But it's a pity that old Mr. Sun Simiao couldn't hear his voice.
"Little friend Zian, although I don't know why you want to hide your identity as the descendant of Hua Tuo, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. What's more, you, the head of the Cheng family and Miss Ying'er are all old acquaintances. Why don't you give it a try yourself and see if there is any hope for the patient..."
When Sun Simiao opened his mouth, Wang Zi'an knew that things were going to be bad.
Sure enough, before Sun Simiao could finish speaking, Cheng Yaojin rushed over and grabbed Wang Zi'an's shoulders with excitement.
"Zian, are you a descendant of Hua Tuo? Are you proficient in medical skills? Quick, quick, quick, help my wife take a look. If you can save my wife, you can do whatever you want from now on. Let me go east, but I will not go west. Let me chase away the dogs, but I won’t catch the chickens..."
Wang Zi’an:……
If I say that I have only seen people fanning pigs since I was a child, would you believe me?
Wang Zi'an looked at Sun Simiao with resentful eyes, feeling blind in his heart, "Old sir, you are trying to trick me."
"Uh-huh, I don't know medical skills..."
"My little friend, what you said is a bit unkind. Just now, we saw you using Hua Tuo's magical skills in the West City to save a dying man - luckily I thought you were a warm-hearted person like me. The middle man..."
The old Taoist who had been standing next to Sun Simiao suppressed a slight frown and "exposed" Wang Zi'an's background with an unhappy expression.
Wang Zi’an:……
I was actually beaten by you!
At first, Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Ying'er were a little hesitant when they heard Wang Zi'an say that they didn't know medical skills. Now, upon hearing this, their expressions suddenly changed.
Could it be that the noble person Yuan Tiangang calls is not Mr. Sun Simiao, but Wang Zi'an?
When they thought of Wang Zi'an's magic, a glimmer of hope suddenly filled their eyes.
"Zian, please—"
Cheng Yaojin's eyes turned red and he knelt on the ground with a thud. If it was for himself, he would rather die than bow to others like this, but when he thought of his wife's sacrifice for him, he felt so guilty that he couldn't breathe.
"Young Master Wang, as long as you can save your mother, I am willing to serve as a slave and serve you..."
Cheng Yinger knelt there with tears in her eyes.
Looking at Lao Cheng with red eyes, and then looking at Ying'er with pear blossoms and rainy eyes, Wang Zi'an was going crazy inside.
If I had medical skills, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it!
It’s impossible for me to just stand by and watch a stranger!
Seeing that Wang Zi'an looked troubled and not pretending, Sun Simiao stretched out his hand to stop his old friend who continued to speak, and said seriously.
"I know, little friend, there must be some unspeakable secrets or sect rules, but isn't it the moral duty that we should have to treat illnesses and save lives, and to save lives and injuries? Otherwise, what's the use of learning magical medical skills?"
I understand the truth too!
But I really don’t…
Just when Wang Zian wanted to complain, his expression suddenly changed, and a look of dumbfounding suddenly appeared on his face.
Here it comes, that familiar tingling feeling.
In an instant, Wang Zi'an felt as if he was enlightened, and a large amount of medical knowledge poured into his mind. Various medical methods from ancient to modern times, both at home and abroad, were like an old doctor who had been immersed in medicine for decades or hundreds of years.
He was surprised and happy.
With this ability, his happy life in Datang is like adding a strong shield. You no longer have to worry about the terrible outcome of dying from a cold.
What kind of imperial doctor is so weak?
But before he was overjoyed, he became a little dumbfounded.
What should I say now to explain the fact that I suddenly became a miracle doctor, to maintain my persona of a gentle and gentle man who is willing to help others, and to make people feel that I am not deliberately manipulating or ignoring death...
It's so hard for me!
Wang Zi'an let out a long sigh and stretched out his hand to lift Cheng Yaojin and his daughter up.
"That's all, that's all, hey -"
Wang Zi'an sighed with compassion, stood up, walked to the stool beside the bed, sat down, and stretched out his hand to check for pulse.
what to do?
We can only do this first and let them guess by themselves!
Looking at Wang Zi'an's expression, several people suddenly realized that it seemed that Wang Xiaoyou (Zi'an) (Deng Tuzi) really had something to hide!
It’s really hard for him!
Several people had their own thoughts and looked at Wang Zi'an without blinking.
Wang Zi'an, who pressed Mrs. Sun's pulse, quickly understood the patient's condition, and at least three or four medical plans flashed through his mind in an instant.
"Fortunately, there is hope, but it will take some time..."
Wang Zi'an gently put down Mrs. Sun's wrist, tucked the quilt back, stood up and nodded to several people with a relaxed expression.
It works!
Sun Simiao's eyes suddenly shone. For many years, he had been suffering from inability to improve his medical skills, and now he finally found an expert who could ask for advice!
What a twist!
Cheng Yaojin and his daughter were surprised and happy, looking at Wang Zi'an excitedly and at a loss.
"Mr. Sun, can I lend you a silver needle..."
The character cannot be destroyed!
The key is that Wang Zi'an doesn't know what he should say now, so he can only cover up his embarrassment by saving people.
Sun Simiao asked tentatively while taking out the silver needle.
"Little friend Wang, I wonder if I can - ahem, can I observe for a moment..."
This life-saving acupuncture technique must be a secret that is not passed down.
Although Sun Simiao knew that he was very likely to be rejected, he still couldn't help but ask. As a doctor, he was really curious about how he could save such a patient.
"Is there anything you can do about it? Old Sir, just look at it - let's do this. I will pass on this set of acupuncture techniques to you later. This kind of medical skill can only play its due role in your hands, Old Sir... "
Wang Zi'an said sincerely while picking up the silver needle.
For a pure doctor like Sun Simiao, Wang Zi'an admired him from the bottom of his heart.
Lifting the quilt and asking Cheng Ying'er to help untie the skirt, Wang Zi'an was left with only a middle coat. Only then did Wang Zi'an hold his breath and concentrate. Then he decisively inserted the needle, gently closing it and slowly twisting it. Each stitch was different. When the last needle was inserted, Wang Zi'an flicked it casually, and the ninety-nine and eighty-one silver needles automatically buzzed without any wind.
Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Ying'er just thought it was magical, while Sun Simiao's eyes widened.
Amazing skills!
Ninety-nine and eighty-one injections directly opened up the remaining Qi in the patient's body, and actually activated the last trace of vitality in the body.
Like a dead tree blooming with spring!
"My little friend, I wonder what kind of acupuncture this is?"
Sun Simiao's beard trembled with excitement, it was so mysterious.
"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. This is the needle for rejuvenating dead trees..."
Wang Zi'an tried hard to recall the demeanor of those masters in movies and TV shows in his previous life, and pretended to be calm and secretly tossed out a famous sentence.
It seems like this can make you look more stylish, right?
