"Master~~!Master~~~~~!"

Daotong Qiwen panicked all of a sudden, grabbed the Taoist priest's shoulder and wanted to shake but didn't dare to shake.

"Master!!Master, don't die, Master!Master, don't leave me alone!Ah~~~Woo Master!"

"Ah~~!Someone vomited blood!"

"Where, where?" "Over there!"

"Really, there's blood all over the table!"

"Mother, there won't be a problem with the food in this restaurant?"

"Huh!?" "Hiss~~~"

"Don't scare me!"

The entire lobby of the restaurant was in turmoil, and several shopkeepers and shopkeepers also hurried here.

In the end, Ji Yuan reacted the fastest, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't take care of the shock in his heart for the time being, and it was the most important thing to send him to the hospital as soon as possible.

"Daoist Qi Wen, your master is not dead yet! hurry up and take a hand, I will carry your master to find the doctor!"

"Oh oh oh, yes, yes, find a doctor, find a doctor!"

Ji Yuan kicked the bench next to him away, saying that it was the little Taoist priest who took the handle, but in fact, he helped the soft body of the Qingsong Daoist with his own hands, and hit the big hole on the Qingsong Daoist a few times, and then quickly squatted slightly on his back, so that he could lie on his back.

"Oh, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, the food in this building is absolutely safe, and there will be no problem!"

The shopkeeper was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and while comforting the other customers, he leaned into the corner.

"What's wrong with this guest officer, he ......"

"Shopkeeper, people's lives are at stake, tell me where there is a medical hall around here?"

The shopkeeper looked worriedly at the red-stained tabletop and replied while sweating with his handkerchief.

"Turn left when you go out to the street and turn right, there is an Anren Pharmacy at the end of the market!"

"Thank you, don't panic in the hall, this Taoist chief has been hungry for too long and eaten too hastily, causing the recurrence of the old disease, and it has nothing to do with the food in this Huike Building!

After saying this at a very fast speed, Ji Yuan turned his head to Qi Wen Xiaodao and said:

"Remember to keep up!"

Before the little Taoist priest understood the meaning of this sentence, Ji Yuan had already stepped out, lined up a few diners around him and walked through the door of the store to the street.

"Wait for me!"

Daotong Qiwen hurriedly followed, but after leaving the store, he saw that Ji Yuan and his master had already arrived at the corner of the street, so frightened that he hurriedly chased after him.

Ji Yuan didn't use any body skills, but he still walked like flying, running fast with a person on his back as if he had no weight, and his thoughts in his heart did not stop.

This Qingsong Daoist actually calculated so accurately, especially vomiting blood after the calculation, it was obvious that his body couldn't bear the result of the fortune telling, to be precise, he couldn't bear the result of telling the fortune, and it also showed the ability of this person to tell.

The idea of 'leaking the heavenly machine' also flashed through Ji Yuan's mind.

But it is obvious that this Qingsong Dao person can only be regarded as physically strong at most, and he is still an ordinary person at all, and he doesn't even know martial arts, so is it that the fortune teller who is a little capable in this world has the ability, or is the Qingsong Dao person especially strong?

Even in the previous life, fortune telling is sometimes really mysterious, and a capable fortune teller calculates many things accurately, and it is very different if you want to come to this world.

Ji Yuan doesn't think about it anymore, now the top priority is to save people, in the end, it is because of his fortune telling that the other party has fallen to this, and it is not worth it to exchange a life for a meal!

Even if the aura was injected, the Qingsong Dao people on his back were still angry, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

'Don't die!'

。。。

This time the search for a doctor to save people is much smoother than the last time I asked the doctor to save the fox, when Ji Yuan rushed into the Anren Medicine Hall and shouted that the doctor saved people, the old doctor inside hurriedly came to diagnose the patient.

Coupled with the help of the guys in the store, Qi Xuan, a Qingsong Daoist, was put on the bed in the inner hall, and Qi Wen Xiaodao Chang also arrived in the medicine hall out of breath shortly afterward.

In the inner hall of Anren Medicine Hall, the old doctor frowned and rolled his eyelids to his eyes.

"Doctor, my master ...... him"

"Shhhh

The old doctor looked at Qi Wen, and then at Ji Yuan.

"This Taoist is short of qi and blood, and his vitality is weak, and there is a martial arts master who seals his big acupoint with the method of sealing qi with a point, and it seems that he has taken some life-sustaining medicine in the rivers and lakes to survive until now, I am ready to perform acupuncture on the premise of supplementing the body with medicinal smoke, who of you knows martial arts and acupuncture points, come and help me!"

"Doctor, just help, I'll help you!"

Ji Yuan hurriedly stood up.

"Well, take off his clothes, the idlers and others will go out, Mu'er is going to smoke Ai, Ruo'er will bring me a few sets of silver needles!"

......

Soon there were only a few people left in charge of the treatment in the inner hall of the Anren Great Pharmacy, and Qi Wen was also taken to the outer hall by one of the old doctor's shopkeepers.

