"I'll make an antidote," Wang Yao said.
"Oh, I'm so lucky to see my young friend's magic again," Mr. Sang said happily.
Wang Yao happened to have a few antidote herbs in his storage space.
There was a single room.
A bowl of ordinary hot water.
A few green leaves as green as jade.
They dissolved like water.
It was a very simple medicine.
Wang Yao carried the bowl of clear water to the bed.
"Drink it."
Mr. Sang looked at the bowl of clear water with anticipation in his eyes.
After drinking the medicine, the patient's body began to tremble slightly.
"What's going on?"
"Don't worry."
Vomit. The patient lying on the bed vomited. Because he couldn't get up and was unprepared, the stinky vomit splattered everywhere.
"What's this?"
"Part of the poison in his body has been expelled," Mr. Sang said. He was now more and more curious about Wang Yao's identity.
Which lineage did he belong to? How could he be able to make such an amazing medicine? Could it be the lineage of the long-lost King Pharmacist?
The patient's body gradually calmed down.
"Let me take a look."
Mr. Sang checked the patient's pulse and then took off the patient's clothes.
There were many bruises on the unconscious Mr. Zhou's body. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be fist and palm prints.
Looking at this scene, Wang Yao had a better understanding of the "Wulin" and "Jianghu" that Zhou Xiong had just described.
Mr. Sang then took out a cloth bag from the medicine box he carried. After opening it, there was a row of silver needles.
"Acupuncture?"
Wang Yao's eyes lit up when he saw this.
The path of medicine was broad and profound. In fact, it could be roughly divided into "diagnosis" and "treatment."
The so-called "diagnosis" was to diagnose, understand the illness, and determine the cause of the disease. There were many methods, including "looking, listening, and asking."
The so-called "treatment" was to treat illnesses, relieve pain, and restore one's health. There were many methods, such as massage, acupuncture, medicine, and so on. However, Wang Yao only knew the method of "medicine", which was somewhat lacking.
Mr. Sang was very accurate in identifying the acupoints, but he was very slow in inserting the needles. It was not like what was described in movies or novels, where the needles were inserted in an instant. Mr. Sang mainly focused on the chest and abdomen, probably to stimulate the internal organs, where most of the toxins had accumulated. After inserting the needle, Mr. Sang rotated the silver needle from time to time.
Wang Yao watched the whole process attentively. If he wanted to become a real "pharmacist", acupuncture was a skill he had to master.
He had already memorized the distribution of acupoints and veins in the human body. These aspects were all included in the knowledge that the system had instilled in him. However, he did not have the method of acupuncture and the method of identifying acupoints. He had read a few medical books, but the explanations were not very detailed.
As the saying goes, "What you learn on paper is ultimately shallow, but when you learn of this matter, you must do it personally."
Knowledge was knowledge, and practice was practice. The two complemented each other and were indispensable.
After inserting the needles, Mr. Sang waited for a while. Then, he checked the pulse again and gradually began to withdraw the needles.
The order of inserting the needles and withdrawing the needles was different.
Acupuncture was a medical skill, but it was also a profound knowledge.
This set of medical skills seemed to be quite mentally exhausting. After withdrawing the needles, Mr. Sang went to the side room to rest.
"I'm old and weak. My young friend, I'll go take a rest first."
"Okay."
Wang Yao got up and walked him to the door. He then returned to the side of the bed and reached out to check the pulse.
Sure enough, the effect was much better than just taking the medicine made from the Antidote Grass. This acupuncture had its own mysterious aspects.
Thousands of miles away in Lianshan County.
Wang Mingbao brought the medicine that Wang Yao had brewed to his uncle's house in the morning.
"Uncle, this is the medicine made by Wang Yao. It's applied externally and taken orally. Try it and see how it works," Wang Mingbao said.
"Okay, I'll try it."
In the past few days, Wang Mingbao's uncle had been suffering from this disease. The malignant sores on his back were like burning fire and emitted a foul smell. It made him feel uncomfortable all over. He couldn't sleep at night. All kinds of medicine he took didn't work. He also had diarrhea all day and felt nauseous no matter what he ate.
"I hope it works." This was the prayer in the hearts of the couple.
Wang Mingbao's aunt carefully applied the medicine on her husband's back. Immediately, Wang Mingbao's uncle felt a cooling sensation on his back. It was very comfortable, and the burning sensation from before was immediately suppressed. This was something he had never experienced before.
It worked!
He immediately realized that the medicine worked.
"Hurry up and give me some."
The medicine was slightly bitter and cool when it entered his mouth. A clear stream flowed into his stomach and then quickly spread. His stomach was also cool.
The inside and outside of his body were cool, which complemented each other.
"How do you feel, Uncle?"
"I feel much better," Wang Mingbao's uncle said. "Yao is really good!"
