At night, Mo Yan snuggled on the bed, took out the book of "Muhammad's Ventriloquist Technique" in the dark, and opened it, and where the chicken blood had been smeared, it was indeed revealed that there were dense fluorescent small characters. As we look at the past line by line, the book not only lists in detail the respective pulses of the seven absolute veins, but also has a method of healing, that is, to use "real medicine". What is "true medicine"? The book says that there are 7,749 kinds of true medicine in the world, and their surnames are divided into five flavors: bitter, sour, salty, bitter, sweet, and sweet.

Mo Zhi grabbed the medicine to the patient in the pharmacy, and was familiar with the compatibility principle of "Jun Chen Zuo Envoy", one of which was called "Jun Yao", and the other auxiliary drugs were "Chen" and "Zuo Envoy", which were combined to form the overall curative effect.

"Those who are truly medicinal are either born on the top of a high mountain or hidden in a deep valley, sucking the breath of heaven and earth for more than a thousand years, growing day and night, gathering fishy, rotten, burnt, and scorching smells. Poisonous insects peep on the side, birds of prey guard Si, and all things have spirits in ancient times, living and restraining each other, people, beasts, plants and trees, all the same. Seeing this, Mo Yan gradually understood in his heart that the original "real medicine" was a medicinal herb that had grown for thousands of years, and it was naturally comparable to ordinary medicinal materials.

Mo Yan closed the book, yawned and got into the bed.

Next, every once in a while, Mo Yan will buy a chicken or duck and come back. At dinner, he would often ask some bizarre questions, and Shabashan had food and drink, so he did his best to answer them. Later, Mo Yan proposed that he wanted to learn to cut the pulse, and he also agreed, and once a patient came to the door, he would also let him try to take the pulse.

There are generally more than 100 drawers with medicines in the pharmacy, called "medicine buckets", which are divided into three compartments, which contain different pieces of Chinese medicine. There is a label with the name of the medicine on the outside of the bucket, and the apprentice must press the line from right to left, press the bucket from top to bottom, and recite the names of hundreds of medicines one by one, which medicine is next to which medicine, and the order cannot be messed up. After memorizing, when you look at the name of the medicine on the prescription, you will know where the medicine is, and you don't have to look for it randomly.

Mo Yan pulled out the medicine bucket, grabbed a handful of gastrodia tablets and put them under his nose and smelled them, there was almost no taste, but his old gastrodia had a faint aroma, it seemed that the "real medicine" was indeed not comparable to ordinary medicines.

"Gastrodia is flattened and bent oval, parrot beak and navel eyes, dotted ringed toad skin, flat liver extinguishing wind and dizziness. Mo Yan muttered softly in his mouth.

"Well, that's good. Behind him came the sound of Shabashan's approval.

"Sir, what kind of disease needs to use heavenly hedidia?"

"Generally speaking, for dizziness, black eyes, convulsions, rheumatism, paralysis and hemiplegia, gastrodia can be used as 'Jun' medicine, which is sweet and sweet, and the surname is flat into the liver meridian. ”

"So can the 'Yuxiang pulse' in the seven absolute veins be cured by gastrodia?" Mo Yan remembered that the symptomatic "real medicine" of the heart in "The Essence of the Absolute Pulse" was gastrodia.

"The Seven Absolute Veins have not been treated at all. Shabashan said categorically.

Mo Yan pondered, it was probably because he didn't use the "real medicine".

In the wax moon, the atmosphere of the New Year in Dali City is getting stronger.

A bunch of people gathered in front of Xinglin Hall, as if they were discussing something, and Xia Bashan asked Mo Yan to run over and take a look.

There was a carriage parked under the stone steps of Xinglin Hall, and on the board lay an elderly man, his face and skin were blue-black, like smoke, his eyes were dark and blank, and his mouth was open and speechless.

"If Xinglintang doesn't heal, my father won't have any hope......" A middle-aged man said with a crying voice, Mo Yan recognized that this person was a Hu butcher in Sheep Slaughter Lane.

"Mr. Zhao said, your father is the fish Xiang vein of the Seven Absolute Pulses, and his heart is desperate, and it is difficult to live through the Ming Dynasty, alas, it is better to go home and hurry up to prepare for the future. The guy from Xinglintang said comfortingly.

