This is an ordinary farmhouse courtyard, the gate is only more than a meter high, and you have to keep your head down when you enter. On the north side of the courtyard of the www.biquge.info of the pen, there are two leafy persimmon trees, and a wire is pulled in the middle to dry clothes. To the south is the kitchen and firewood room, and next to it is a pressurized well, where a little girl in dark red clothes is squatting and washing clothes.

The young man's eyes lit up and he praised: "This is the little granddaughter of the old gentleman, right?

The old man snorted, the coldness on his face eased slightly, and he said to the little girl: "Poria cocos, go and boil half a bucket of boiling water, and add two spoons of Seven Tiger Intermittent Cream." ”

"Okay. The little girl said crisply, and she shook off the foam on her hands and wiped them clean with a towel. Then he ran into the kitchen, took out a small red bucket, and struggled to lie on the pressure handle of the pressurized well, using his own body weight to press water into the bucket.

The young man smiled: "I'm afraid this little girl is not even ten years old, let me help her press the water." ”

"No need for you. The old man stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Wait a minute, I have to hold down the wounded, otherwise this disease will not be able to be seen." ”

The young man was stunned: "Hold down?"

The clay man's back was cold, and he swallowed his saliva and said, "Which school did you study medicine in, old man?"

The old man said lightly: "I have followed Master since I was a child, and I have never entered school. ”

The young man frowned and said, "Then do you have a certificate? You can't just take a barefoot doctor's handbook and run to see someone." That's a matter of human life!"

The old man said coldly: "The door is in the back, don't send it." ”

He strode towards the hall, the little girl stopped pressing the water and pouted to look at them, Su Ye sighed lightly and said, "Sir, please stay." ”

The old man stopped, and without looking back, he said, "If you have something to say, say it." ”

Su Ye said calmly: "Please sir, help." ”

The old man sneered: "You said that if you save me, I will save it? The Red Guards are not so majestic!"

Su Ye clenched his fists: "You are a doctor, a doctor's parents." These children do not understand the essence of tradition, so they should be persuaded by reason, and I hope that Mr. will tell them what Chinese medicine is with facts. ”

The old man turned around, looked at Su Ye, who was clasping his fists, and said with a strange gaze: "Your posture and words seem to have come from ancient times." Young man, where is your home? How did you learn the etiquette?"

The clay man looked at Su Ye in surprise, he had always felt that this strange person was not in harmony with the surrounding environment, and he had thought that it was the cause of neuroticism. Now that the old man said that he had come to his senses, this strange man looked young, but his temperament was full of vicissitudes and fatigue. The young man pouted beside him, worthy of being a feudal remnant, harming the good young man who should be vigorous like this, living like a hundred-year-old zombie that had just been unearthed.

Su Ye smiled faintly: "This is an ancient Chinese ceremony, and someone will always remember it." ”

"Will anyone remember?" the old man closed his eyes, unable to hide the surging in his heart: "I hope to see those people in my lifetime." ”

Su Ye was silent, and saluted again: "Please sir, help." ”

"Yes," the old man smiled, "but before I save someone, tell me your name and origin." ”

The clay man and the young man both turned their heads, unable to bear to listen any longer. The old man's eyes were like torches, staring at Su Ye's eyes, and he said without hesitation: "I am the Night Wandering God, an immortal. ”

"God, immortal......" The old man was stunned, and the young man was dumb at him from behind, pointing at Su Ye's head, constantly shaking his head and waving his hand, indicating that this person has a problem with his brain, don't care.

The old man ignored the young man behind him, he looked at Su Ye's unfathomable eyes, and sighed: "It's me who is abrupt, Your Excellency must be a hidden person." Well, to see you who stick to tradition, my heart disease can be considered cured. Several, please, I'll go get the tools ready. Poria cocos, hurry up and boil the water. ”

The little girl stuck out her tongue and turned to continue pressing the water. Su Ye walked into the hall with the clay figure on his back, put him on the Taishi chair, and the young man followed in behind, whispering in Su Ye's ear: "Are you so sure that this person can be cured?

Su Ye said calmly: "I believe in him, he is a good doctor." ”

"Grass!" the young man clenched his fists and leaned over to ask the clay figure, "Hey, boss, what do you think?" If you decide to be treated in such a place, then I will not say anything, and I will save the next trip to the hospital!"

The clay figure hesitated, he looked at Su Ye's back, thought of the herbs and door couplets he had seen before, and hesitated: "I think...... This should be a good doctor......"

"What should it be?" the young man laughed angrily, "Since you claim to be a doctor, you must be a good doctor, otherwise what's the difference between it and murder?!"

