Qin Manor.
In the room, Sun Simiao suddenly stopped halfway and glanced at Qin Qiong. He wanted to say something but hesitated.
Qin Shubao laughed and said, "I've been in the military for my entire life, so I'm not afraid of death. Doctor Sun, if you have something to say, please say it."
Madam Qin's face was full of anxiety. She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything. Li Zexuan and Cheng Yaojin were also very nervous.
Seeing this, Sun Simiao said, "Then I'll be frank. General Qin has been in countless battles in his life, and he has been seriously injured many times. Although these injuries were treated at the time, they still damaged his vitality. As time passed, these old injuries became old hidden injuries, and they often made General Qin feel so much pain that he wished he was dead.
Also, I'm guessing that every time General Qin is injured, he will lose a lot of blood. After a lot of times, his body will naturally collapse. Therefore, General Qin's illness is caused by the pain caused by the old hidden injuries. On the other hand, it is because he lost too much blood in his early years, causing a severe lack of blood in his body. "
Sun Simiao didn't say anything mysterious to everyone. He tried to explain Qin Shubao's illness as straightforwardly as possible.
In modern terms, Qin Shubao had lost too much blood, and the blood he lost couldn't be replenished by his body's ability to produce blood. On the other hand, there were many hidden injuries on his body, which often caused him to suffer from the pain.
Actually, in history, Qin Qiong was sick in his later years because he had been injured in many battles. Every time he was sick, he would say to others, "When I was young, I was in the military for more than 200 battles, and I suffered from severe sores. I also lost a lot of blood, so how could I not be sick? " “
What he meant was, "When I was in the military for more than 200 battles, I was seriously injured, and I lost a lot of blood, so how could I not be sick?"
In the end, this general who had been in the military all his life died in 12 years of the Zhenguan Temple under the torment of his illness.
It was a miracle that Qin Qiong was able to hold on for so long. In the Tang Dynasty, one dendrobium was equivalent to ten buckets, and one bucket was equivalent to six thousand milliliters in the modern era.
Qin Qiong said that he had lost quite a bit of blood from his injuries. The amount of blood loss was too terrifying. It should be known that the blood of a normal adult should be around 7% to 8% of their body weight.
A person weighing 60 kilograms would have a total blood volume of about 4,200 to 4,800 milliliters. Generally speaking, if the amount of blood lost was less than 10% of the total amount, there would be no obvious impact on the human body's health. Qin Qiong had fought for his entire life, and the amount of blood he had lost was more than a hundred thousand milliliters. If it was anyone else, they would have died from blood loss.
"Divine Doctor Sun, can my master's illness be cured?"
Mrs. Qin hurriedly asked after hearing Sun Simiao's description.
Cheng Yaojin also looked at Sun Simiao nervously. This man was usually fearless, but now he could see a trace of worry and fear in his widened eyes.
Sun Simiao sighed and said, "Alas, General Qin's illness can be cured, but it is very troublesome."
When everyone in the room heard Sun Simiao say that it could be cured, they were all delighted. However, when they heard the second half of the sentence, they were all worried.
Sun Simiao shook his head and walked a few steps with his hands behind his back. He then said, "I can give General Qin a few prescriptions to replenish his blood and Qi. It might be able to slightly alleviate his blood loss. However, it has been too long since General Qin suffered from those internal injuries in his early years. Even if I use acupuncture, I can't completely cure it. This is a bit tricky. "
Mrs. Qin couldn't help but cry when she heard this. She said, "Then what should we do? My Old Master has just passed the age of 40! "
Li Zexuan also looked at Qin Shubao sadly. From his face, it was impossible to tell that he had just passed 40 years old. Instead, he looked like an old man in his sixties. He must have suffered a lot of pain over the years.
Qin Shubao was displeased. "Madam, I'm not dead yet. What are you crying for? Don't let Daoist Priest and Zhijie see you as a joke!"
Mrs. Qin hurriedly wiped away her tears, but she still looked sad.
Cheng Yaojin said anxiously, "Second Brother, how can you say such discouraging words? Daoist Priest Sun, is there really no other way? As long as you can cure my Second Brother's illness, no matter what precious medicinal herbs you need, I can ask someone to find them for you. "
Sun Simiao still closed his eyes and shook his head.
Qin Shubao said with an indifferent face, "Madam, Zhijie, don't make things difficult for Doctor Sun. In the past few years, I have been a little breathless and dizzy after playing with the golden mace twice. I am already very satisfied that Doctor Sun can alleviate my blood loss. As for those old injuries and old pains, it's fine if you don't treat them. This little pain is nothing in my eyes."
