Chapter 105: Worship the Medical Saint
While You Chuiyun was using his pupil technique, he saw bursts of black smoke rising from the Nantianmen Medical Center. According to You Chuiyun, this black smoke might represent death.
You Chuiyun's eyes were fixed on the thickest and largest black smoke here, and this direction was the location where the messenger appeared just now.
Of course, "messenger" is the identity determined by You Chuiyun's intuition. As for whether he is the real messenger, he doesn't know.
At this time, You Chuiyun's eyes felt an unprecedented sharp pain. The pain came from his eyes, like needle pricks.
This time, Yu Chuiyun couldn't help but cry out due to the pain.
"Ahhh, my eyes, why do they hurt so much...why do they get more and more painful?"
Yes, since Yu Chuiyun used these eyes, every time he opened his eyes, the side effects were much higher than the previous use. Every time he used them, the pain worsened, and this time, You Chuiyun felt that he was going blind.
Is it the wrong way to use it?
A thought flashed through You Chuiyun's mind.
He squatted on the ground holding his eyes for a while before he recovered. When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to be in a trance and couldn't see clearly. It took a long time before he could barely open his eyes and see.
"The Zheng family's bastard!"
You Chuiyun scolded him lightly, not harshly, although it was against his will, but he was very happy.
He raised his head and saw that his reopened eyes were already red, with tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes.
Why are these Lao Shizi's eyes so useless? He squinted his eyes and forced himself to continue to cheer up and start working in the yard.
Not long after, he lost several more lives, and watched helplessly as lives passed by in his own hands. This feeling made him extremely sad.
Even when the Northern Territory was broken, he had seen countless tragic events, but at this moment, he couldn't stand his own powerlessness.
Even if I am a foundation-building practitioner, why am I still so powerless?
You Chuiyun looked at his blood-stained hands. He was pushed away. A doctor was performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the Nantianmen disciple whose heartbeat had stopped in front of him, using electric shock talismans to awaken the rhythm of life in his body.
Unfortunately, many things are irreversible, including death.
The Nantianmen disciple had missed the best opportunity to rescue him.
"It's hopeless..." The doctor gasped and announced the death of this ordinary Nantianmen disciple.
Then he sighed and rushed to the next dying life.
You Chuiyun felt that his breathing was heavy.
The noise in the courtyard continued into the evening. The hospital was brightly lit, and those injured who had not been placed in time were basically taken care of. All the doctors' servants and everyone in Enji Hall rested as if their bones were falling apart.
After a while, several large barrels of cooked food were made in the canteen of the medical center and rolled over. Everyone was relieved of their hunger and relaxed completely.
After You Chuiyun ate three large bowls of sweet potato porridge, he finally felt satisfied. After saying a few words to everyone in Enji Hall, he rushed straight to his original goal.
Qitian's ward.
Perhaps because of Mr. He's care, the ward where Qitian stayed was a nice single room with dedicated medical servants to take care of him.
After You Chuiyun came in, he drank away the medical servant and sat on the chair quietly looking at his still unconscious brother.
According to the medical sage, he was trying his best, and the poisonous energy attacked his heart, took advantage of the weakness, and completely took over his body, so his body functions were fundamentally hindered.
Being unconscious means that the meridians of the head are completely paralyzed, and the use of Wu Jin Dan and Hua Du Dan can reactivate his nerve meridians.
Although it cannot immediately remove the toxins from his body, it can at least help him wake up and detoxify himself.
Although the Medical Sage is called the Medical Sage, it does not mean that the patient can be cured by looking at the patient with a wave of his sleeve. At most, it is a cold or some kind of sarcoma that is difficult to remove. The Medical Sage can accurately cure it. The fastest treatment recovery.
Qitian is invaded by internal evil and is extremely ill. It would be good if ordinary doctors can save him from death. This kind of immortality will also lead to paralysis. Only the medical sage dares to make sure to feed a few Wujindan and leave the rest to him. he.
To be honest, Mr. He Chuanbai's care for his brothers has gone beyond what ordinary doctors would care for.
You Chuiyun was still very grateful to the old man.
Although the old man said it was because of his consistent donations over the years, he always felt that there were other reasons.
He had also heard the name "Why not save people". In fact, You Chuiyun had an idea that he did not dare to mention, even in his heart.
Although he is a medical saint but he does not save this or that, then what qualifications do he have to call himself a medical saint?
Although he was puzzled, Yu Chuiyun didn't think too much. He grabbed his younger brother's wrist and pretended that he could take the pulse——
Otherwise, just sitting there would be boring.
He closed his eyes and pretended.
"Well, it's better to be better. I think the patient can indeed recover and be discharged from the hospital as long as he sleeps."
he whispered.
Just at this moment, a majestic and serious voice sounded from behind.
"You kid can still take your pulse? When did you learn medicine?"
You Chuiyun was frightened and stood up quickly. He really said that Cao Cao had arrived. When he looked back, he saw He Chuanbai's face as if everyone owed him money.
"Ah, Mr. Medical Saint! I'm here to say hello to you."
