"Does Doctor Zhang from Yishan Hall at the end of the street know? He usually smiles kindly and doesn't argue with anyone. A few days ago, he used a thick sewing needle to pierce a hole in his stomach and his intestines leaked. The belly of the amputated cow was sewn up. Hey, my feet are so weak and numb just thinking about it. I used the flesh on my belly as cloth and used needles to sew it up. It’s so scary!”
"Ah, is Niuwa alive?"
"Bullshit, Zhang Langzhong took the needle and sewed his stomach. If he couldn't be saved on the spot, the uncles and brothers who gave the cow baby wouldn't start a fuss. Two wanderers in the town stared at Zhang Langzhong as he started to sew his stomach with needles. The faces of everyone in the room were expressionless. Ga Bai, not many people dare to look at Zhang’s stitches, just hearing that sound... hissing, makes my whole body feel uncomfortable."
"Didn't you say that Mr. He and Mr. Hu on the street were secretly trying to get rid of the outsider Mr. Zhang?"
"Ha, with them, if they meet a ruthless person who dares to mend their belly with a sewing needle, they are now eggplants beaten by frost - wilted. Yesterday, several agents from the county yamen came to Yishan Hall to invite Zhang The doctor treats them and prescribes them."
Luoshahu Town is not a big town. If something happens, the neighbors will talk about it and it will soon spread from one end to the other.
Yishantang's business suddenly picked up. Of course, in a small border town, people from all over the country come to see doctors. No matter how good the business is, it is impossible to be crowded. Except for the first three days when there are more people, there are a few patients seeking treatment every day.
Zhang Wenfeng still reads books most of the time, goes out for shopping in the morning and evening, and comes back to buy some food and noodles.
The donkey carried two wooden barrels and walked leisurely on the street in the setting sun. Hearing someone in the neighborhood commenting that "Mr. Zhang's donkey is so smart and can bring copper coins to buy water," he drew water from the sweet water well at the east end of the town. Water comes back.
The deep well was dug by the ancestors of the Xu family, and there were people guarding it to help fetch water. Each bucket of water cost one copper, and a bucket of water delivered to the door cost two coppers. The wealthy families in the town drank the water from the Xu family well.
The donkey walked into the backyard through the side door, closed the door with its hind hooves, and the buckets in the bamboo frame on its back flew up by themselves. One fell into the kitchen and the other into the main room.
Zhang Wenfeng stood up, scooped out water, and lit charcoal fire to make tea.
The only thing in the town that satisfied him was the well water. He could make tea with fresh water that had not been left overnight and it tasted very good.
The donkey babbled that it would go out to play for a few days and stay in the small yard every day, which was as big as a palm. It was so depressed that it asked the viewer to take care of himself and asked the Xu family to send water to the door.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
He asked the donkey to go back to the Taoist temple, but the donkey refused and wanted to follow him. Every few days he would fly out to spend some time, but he didn't ask where the donkey went.
A pot of tea was boiling and steaming. When it was almost boiling, a knock on the door was heard in front of it.
Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to get up, walk out of the main room and across the yard to open the door of the shop. When there was no business, before the sun set, he would leave the door behind and go to the ocean. He would not go out of town to see a doctor in the countryside. He would always send patients to his door.
"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"
Except for inns and restaurants, all the other shops in the town have opened early.
There were not many people walking on the street at this time.
Outside the door, there were two young men padding old mattresses with door panels, carrying a groaning middle-aged man. Next to them was an unkempt middle-aged woman with red eyes from crying, and a man wearing patched trousers and hanging up his legs. Lao Gao, a skinny little girl with a yellow complexion and bare feet, was hiding behind a few adults.
Zhang Wenfeng saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the middle-aged man's left leg and said, "Bring it in quickly."
Two young men quickly carried the person in and placed him on a table by the wall.
"How did it hurt? Apart from the left foot, where else is it hurting so much?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the middle-aged man who had fallen badly. The man's hands and face were covered with scratches. His coarse shorts were torn in many places and covered with mud. His left foot was turned at a weird angle and he asked.
The middle-aged man's bronze face was blue with pain, but his speech was still clear, and he whispered: "I went to collect firewood on the hillside, and my foot missed. It rolled down and broke my left foot. Both hands are burning and hurting, but other places are fine. "
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out three fingers to feel his pulse again. He wanted to make sure that the injured man had no internal bleeding.
Unable to use the monk's methods, he relied on his previous medical skills and the medical books he read later to treat people. When he encountered difficult and complicated diseases, he would ask the patients to go elsewhere.
