"Such majesty and evil spirit, it's so obvious, little fairy..."
Having said this, Tan Weixin glanced around and realized that his wife was not following him, so naturally she could not bring him wine.
"I really hope you can see this scene..." He murmured, turned around and said with a smile: "Commander Wen, there is no need to call for help. Go back to the camp. Please go out and help me." I thank General Yuan."
"Brother Fusheng, won't you show up and go out?"
Wen Yuzhang was surprised.
"Everyone is safe, so why do we want to do it? Moreover, today's reform can only be achieved by relying on the momentum of foreigners such as Liti Motai. It's embarrassing to be embarrassed at this time, and it doesn't look good. Haha, these days, I have a sullen feeling in my heart...
The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and every step is thorny, but I have to compromise and seek perfection, which is really frustrating. Seeing today's situation, I finally felt relieved. "
He fluttered his sleeves, turned around and walked away, chanting: "You have to drink and sing during the day. Youth is your companion so you can return home..."
The song was hoarse and cheerful, gradually fading away.
Wen Yuzhang stood there with a dull look in his eyes. He quietly led his troops away until his back was no longer visible.
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The reporters from various countries around him gradually dispersed, and no one gathered around Zhang Kun for interviews.
In fact, his previous performance was a bit scary. No one dared to risk their own lives to discuss the experience of killing with this "murderer" whose hands were stained with blood.
It can be seen only from their complicated and shocked expressions.
When I go back this time, I'm afraid there will be a huge storm in the media.
No one has ever killed people, especially foreigners, in such a unique and arrogant way.
This is a special case and also opens an era.
Some time ago, these foreign media ridiculed the weakness of the Qingguo people and boasted about the strength of the white race. It was so embarrassing at this time.
The strong are pushed to the ground and rubbed by the weak.
From the inside to the face, everything was lost.
They don't even know how to write their own newspaper articles.
It won’t work if you don’t write it, and it won’t work if you write it truthfully.
For all journalists, there is always an irreconcilable contradiction between jobs and professional ethics.
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"Guard Zhang..."
"Master Zhang!"
After the warriors from the surrounding martial arts came to exchange a few words and flattery before leaving, the people from the Yuanshun Escort Agency surrounded him with cheers.
There was reverence in everyone's eyes.
At least, at this moment, they truly admired him and felt extremely at ease.
Offending foreigners will have endless consequences.
However, after everything that happened before, it was really a relief.
"There's no need to be polite. Bouncer Hong's head is seriously injured. There's no time to delay. Let's carry him to Baicao Hall, where all the medicine is available..."
Although Hong Huatong was usually picky and picky, he seemed to be distant from him. But after all, this person is the chief instructor of his father's martial arts school. He has taught many children to learn literature and martial arts, and his heart is not bad.
An old antique is an old antique, and maybe he has a grudge against him because of Luo Wei Luo Qi's incident, but Zhang Kun has never been a small-minded person.
He doesn't care about some small grudges.
If the other party just has some dissatisfaction hidden in his heart and is not secretly targeting it, then everything is fine.
Besides, the escort agency is still a bit short on capable people. With Hong Huatong in charge of Fuwuyi School, there is a steady stream of new blood coming in. This old man is actually very useful.
Especially this time.
Andre hit the escort agency.
This Honghua Tongjiao, who seemed to be worthless, actually had such a bloody spirit and was the first to rush forward to fight.
Although he was beaten extremely miserably and his morale and prestige were greatly lost, in general, he was commendable.
Not everyone dares to take action after hearing about Andre's killing reputation.
Even Zhang Kun has to say that Hong Huatong has become stronger with age. Not to mention his character, as a warrior, he is qualified.
"Senior sister, can you still leave? Do you want to arrange for Sister Hua and Miss Xiuxiu to carry you to Baicao Hall?"
He noticed that Wang Jingya lowered her head and followed behind her silently.
Zhang Kun's heart skipped a beat.
I thought that maybe the previous battle with Andre had damaged classmate Wang Xiaoya's confidence and fighting spirit, and she became depressed.
"No, I'm fine. It's just a broken arm. It doesn't affect my walking."
Wang Jingya looked up blankly, rolled her eyes, took a while to focus, and quickly shook her head.
"My arm is injured and I have to be carried around. Am I still a human being? It's a trivial matter."
After saying this, she took another deep breath, obviously trying to hold back the pain. After a while, she said faintly: "Zhang Kun, I didn't expect you to be so strong? We compete every morning, you Are you all giving in to me?"
Nonsense, can I not let you go?
Two punches will beat you to a pulp.
Zhang Kun shook his head and laughed: "That's not true. You know, sparring and competition are different. If you don't have murderous intention in your heart, you won't be able to show it. Senior sister is actually very powerful."