"Of course!" Wang Mingbao said proudly. He also felt proud that his brother was capable.
"Thank Yao for me. By the way, how much is this medicine?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I'll settle it with him. Don't forget to use the medicine. I'm leaving."
"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Why don't you go after dinner?"
"No, I still have something to do in the shop." Wang Mingbao hurriedly left.
"This child!" his aunt said.
"Forget it. Let him be."
"I don't know why that guy went to Cangzhou. He even went there at night." Wang Mingbao thought as he drove. …
In Zhou Village, Cangzhou.
Zhou Wuyi, who had woken up, could already speak and eat liquid food.
In less than a day, there had been such a big change. This made people who knew the truth admire Wang Yao even more.
In addition to treatment, Zhou Xiong brought his son to Wang Yao for a diagnosis.
"Hello, Uncle." Zhou Wukang was also very happy to see Wang Yao again.
"Hello, Kang. Long time no see."
The diagnosis was acceptable. His physical condition was better than when he left Lianshan County, but it was limited, especially his arm. The child had further deteriorated.
"Have you asked Dr. Sang to see Kang's illness?" Wang Yao asked. After this short contact, he could already see that the very kind Dr. Sang was a veritable master of medicine. Although Kang's illness was strange, he should be able to treat it if he saw the place where the illness occurred.
"I asked him to see it, but it was too late. If he didn't treat it with acupuncture, I'm afraid that Kang's arm would have been broken and his body would be worse," Zhou Xiong said.
"It's too late. Hasn't Dr. Sang been living here?"
"No. Although he is very famous in Cangzhou and is known as a miracle doctor, he doesn't stay here for long. He only comes here at a fixed time every year. At other times, he is elusive. In the last two years, it has been better. A few years ago, he often didn't come back for a year," Zhou Xiong said.
"This time, uncle was able to stay alive before you came because he happened to be in Cangzhou and has some friendship with the Zhou family. That's why we were able to invite him over."
"I think this old man is very kind."
"Yes. Not only is his medical skills brilliant, but his medical ethics are also very high. In the past, he used to treat people for free. Now that he is old, although he spends less time treating people, his fees are very low. Some people still don't charge him. Moreover, he has requirements for several of his disciples. Many of them are indebted to him," Zhou Xiong said.
"I admire him!"
Hearing this, Wang Yao praised from the bottom of his heart. This kind of moral character was really rare in today's materialistic society!
In another room, Zhou Ying was talking to Old Mr. Sang.
"A while ago, Xiao Xiong and his son went to see Dr. Wang?"
"Yes."
"So, the reason why Kang's illness improved is because of him?" Dr. Sang asked.
"Yes." Zhou Xiong answered simply and didn't say anything else.
"You are still so quiet!"
"It's okay," Zhou Ying said.
"Dr. Wang's medical skills are indeed extraordinary. He has such skills at such a young age. He is much better than my stupid disciples," Sang Guzi said with a smile.
"You are too humble. My brothers are now famous in Cangzhou. Brother Lu is even better," Zhou Ying said.
"Him? The provincial capital might not be suitable, "Dr. Sang said.
"There is one more thing I need to trouble you with."
"What is it?"
"It's about Dr. Wang. I hope you can keep it a secret," Zhou Ying said.
"Haha, don't worry. I know what to do," Dr. Sang said.
After taking the antidote brewed by Wang Yao and the acupuncture effect of Dr. Sang, Zhou Wuyi's body seemed to be better. However, he was still not out of danger. The poison in his body had not been completely removed. Moreover, his chaotic meridians were a big problem. If not treated as soon as possible, even if he survived, he would become a disabled person or a fool.
"Forgive me for asking, but does this uncle of yours know the legendary internal energy?"
Wang Yao asked Zhou Xiong curiously. When he took Zhou Wuyi's pulse, he found that there was a faint aura in his body. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation after taking the pulse of so many people.
"Yes, the so-called internal strength is not just the inner breath." Zhou Xiong said, "It's all thanks to this stream of Neixi that he was able to hold on until Elder Sang and you arrived."
"Your uncle is also a kung fu master, right?"
"Yes, my uncle has been practicing kung fu for nearly 60 years. He is a master of both internal and external kung fu. If not for the sneak attack this time, he would not have ended up like this," Zhou Xiong said.
"Aren't they open and aboveboard when they compete? Don't they set up an arena?"
"Haha, not really." Zhou Xiong said, "The place where Eldest Uncle and that person fought was on top of a mountain peak. Only a few people watched."
"Then how did he get attacked?"
"That person used a hidden weapon, a poisonous one. Not only my uncle, but several people who watched the fight were also injured. It was just that they were not as serious as my uncle. When we heard the noise and rushed over, it was already too late," Zhou Xiong said.
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