You Chuiyun immediately raised his hands to him and said respectfully.
snort.
He Chuanbai looked at him and snorted, his expression not very good, but he didn't look good either.
I'm afraid that the same attitude of indifference is the same when facing those relatives of the emperor and the country.
You Chuiyun instantly became more balanced when he thought about this. He is the kind of optimist who agrees with everyone walking with a smile. A smile makes the world a better place, not a shabby one.
He Chuanbai ignored him and sat directly on the bench. The moment he touched it, Qi Tian's arm also moved over out of thin air, and He Chuanbai just happened to hold the pulse gate.
He Chuanbai just touched Qi Tian's wrist and retracted his hand like a dragonfly touching water.
Qitian's wrist was also pushed back by invisible force.
You Chuiyun was dumbfounded - ah, is this the end of the trumpet?
I saw He Chuanbai folding his sleeves with his hands and glanced at him: "Where is Wu Jindan?"
You Chuiyun quickly presented several small boxes.
He Chuanbai was stunned for a moment, his mouth moved slightly, and then he took two small boxes and turned them over to Qi Tian to drink.
Then he closed his eyes and placed his hands on Qi Tian's chest. For a long time, You Chuiyun only felt an invisible force moving around Qi Tian's chest.
"Repairing the meridians will not take a day or two. This child will have to stay for several months before he can be discharged. The remaining Wujindan is useless, so keep it for yourself."
Only then did He Chuanbai speak leisurely, speaking fluently, and You Chuiyun couldn't help but interrupt.
Since the medical sage said there was no problem, what was he kidding himself about?
You Chuiyun held the remaining Wujin Dan box in his hand and said respectfully: "I would like to donate the remaining elixir to the medical center."
He Chuanbai frowned: "You just gave away two hundred taels of things?"
You Chuiyun held many small boxes in his hands, lowered his head and said, "Don't dare lie."
He Chuanbai stood up, took a good look at this young boy, and said: "The people in Enji Hall are different, they are all living Bodhisattvas. I remember you used to mine for a living, where did you get so much money? .”
You Chuiyun said: "I dare not hide it from the old man, I have already laid the foundation."
He Chuanbai was stunned again, and picked up his arm out of thin air with a cold face.
"If you lied to me, you would... hmm...? You really built a foundation..."
His old face changed: "How long will it take you to embark on the path of spiritual practice?"
"Sir, if you really want to start practicing the Eight Sutras, it will take half a month."
He Chuanbai was shocked: "Is this really true? I thought I made a mistake...for half a month...your talent is even more amazing than your father's."
This time it was You Chuiyun's turn to be surprised: "You still know my father."
"Nonsense. Without me, your father would have been a useless person - when he fought against the devil, if I hadn't nursed him back, it would have been impossible for him to win."
He Chuanbai had a headache when he thought about Yu Shan, who was fearless, so he looked at You Chui Yun and felt unhappy.
"Ah, I see. I still want to thank the old man for saving my father's life."
You Chuiyun knelt down on the ground knowingly.
He Chuanbai's face improved a lot, and he secretly thought that this boy was indeed as clever and clever as his father.
"When did you learn medicine?"
His old man suddenly changed the subject and asked inexplicably.
"Ah? No."
You Chuiyun thought for a while and did not dare to answer rashly. Could it be that he was seen pinching Qitian's arm just now and the old man misunderstood?
"I never studied medicine."
"Oh, Enjitang's surnamed Chen never taught you?"
"The surname is Chen..."
Before You Chuiyun could react, did the Medical Sage know about Chen Feiyang?
Elder Chen!
"Elder Chen Xiude has never taught me medical skills, because I have not practiced before, so it is naturally difficult for me to enter the Tao."
"Now that you have entered Taoism? Do you want to learn or not..."
He Chuanbai rolled up his sleeves and the old god said calmly.
"The boy has thought about it, and will ask Elder Chen for medical skills in return, so as not to be helpless when seeing casualties in the future."
You Chuiyun felt heavy when he thought of the separation between life and death in the hospital today.
"That quack doctor Chen Xiude, why are you asking him for advice?"
He Chuanbai's face darkened, almost scolding him.
Now Youxi Chuiyun really understood that the old man's intention was to accept him as his apprentice.
"The boy is willing to become a disciple of the old man, learn medical skills, and save lives and heal the wounded! I ask the old man to grant you my wish. These few Wujin Pills of the boy should be regarded as a apprenticeship gift to the master."
Get on the road.
He Chuanbai commented in his heart with satisfaction.
"I don't accept disciples."
After hearing this, You Chuiyun was so depressed that he vomited blood and said, "I am just having fun."
"But for the sake of your character, I will accept you as a registered disciple. Don't call me master in front of others. I don't want people in the world to know that I am preaching and teaching again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master! Disciple understands and remembers it."
"I don't like that kind of master-disciple rule. Don't always interfere with me with big gifts. In one word, annoying! Disgusting!"
"yes."
"You'd better take these Wujin Pills and donate them to the hospital, I don't want them."
"It's Master."
"Come here, my teacher will teach you what a pulse is."