"Of course I'm very powerful, Zhang Kun, do you know? I was able to break through the dark power while fighting before, and now I'm the head escort..."
Speaking of this, classmate Wang Xiaoya became happy again.
She assumed a stance, her muscles and bones moving and humming.
Just after exerting force, my body was slightly sluggish, obviously the bone injury was affected...
"I can see that it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones. Even though you have a good foundation, you still have to be careful. If you touch the injured area like this again, there may be sequelae."
Zhang Kun threatened.
This tiger girl has an active temper.
Not a moment of silence.
It's really not easy to manage without warning and scaring.
"Know it."
Wang Jingya didn't care at all, she smiled and followed behind, back to Baicao Hall.
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"Cousin, I'm afraid it won't work."
Li Xiaowan's little face was as wrinkled as a bitter melon.
It's painful to watch.
She had been busy before, applying acupuncture, prescribing medicine, and even using the ancestral massage and bone-setting techniques, but none of them had much effect.
No matter how well educated he is, he is extremely talented.
After all, she is still young and has no advanced medical skills.
When faced with such a difficult injury, it was a bit helpless.
"Hong's head and sternum were broken. He was beaten hard and deformed. It seems that there are still broken bones falling into the chest. It is not easy to treat... On the other hand, little sister, her bones are only broken. As long as they are reset and repaired for a period of time, Then use the golden needle technique to stimulate blood circulation, and you can recover."
Zhang Kun understood what Li Xiaowan meant as soon as he heard it.
I also know where the difficulty lies.
There is a difference between a bone fracture and a fracture.
Similarly, there are many types of fractures. For example, the comminuted fracture of Hong Huatong's head is the most difficult to deal with.
For Wang Jingya, it was fine, because she was fighting Andre with her own strength. After receiving the shock, the bones could not withstand the strong force and broke.
This is a flaw.
Because of her strong constitution, her internal organs were not even affected, and she did not even spit out blood.
This situation can be cured by manual reduction and a combination of acupuncture and medicine.
Of course, it is also possible that the bone was damaged too severely and fragments of bone remain...
If the reduction is incomplete, it is likely to affect the transmission of Qi and blood power to the muscles and bones in her left arm.
This is not certain either.
The human body is a very delicate thing.
A small injury, if not handled properly, may lead to very troublesome consequences.
As ordinary people say, after treatment, you cannot do heavy physical work.
I haven't told Wang Jingya about this yet. Li Xiaowan was worried that Sister Ya would be heartbroken if she knew about this situation.
For a martial arts fanatic, if you let her strength plummet, her future will be cut off, and she can only hide at home to raise her husband and raise children, that is unbearable no matter what.
As for Hong Huatong, his condition is more serious. If he wants to reset the broken bones, external traction and golden acupuncture alone cannot cure it perfectly.
After asking the people in the escort agency, Zhang Kun learned.
At that time, Hong Huatong was punched in the middle by Andre and hit hard on the chest.
He has great courage, but lacks strength.
Facing that devastating punch, he couldn't even block the force of the punch.
While losing miserably, he also suffered irreversible injuries.
Bone fragments are scattered everywhere, what should we do?
There is no other good solution other than opening the chest and removing the bones, gluing it together and waiting for automatic recovery.
The traditional Chinese medicine at this time, at least Li Xiaowan himself, was not good at treating thoracotomy.
She doesn't have the ability.
Dr. Yang of Anrentang, known as a miracle doctor, should have been able to disembowel the body and remove the bones, so there would be no problem in performing an operation.
But his main focus is on prescribing prescriptions and treating difficult and complicated diseases. He is not necessarily very good at surgical operations.
Let him treat it, the risk is still a bit high.
This is the real difficulty.
Under normal circumstances, in this era, if someone is seriously injured like Hong Huatong, who not only suffers a comminuted fracture of the sternum, but also damages the internal organs, he can basically prepare for his funeral.
There are too few good doctors who can learn all kinds of medicine, and there are even fewer doctors like Hua Tuo who have great practical experience.
Besides, at this time, the saying "How can the body, hair and skin be damaged by its parents" is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Shaving your hair feels as humiliating as cutting off your head. You let these people cut or open your head. The chest is actually a very inhumane thing.
Therefore, it is not impossible, but it is not possible.
As a Chinese medicine practitioner, we generally do not cut people up like dead meat like Western medicine will do in the future.
But Zhang Kun is different.
In his attribute column, there is no distinction between Chinese medicine or Western medicine in the medical skill column.
Just two simple words, "medical skills", actually encompasses everything.
Any means will be used.
I know some traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, witch doctors, elixirs and elixirs... everything.
As long as something can cure a disease, you can use it freely.
His difficulty is that the current level of medical skills is still low, only at the "proficient" level... However, it is not that there is no way, it just depends on whether he is willing to let it go.