Qin Shubao's words were indifferent, but Li Zexuan could hear the desolation of a hero past his prime. Back in the day, Qin Shubao had been a peerless hero, but in his later years, he could only struggle at death's door on a sickbed. For generals like him who did not fear death, this was the most painful torture. It was better to die on the battlefield.
Sun Simiao sighed and shook his head. He respected Qin Qiong's character, but unfortunately, he could not do anything about this illness. His medical skills were not omnipotent.
Sun Simiao sighed twice and walked to the table at the side. He sat down, picked up the brush, and began to write the prescription.
As he wrote, he said, "Mrs. Qin, this prescription is mainly used to nourish the spleen and kidney, and nourish Qi and blood. One dose a day, decoct it and take it three times a day. In addition, the ginseng powder is two grams per dose. Take it in the morning and at night.
However, General Qin has lost too much blood these years. I'm not sure if this prescription can completely restore General Qin's lost Qi and blood. I'll stay in Chang 'an for a month. After that, I'll come to see General Qin every few days. When the time comes, I'll change the prescription according to the situation. "
Madam Qin hurriedly took the prescription and said, "Thank you, Doctor Sun. I will definitely follow your instructions."
Qin Qiong cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Doctor Sun."
Sun Simiao shook his head with a smile and said, "General Qin, Mrs. Qin, please don't be so polite. General Qin, please lift up your shirt. I'll perform acupuncture on you to relieve the pain."
Mrs. Qin quickly helped Qin Qiong lie on the bed and turn over. Then she helped him take off his shirt.
Sun Simiao took out a box of silver needles and walked to the bed. He said in a low voice, "It may be a little painful at the beginning, but it will be much better after a while. General Qin, please be mentally prepared."
Qin Shubao smiled indifferently and said, "Doctor Sun, just do your acupuncture. This pain is nothing."
Sun Simiao nodded and didn't waste any more words. He took out the silver needles and moved them like the wind. His movements were like moving clouds and flowing water. He pierced the Dazhui, Zhiyang, Quyuan, Yiyangguan, Taodao, Jizhong, Tianzong, Shenzhu, Jianjing, Waiyu, Fengmen, Ganshu, and Shenshu.
Li Zexuan watched from the side and also recognized these acupuncture points. Although the previous owner of this body didn't learn medicine from Spiritual Master Ling Xu, it was said that medicine and martial arts couldn't be separated. He had practiced martial arts for many years and also recognized the 409 acupuncture points of the human body.
What made Li Zexuan slightly surprised was that when Sun Simiao performed acupuncture, Li Zexuan could clearly feel the flow of vital energy at the tip of the needle. At this time, he seriously looked at Sun Simiao and found that his martial arts had also reached the Qi Transformation Realm.
Li Zexuan opened his mouth in shock. He really didn't expect Sun Simiao to be a medical and martial artist!
After Sun Simiao finished the acupuncture, Li Zexuan finally couldn't help but ask, "Daoist Sun, you also practice martial arts?"
Sun Simiao waved his hand and said with a smile, "Hehe, because some acupuncture techniques need to be combined with vital energy to be more effective, this poor Daoist has practiced Daoist qigong for more than ten years. Of course, this poor Daoist's kung fu is mainly to cure diseases and save people. In terms of fighting, it is definitely not comparable to you real martial artists. "
Li Zexuan suddenly understood and nodded. Daoist focused on cultivating vital energy and health. Sun Simiao was a medical and martial artist, so it wasn't unreasonable that he could live to 140 years old. When he went back, he would ask Sun Simiao for advice on health and let his father and mother practice it.
After a few minutes, Sun Simiao removed all the silver needles from Qin Shubao's back and then walked to the basin to wash his hands. Mrs. Qin quickly came over and dressed her husband.
Qin Shubao tried to get out of bed and walked two steps. He praised, "Doctor Sun's medical skills are really good. I feel much more relaxed than before."
After Sun Simiao finished washing his hands, he looked at Qin Qiong and said, "General Qin, don't be too proud. Your illness hasn't been completely cured yet. First, follow this poor Daoist's prescription and recuperate for a few days. During this time, don't do any strenuous exercise. As for your internal injuries, this poor Daoist will think about it and see if there is a way to completely cure them. "
Qin Qiong cupped his hands and said, "Doctor Sun, thank you for your trouble."
Cheng Yaojin also respectfully bowed to Sun Simiao and said: "Thank you, Godly Doctor Sun, for treating my second brother. If Godly Doctor needs anything in the future, I, Cheng Yaojin, will definitely do it for you."
Sun Simiao waved his hand and said that it was nothing. Then he walked to the table and packed his medicine box, ready to leave.
Li Zexuan hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Daoist Sun, please wait. Perhaps I have a way to treat Uncle Qin's old injuries. I would like to ask Daoist Sun to help me see if this method is feasible."
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