The injuries on the man in front of me looked scary, but they were actually just dislocated tendons and sprained tendons.
Then he slowly rolled up his sleeves and looked at the man's two elbows. Large areas of skin were scraped off, leaving a pool of flesh and blood.
After knowing it in his mind, Zhang Guanzhu looked at the two young men, women and little girls behind him. When treating people in the town, they must first agree on the medical fees and the cost of medicines. Some people in the countryside don't have money to see a doctor, and the cost is too high. They can't afford it.
The woman did not dare to cry and looked nervous and miserable.
When the little girl saw the man's wound, she covered her mouth with tears welling up in her eyes. When she saw the doctor looking at her, their eyes looked at each other, like a frightened deer and she quickly ran away.
Zhang Wenfeng almost had a light in his eyes and was stunned for a long time.
Even if he closes his own cultivation, the soul of a monk is not comparable to that of ordinary people. The eyes are the windows of the soul. The little girl's soul gives him a vaguely familiar feeling, which is different from the strong feeling he had when he met Qian Jing.
Strange, did he meet an "acquaintance" again?
"The consultation fee is twenty cents, the dislocation reduction is a hundred cents, the external medicine is fifty cents, and the patient will be given a decoction for three days, fifty cents, for a total of two hundred and twenty cents."
Zhang Wenfeng quoted the price.
The middle-aged man seemed to be relieved and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhang, how long will you take the medicine for?"
"After taking the decoction for three days, the redness and swelling in my left foot have not gone away. I will prescribe the decoction for another three days. Depending on the situation, it should not exceed 200 yuan."
Zhang Wenfeng said calmly, very like an old doctor, he knew what the other party was worried about.
"Master, please ask the doctor to treat it quickly, so as not to cause any underlying disease or disability."
cried the woman.
The middle-aged man said "Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Zhang" and agreed to receive treatment at this hospital.
The treatment process was not complicated. The joints were manually reset, plasters were applied, and splints were applied to fix the injuries. Then other wounds were cleaned with medicinal wine. The pain made the man break out in a cold sweat.
I prescribed a prescription and grabbed three packets of live serum and decoction.
He accepted the copper and told the man to pay attention. It was already dark outside.
He borrowed a lantern to light up the woman and sent a few people to carry her out. Standing on the eaves steps, watching everyone walk out five or six feet away, Zhang Wenfeng met the eyes of the little girl who secretly turned back again. He blurted out and shouted softly: "Fang Bailan!"
He once faced Fang Bailan's ghost in a secret room in a haunted forest. The essence of the ghost is the soul. Even if the two are not familiar with each other, they will never forget it after seeing it.
The three words "Fang Bailan" roared in Xiaoya's mind, and countless scenes poured out like a tide.
How could the little girl withstand such a shock? She was spinning, her eyes turned white, and she fell to the street.
"You're a damn girl, you're walking without your eyes, and you're still wrestling at such a big age."
The woman cursed angrily, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. The little girl who fell on the ground did not move. She squatted down to help her daughter, and shouted: "Zhu'er, don't scare your mother, don't scare your mother."
The man lying on the door panel shouted: "Zhu'er, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Wenfeng hurried over in a few steps and said, "Let me take a look. Maybe you are hungry because you haven't eaten."
He reached out to take a pulse, feeling a little regretful in his heart. He shouldn't have rashly awakened the other party. The little girl was too weak.
"It's nothing serious. It's just a problem caused by insufficient energy and blood and hunger."
Zhang Wenfeng comforted several nervous adults and said, "Take her to my shop to lie down for a while, boil her some tonic, cook some soup cakes to eat, and she will be able to walk back by herself after a while."
"Thank you, Dr. Zhang, I was almost scared to death just now."
After some fussing, he returned to the shop.
It took almost half an hour for the little girl to wake up, feeling extremely weak.
After feeding her soup cakes and decoction, Zhang Wenfeng took the little girl's pulse again and asked after a while: "Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"
The little girl quickly raised her head and looked at each other, shaking her head and saying nothing.
Zhang Wenfeng had already seen clearly that when the little girl's soul woke up, she probably had mixed memories. She didn't remember who he was, and she was too scrupulous to say anything more to him.
Senior sister Yue Anyan still had Fang Bailan's remains lying in the small bamboo house. He didn't expect to get involved with Fang Bailan again.
After sending the group away, Zhang Wenfeng lowered the door panel and walked into the backyard. The donkey approached from the darkness.
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