The old man in gray had some gray hair, but his body was strong and his eyes were bright. He was covered in blood, whether it was his or the enemy's.
The old man treated one after another. No matter how serious the injuries were, most of them got better under his treatment. There were even a few people who were dying, and he was able to pull them back from the gate of hell.
While Zhou Yang was meditating, he glanced at the old man in gray clothes and couldn't help but be startled.
This person was the one who reminded him during the war. Judging from the aura, this person should have reached the peak of the early stage of the Golden Core.
Unexpectedly, his medical skills were very good, Zhou Yang was moved in his heart.
There were too many people in need of treatment, and the elixirs on the old man in gray had been used up. He could only ask the injured to take out his own elixirs, and he would check them and then choose the best ones to take. However, other people's elixirs were mostly ordinary and useless against the frequently injured and deceased. He could only use his superb medical skills to control the injuries and prevent them from getting worse.
"Oh, this man has been poisoned by a strange poison. If he doesn't have a good antidote, he will definitely die!" The gray-haired old medical practitioner examined an injured person not far from Zhou Yang, shook his head, and then He said loudly: "Everyone, if you have a fourth-grade or above detoxifying elixir, my husband can buy it with a lot of money!"
However, no one responded to his words.
At this time, everyone is injured. If you have a fourth-grade healing elixir, you can keep it for yourself. Who would be stupid enough to take it out to save others.
Sighing, the old man in gray could only give up and prepare to treat others.
"Amitabha! Old donor, I have a few fourth-grade antidote pills here, I wonder if they are effective?" Zhou Yang chanted the Buddha's name, and two more green pills appeared in his hand.
"This is..." The old man's eyes narrowed and he stared closely at the two pills.
"An ancient thing, a fourth-grade high-purity elixir!" After a while, the old man's eyes flashed and he blurted out.
Zhou Yang was amazed that this man's medical skills and knowledge were indeed remarkable.
"I wonder if I can save this benefactor?" Zhou Yang stretched out his hand and asked.
"Of course! One pill can detoxify it. Taking two pills, coupled with my silver needle method, should be able to force out all the poison from his body." The old man took the pill and nodded.
"That's good, that's good." Zhou Yang smiled.
"Thank you, Master. These are some fourth-grade spiritual stones. Please accept them." The old man handed three fourth-grade spiritual stones to Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang did not pick it up, but clasped his hands together and said: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The old donor is so kind and righteous, how can the young monk accept the reward!"
"Haha, I admire you for your great righteousness, master!" The old man in gray clothes didn't force himself, he took back the spirit stone and clasped his fists.
"It doesn't matter, old benefactor, please help him quickly!" Zhou Yang waved his hand.
"Okay." The old man lifted the dying man's head, inserted ten silver needles into different acupuncture points, then opened his mouth and stuffed a super clear pill into it.
Next, he put one hand on the man's back and began to force the poison out of him.
Zhou Yang just watched intently.
After a stick of incense passed, the man's darkened face began to turn red.
Half an hour later, the man's complexion basically returned to normal, and he opened his eyes slightly, but he didn't have the strength to speak.
Zhou Yang took a closer look and felt that the injured man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.
After a while, the old man gave him the second pill, then applied acupuncture, and continued to use his energy to force out the poison.
More than an hour later, the man opened his mouth and vomited out a large ball of black blood, then passed out.
The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and collected the silver needles one by one.
Zhou Yang nodded secretly.
Although he is not good at medical skills, he understands medical principles very well. He knows that the poison in this person has been forced out, and all that is left is to rest.
He also understood that judging from the man's condition, although his fourth-grade Shangqing Dan could work, it would not be able to force out all the poison without the old man's acupuncture.
"Amitabha! The old donor has excellent medical skills, and the young monk admires him very much!" Zhou Yang said with his hands clasped together.
"Haha, Master, thank you very much. Without Master's ancient elixir, I would not be able to save myself no matter how good my medical skills are!" The old man said with a smile.
At the same time, he was surprised. Although this kind of elixir was not of high grade, it was an ancient thing, extremely rare, and he did not have it.
It is really puzzling to think that this little monk carries such a treasure with him.
"Old donor, could you please take the young monk's pulse?" Zhou Yang looked at the old man and said.
"Oh? I think the mage is not seriously injured, just some flesh wounds!" The old man was stunned.
"To be honest, the young monk was harmed by an adulterer, and there is residual poison in his body, which has not been completely removed yet, so I asked the old donor to take a pulse." Zhou Yang said.
"I see." The old man motioned to Zhou Yang to take out his left hand.
Zhou Yang stretched out his hand, and the old man pinched his pulse gate, closed his eyes and began to feel his pulse.
After a while, the old man frowned, then opened his eyes and murmured.
After dozens of breaths, the old man took back his hand and looked at Zhou Yang with a strange look.
"How is it?" Zhou Yang felt a little weak after being stared at, and asked hurriedly.
"There is indeed residual poison in your body, and there are also hidden diseases." The old man's eyes fell on Zhou Yang.
"Hidden disease?" Zhou Yang was surprised.
"That's right, hidden diseases live on the altar, and residual poisons hide in big caves." The old man said.
Zhou Yang was a little confused. There was nothing wrong with his altar, and he didn't feel anything strange in any of his three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture points. Why did he say this?
"Your consciousness has been severely damaged. Now it seems to be healed, but in fact there are still hidden dangers. They are just scattered in the entire sea of consciousness and you can't detect them yourself. But this hidden danger is not eliminated. When you break through to a higher realm, , it’s very difficult to pass!”
"What, he hasn't recovered yet!" Zhou Yang changed his face. He knew the injury to his consciousness, but wasn't it all healed by the medicine prescribed by the doctor Qin Ming, plus his own spirit-replenishing pill?
Now that I think about it, when I broke through the golden elixir realm, the level of the inner demon was indeed extremely thrilling. Fortunately, I was well prepared and got through it. Otherwise, when the soul melted into the elixir and condensed into the prototype of the soul, I was afraid that Overgrown branches.
"Master, are you from Anping City?" the old man suddenly asked.
"Not bad." Zhou Yang was startled.
"Have you ever been to Wuji Hall?" the old man asked again.
"Been there." By this time, Zhou Yang had understood something clearly and couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Haha, that's right. It seems that Qin Ming's medical skills have improved somewhat." The old man smiled.
"The old benefactor is, is it Senior Jiang Shengshou?" Zhou Yang's eyes shone.
"Haha, it's rare that the master also knows my name." Jiang Shengshou smiled happily.
"Young monk, you are disrespectful!" Zhou Yang quickly stood up and saluted.
Unexpectedly, the old man in front of me is the famous Anping Jiang Shengshou. We meet him everywhere in life!
"Where, where." Jiang Sheng held his hands together.