Mo Yan heard that the Seven Absolute Pulses were like a desperate heart, and his heart moved, why not follow the prescription in "The Absolute Pulse Strategy" and try the effect of Lao Tianma, anyway, this old man is waiting for death if he is not cured.

"This Xinglintang Zhao Hongru is the most famous Langzhong in Dali City, if he can't cure the disease, then he will definitely not get medical treatment. "There is humanity.

"Alas, life and death are up to heaven, so let's accept fate. "There are also people who are consoling.

Hu Butcher looked down at the old man, and couldn't stop stomping his feet and weeping.

"Why don't you go to the other door to find Xia Lao Langzhong, maybe there is a cure. An old voice in the crowd suggested, which Mo Yan secretly said in ventriloquist to imitate the old man's tone, although it was only eighty percent similar, but no one noticed it.

"Is that the little pharmacy across the street?" asked Hu Butcher.

"It's the Bashan Hospital. Mo replied in ventriloquism.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and some people said: "The first Confucian doctor in western Yunnan can't cure it, how can a pharmacy owner heal?" Some people disagreed: "'Dead horses should be live horse doctors'." ”

At this moment, an eager gaze appeared in the eyes of the old man lying on the car board.

"Daddy, I see what you mean. Hu Butcher took the reins of his horse, told everyone to get out of the way, led the carriage to the Bashan Hospital, and asked Xia Bashan, who was looking at the door, "Are you Xia Lao Langzhong?"

Xia Ba Shan said: "That's right, the old man is Xia Ba Mountain." ”

"In Xiahuda, I am a butcher in Sheep Slaughtering Lane, and I would like to ask you to see my father's illness. ”

"Well, wait for the old man to check the pulse first. Xia Bashan twisted his beard and slowly followed Hu Da to the carriage, and at this moment, the group of people at the gate of Xinglin Hall came to watch the excitement.

Xia Bashan's finger was on the wrist of the old man in the car, and he said with a pause: "Lingzun's pulse is like above the skin, it seems to be nothing, like a fish swimming in the water, this is the fish Xiang pulse of the seven unique veins, and the main heart is desperate." ”

Hu Da hurriedly said: "Mr. Xia, Mr. Zhao Hongru of Xinglintang said the same, I don't know if there is still salvation now?"

Xia Bashan shook his head: "Ling Zun is terminally ill, it's too late at this moment. ”

Mo Yan hurriedly said in ventriloquism behind the crowd: "If the doctor in Xinglintang is not good, the Bashan Medical House may not be able to treat it, and even if the 'dead horse right is a live horse doctor', even if it is not cured, it will not blame Xia Laolangzhong." ”

"Of course, of course, it's just not cured, Xia Lao Langzhong has done his best, and we will never blame you. Hu Da hurriedly said.

The old man in the carriage stared at Xia Ba Mountain with his eyes, his eyes full of anticipation.

Seeing this, Hu Da knelt down on the street with a "poof": "Please save my father." ”

Xia Bashan said helplessly: "Okay, if the treatment is not good, don't blame, please follow the old man into the prescription to catch the medicine." ”

Mo Yan took advantage of this opportunity to secretly reach out and put his hand on the old man's wrist, and silently wrote down the pulse of Yuxiang's pulse in his heart.

"Gastrodia five coins, Qianghuo, ginseng, cinnamon, atractylodes, ephedra, almonds each one point, one aconite, first use three medicines, decoction in water, if there is a improvement, then renew the medicine. "Shabashan has prescribed the medicine.

"Thank you, thank you. A glimmer of hope reignited in Hu's eyes.

At this moment, Mo Yan had returned to his house, quickly took off the old gastrodia from the beam, cut off a few pieces with a knife, hid it in his hand and returned to the front hall.

"Don't scratch the medicine. "Shebashan is calling him.

Mo Yan weighed the eight-flavor medicine with a rice stick according to the prescription, quietly mixed the old Tianma tablets into it, divided it into three packs and handed it to Hu Da.

Hu Da left with the medicine bag full of hope, and the people watching the excitement outside the pharmacy also dispersed one after another.