The seventy-old and eighty-year-old doctor grabbed the silver needle with a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and he didn't look at Ji Yuan, and the voice in his mouth was full of anger.

"Point his acupuncture points, seal his three cokes, don't let him vent his breath! I'm going to apply needles!"

"Good!"

Ji Yuan also saw sweat on his forehead, and his nervousness was not necessarily lower than before the last battle against the big snake, and his fingers turned into phantoms and connected the dots on Qingsong Daoren.

The old doctor is stimulated by the needles for those who have learned to do so, and at each stage, the apprentices on the side will come up to smoke the wormwood.

After a short half an hour, the Easy Daoist had been pierced like a hedgehog by a silver needle.

"This gentleman, when I remove the silver needle, I will trouble you to inject his true qi to protect his heart!"

"Hmm!"

Ji Yuan didn't have time to wipe his sweat now, and while the old doctor and his apprentice were all focused on the Qingsong Dao people, the small water avoidance technique was performed, and the sweat on the surface of the body and face flowed backwards, and after gathering, it oozed from under the feet.

Withdraw the silver needle to inject, and half an hour has passed, and now there is an old doctor who keeps pressing the back of the Qingsong Dao people with both hands, and his people are seventy or eighty, but their sweaty hands do not stop for a moment.

'This doctor is even more powerful than Dr. Tong in Ning'an!'

This is Ji Yuan's evaluation in his heart.

......

The whole rescue process lasted for a total of an hour, and it was far more difficult and complicated than the last time to save the red fox, and Ji Yuan felt as if he had personally experienced a major operation in the afterlife.

At this time, Qingsong Daoren was lying on the bed, although his breath was still weak, but at least he could see that his breath was stable.

"Whew...... The old man thought that he couldn't be saved, it seems that the internal strength of the masters of the rivers and lakes is indeed miraculous, and the doctor should also practice!"

The old doctor was so tired that he sat down on the chair beside him, wiping his sweat and sighing.

Ji Yuan also did not break the misunderstanding of the old doctor's understanding, after all, if the doctor really learned the internal skills, although it was not as good as the aura, it was also helpful for the treatment of diseases, and even there was no shortage of people in the martial arts who were skilled in medicine and martial arts.

"Doctor, how long will it take for him to wake up?"

"I don't know, but for the time being, you can't breathe the wind, and you can't let it get infected with the wind, otherwise it's all in vain, so let's wait for a while. ”

"Hmm!"

。。。

It was already evening, and in the inner hall of the Anren Great Medicine Hall, the comatose relaxed Taoist chief was covered with a thin quilt and lit sandalwood beside him.

Ji Yuan, Qi Wen and a medicine hall guy stayed with them, while the old doctor continued to look at the shop outside after a good night's sleep.

When the people of Qingsong Dao slowly woke up, the first thing they saw was the roof beams in the inner hall.

"Ho ..... water... Water ......"

The hoarse sound in the throat of the Qingsong Dao man lifted the spirits of the three people who were waiting.

"I'll get it!"

The shopkeeper immediately got up to get the qi-tonifying tea that had been boiled warm a long time ago, while Qi Wen clutched it to the side of the bed with tears in his eyes.

"Master... Woo... Tell you not to talk nonsense... Woohoo......"

The shopkeeper hurriedly came over with a bowl of tea, leaned to the side of the bed and lifted the head of Qingsong Daoren.

"The water is coming, the water is coming!"

"Here, be careful, drink slowly!"

With a bowl of warm water, Qingsong Dao felt that he was much more comfortable, and he was considered alive, patted the apprentice who was still crying, and turned his head to look at Ji Yuan, who did not speak.

"Ho...... I kind of got it... What is called the number of days of delusion, and you don't know it...... I don't think I'm counting my husband's death, but my own death......"

Ji Yuan arched his hand apologetically.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Tired ended up like this..."

can speak, prove that his life has been saved, and he is also joking when it comes to this fate.

Presumably, the Taoist chief will no longer want to take a closer look at Ji's face and palmistry. ”

Qingsong Daoren raised his left arm a little tremblingly, looked at his palm, and a faint blood line in the hand pattern crossed half of his palm.

"No... When I just woke up... I have already taken a closer look at the face of the gentleman......"

As soon as these words came out, even Ji Yuan was stunned for a moment, not to mention Xiao Daotong, this is really a long memory!

"This little doctor, I still want to drink saliva, please pour me another bowl!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

I just heard a little foggy, and the medicine hall guy grabbed the pottery bowl and ran away.

As soon as he left, the eyes of the Qingsong Dao people returned to Ji Yuan.

"Uh-ho... Ho...... Mr. Physiognomy can't be seen through at all, the more he looks at it, the more confused his heart becomes, presumably the same is true of palmistry..... sir... You're not mortal, are you?"

Xiaodao Tong Qi Wen looked at Ji Yuan in astonishment, and the latter frowned.