That's a good point. The old man walked to the clay figure with a needle and a bamboo pot, and said to the young man, "Move the bamboo bed in the side house to the courtyard, put it vertically, and put a big plastic basin at the bottom." ”

The young man stared at the silver needles, bamboo pots, and towels in his hands, frowned, and said, "What are these for?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "You young people, you only know how to smash, loot, burn, criticize and fight the revolution, and forget all the things handed down by your ancestors. ”

Su Ye moved the bamboo bed out, wiped it clean with a rag, and when the plastic basin was placed, the little girl shouted in the kitchen: "Grandpa, the medicinal soup is ready!"

The old man instructed the young man, "Put the sick person on the bamboo bed and be gentle." ”

"I don't need you to remind you. The young man pursed his lips, bent down to pick up the clay figure, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, if he dares to operate on him, I will beat him to death!"

The clay figure smiled: "Thank you, but I think his medical skills are very good, and besides, a bone crack is not a fracture, it should be very simple." ”

The young man shrugged: "I hope so." ”

When the clay figure sat on the bamboo bed, the old man came out of the kitchen, carrying a basin of crimson hot water in his hand, and said to him, "Take off your pants so as not to affect the circulation of qi and blood." ”

The clay man silently unbuttoned his trouser belt, and the young man helped him pull the hem of his trousers, and gradually faded down. During this period, he rubbed the wound many times, and the pain made him clench his teeth, and the old man looked at his face, suddenly turned around and entered the house, and took two more bamboo cans.

When the pants were finally taken off, what was shown in front of everyone was a purple and swollen calf thicker than a thigh. The young man was extremely guilty, and bowed sharply: "I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have hit you with a guitar!"

"Don't do this," the clay man comforted him, "I would have been bitten to death by a black python without your help." And it was that blow that forced it to change positions and buy us time. ”

The old man was engrossed in preparation, he picked up the snow-white towel from the tray, folded it repeatedly, and handed it to the clay figure: "Bite it in your mouth, you must not spit it out." The clay figure tensed as he took the towel and stuffed it into his mouth, his heart pounding.

The old man picked up another bottle of bone-setting oil and gently applied it to the clay figurine's calves, and after a while of coolness, the hot feeling spread throughout his body. The clay figure clutched the side of the bed, gritting his teeth and refusing to make a sound, the old man reached out and took out seven or eight three-edged silver needles from the hot water, gently stroked his calf, and then stabbed at one of the acupoints.

After the first needle was pricked, the old man's movements were like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, he pierced all the seven or eight silver needles. The young man thought that the clay figure would exhale in pain, but he looked blankly at the silver needle shaking on his calf, and did not react at all.

The old man began to turn the silver needle up and down, and the three edges were extremely destructive as they rotated, and soon blood gushed out of the wound and dripped down his calf. The old man pulled out the silver needles one by one, put them on the side of the tray, took the basin of hot water to wash his calves, massaged them over and over again, and when the blood was almost gone, he picked up the bamboo jar, poured in some alcohol, and set it aside. After all the seven or eight bamboo tubes were poured with alcohol, he struck a match, lit two bamboo cans at the same time, and shouted: "Hold him down for me!"

The young man and the clay man were startled, and Su Ye pressed forward and pressed the right half of his body. Only then did the young man react, and hurriedly pressed the arm and leg on the left side of the clay figure, and the old man held the fire pot in his hand and pressed it violently on the position of the silver needle puncture. The clay figure twitched violently, but under the suppression of the two, he couldn't move, and his mouth was stuffed with a towel and couldn't close and screamed, and the world was spinning for a while, and he wanted to die directly.

The old man shot very quickly, and when the eight bamboo cans were all attached to the legs of the clay figure, he began to change the position of the bamboo cans with his hands, sometimes up and down and sometimes left and right, which was dazzling to see. I don't know how many times he turned, the old man was already sweaty, the little girl took a towel to wipe his sweat, and the clay man was lying on the bed with straight eyes and couldn't speak.

Until there was a muffled sound of "crackling", the old man pulled out the bamboo jar, and in a purple red, the swelling disappeared significantly. And as a price, there are more than half a jar of bruises in the bamboo jar!!

When the last bamboo pot was pulled out, the old man let out a sigh of relief, straightened up and said, "You can let go." ”

The young man hurriedly let go, slapped the clay man's cheeks, and asked, "Hey, boss, are you still conscious?

"Get out of ......," the clay figure said weakly, "I'm so sleepy......"

"I can't sleep!" the young man said in horror, "Boss, do you know? Many of the wounded want to sleep before they die, this is a bad omen!"

The old man said with disdain: "Ridiculous, he is in pain and blood loss, and it is normal to want to sleep." Let's sleep, there will be acupuncture and dressings later, and it won't hurt so much when you fall asleep. ”

"Not done yet?" asked the clay figure in disbelief, and the old man smiled mysteriously, picked up two silver needles five or six inches long, and gently massaged his calves.

The clay man closed his eyes in despair and passed out.