, Xianggong knows that his wife's love for flowers has ruined the family's savings, and he doesn't care.

Xiangjun and Xianggong Dongfang Flower Candle became husband and wife, thinking of the dowry box, to open the box in front of Xianggong to show off a rich dowry, asked Xianggong to move one of them, tear off the seal to open the lock, gently lift the lid of the box to see, where is the dowry inside, all are folded square peony flowers painted by themselves.

When I opened the other boxes, they were all paintings, and Xiangjun was not happy and cried and made a fuss. Xiang Gong took out a painting, opened it and looked at it, and saw that the peony flowers in the painting were lifelike, and the pink of the green branches and green leaves was more vivid than the real one.

Xiangjun was annoyed and angry, and tore it as soon as he grabbed it. Xianggong hurriedly stopped, but he didn't expect that his palm was cut open by the drawing paper, and the blood did not stop.

Xiangjun hurriedly wiped the blood of Xianggong with drawing paper, but who knew that the bleeding would stop after only wiping it. The two were dumbfounded, Xiang Gong even claimed to be surprised, and hurriedly asked Xiang Jun to take the towel to see, Xiang Jun had already hidden the towel under the pillow, and then took it out and handed it to Xiang Gong, Xiang Gong saw that Yin Yin was red on it, and he took the drawing paper and wiped it on the towel, and the red disappeared instantly.

Xianggong was pleasantly surprised, it turned out that Xiangjun's paintings were medicinal paper and medicinal paintings, all of which were priceless treasures. Since then, Xiang Gong no longer rings the bell and serializes, but opens a medical clinic on the street to practice medicine, using medicine and painting to treat blood loss, bruises, infertility, and has treated countless wounded and sick people, from court officials to ordinary people, and has brought good news to countless infertile women.

Later, he was given a plaque by Emperor Qianlong, and the medical hall was renamed the medical hall.