"Well, I hope you don't come looking for trouble. Xia Bashan looked at the back of Hu Da leaving, and sighed in his mouth.

Mo Yan secretly said in his heart, whether "The Absolute Pulse Strategy" works or not, it will be known in a few days.

Three days later, the sound of drums was heard on the street, and Mo Yan ran out to take a look, and saw a group of people coming towards the Bashan Hospital, led by the butcher Hu Da.

"Xia Laolangzhong, he is really a miracle doctor...... "Hu Da shouted loudly from afar.

Shabashan stood in front of the door and looked at these people in bewilderment.

"Doctor Xia, my father's terminal illness has been cured by you. Hu Da bowed with joy on his face.

"What? healed...... Xia Bashan was surprised when he heard this, what's the matter, it's the Seven Absolute Pulses.

"Old Doctor Xia, the old man came to the door to thank you for his special gifts. A person walked out of the crowd and said with a smile.

Xia Bashan looked closely, it was the old man with the Yuxiang vein on the carriage three days ago, now his face was ruddy and his voice was loud, where did he still look like a terminally ill patient?

Hu Da said on the side: "After my father took the medicine, he was able to speak, and he was able to get out of bed. ”

Xia Bashan hurriedly stepped forward to catch the pulse of the old man, and there were pulses in the three parts of the inch, not floating or sinking, gentle and powerful, and there was no sign of illness. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, it was just an ordinary ancient prescription to replenish the heart, and it really had such a miraculous effect, but at this moment, he said modestly: "It's just a gesture, and it is the duty of a doctor to cure the sick and save people." ”

Hu Da waved his hand and retorted in a rough voice: "That's not necessarily, Zhao Hongru of Xinglin Hall is in vain called 'the first Confucian doctor in western Yunnan', and he can't be saved when he sees death, compared with your noble medical ethics, sir, it is simply a heaven and an underground." ”

"That's right, that Xinglintang's medical ethics are too bad. People were talking.

"Well, people's morality is up and down, and there is also a difference in medical skills, and the old man has always been quite disdainful of Xinglintang. "Shabashan can finally vent his personal anger and feel happy.

Someone in the back came to him with a fat sheep slaughtered in red cloth, and Hu Da said: "Old Doctor Xia, in order to thank you for healing my father, we specially sent a fat sheep to show our hearts." ”

"Oh, but it's disrespectful, but it's disrespectful, tell them to carry it into the kitchen. Shabashan happily commanded.

At this moment, Mo Yan stood silently aside, his hands and feet were cold, he finally knew that "The Essence of the Absolute Pulse" was real, and the "real medicine" could really cure the world's terminal diseases.

At dinner, Xia Bashan picked up the flask, and for the first time did not complain about Xinglintang.

The news that the butcher Hu Da's father, who could not even be cured by the "No. 1 Confucian Doctor in Western Yunnan", was cured by a dose of medicine by Xia Shenyi, spread throughout Dali City in a short time. There is an endless stream of patients who come to seek medical treatment, among which there are not all critically ill patients with Yuxiang pulse, all of them have been cured without exception, and the reputation of Bashan Medical Clinic is far and wide, and even the doctors of Sichuan and Guizhou have come to learn from them.

Xinglintang's "No. 1 Confucian Doctor in Western Yunnan" Zhao Hongru heard about this and managed to obtain a prescription, and after reading it, he was even more puzzled, he never understood how a dose of ordinary gastrodia soup in Fang Xian's "Miraculous Prescription" in the Ming Dynasty cured this incurable disease.

After a few days, there is not much left of Mo Remnant's old gastrodia, and it has been cut into thin slices for convenience, and the "real medicine" is hard to find, and only this one has been picked for so long, what should I do in the future.

Through this incident, he realized that since all the diseases in the world are nothing more than death from the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, lungs, kidneys, and large intestines, then he only needs to find the seven types of "true medicines" in the "Absolute Pulse Strategy" to be cured. As for the general and common diseases, there are many doctors in the world anyway, and there is no need to spend time on learning.

The production areas of the forty-nine kinds of true medicines are recorded in the "Essentials of the Absolute Pulse", most of which are some inhabited places with lofty mountains and dense forests, where poisonous insects and beasts are rampant.

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