"It's okay. You prepare the knife and mulberry thread, and I'll do the work."
Zhang Kun thought about it and decided to endure the pain and cut his flesh.
Medical skills are actually very useful.
At least, opening this medical clinic has earned me more than ten points of dragon energy.
Although it came slowly, it was safe and comfortable. Moreover, the water flows slowly and continuously.
It's not that he doesn't want to walk around looking for evil people to kill.
In fact, this approach is very impractical.
If you want to gain more dragon energy points, you not only need the evil of the target, but also the target's strength and influence, as well as the subsequent change in fate.
After painstakingly investigating evil deeds, traveling hundreds of miles to kill a country bully or a mountain bandit leader, you may only get one or two points, or even nothing.
This is related to another acquisition mechanism...
It doesn't mean that you will be grateful to others if you save people or kill evil people.
On the surface, I give you thanks and gratitude. Who knows what you are thinking?
A little bit of gratitude, if it cannot be gathered into a wisp of dragon energy, it means nothing.
Just like he opened a medical clinic and saved so many people every day.
There are many people who were pulled back from the pain of death by him...
If everyone knew how to express gratitude and could contribute so much as a wisp of dragon energy, he would have done it long ago.
So, if you want to kill, kill the big fish.
But then again, as long as they are big fish, they are all influential figures. Which one is so easy to kill?
It’s not that one move affects the whole body and leads to unpredictable consequences;
It's just that the guards around him are too strong, so it's not that easy to kill.
Thinking a little too much, Zhang Kun stopped his thoughts and turned around and walked into the bedroom while Li Xiaowan was preparing tools and cleaning the wound.
If he improves his cultivation and skills, there will be some strange noises, and he doesn't want anyone to see them.
Previously, at the escort agency gate, I got 21 dragon energy points from killing Andre, but I didn't get much from killing nine temple warriors, only 4 points. Maybe after the shock, if I kill some shrimps again, there won’t be so much feedback.
A total of 25 dragon energy points is still a luxury.
"Medical skills, improve."
4 points of dragon energy are burned.
Zhang Kun directly upgraded two levels in a row, raising his medical skills to the realm of great success.
In an instant, his eyes became blank, immersed in an inexplicable memory.
This time, he was no longer a warrior, but a poor scholar from a poor family.
My father died in the military service at an early age, and my mother took care of the household alone. She was not too old, but also suffered from illness, and died in the west.
It is very difficult for poor scholars to fill their stomachs, let alone study.
Seeing it before your eyes, you will starve to death because you don't know how to farm and can't earn enough food.
Bai Wuyi is a scholar, he is the one I am talking about.
However, this person is still somewhat lucky after all.
On this day, while writing a letter for someone on the street, I stood in the cold wind and picked up a sachet.
He stood at the intersection and waited for the owner, and also for a girl.
The development of things began to become a bit dramatic.
This girl was the daughter of the owner of a medical clinic. She grew up handsome because of her reading skills, and she was simple and honest, so she secretly fell in love with her.
In addition, the owner of the medical center only had an only daughter, so he asked someone to talk about the marriage.
Finally, the scholar married into the owner's house, thus opening a new chapter of the son-in-law's life.
He also gave up his career in poetry and writing and started to learn medicine again.
Twenty years passed by in a hurry.
The scholar is no longer a scholar, but a famous doctor famous from all over the country.
He is a kind-hearted person with a kind heart, and he hates to see his patients suffer.
Although the family business has never been more prosperous, it can be regarded as a wealthy life.
Surrounded by children and grandchildren, four generations live under the same roof. When he was ninety years old, the scholar was so proficient in medical skills that he was already known as a miracle doctor.
"This life is too long. I don't remember some of the details very clearly. However, the process of learning medicine and treating diseases is like a personal experience, vivid in my mind."
Memories rushed into his mind, and Zhang Kun felt that his understanding of Yin Yang and the Five Elements was deeper.
He also became very familiar with his own body.
At the same time, he also discovered that the extremely subtle touch between his fingers... felt as if he could hold an embroidery needle and make the most exquisite movements.
"This is also an all-round improvement... It turns out that upgrading my medical skills is not just about medical skills, it also helps a lot in my martial arts."
Zhang Kun tried the boxing and sword skills, and found that his understanding of the operation of power and the weaknesses of the human body had improved.
He knew exactly what this meant.
Martial arts practice starts from simplicity to complexity, and the more you practice, the more you practice.
Doing is an addition.
Later, from complex to simple, the more you practice, the more refined you become.
Subtract the trivial details and do a subtraction.
He is still in the realm of adding...
The more you learn and experience, no matter it is a hundred schools of arts, once you know and master them, you will be touched by your own martial arts.
This is why stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade.
Since improving medical skills is not a waste.
Zhang Kun is very stubborn and never stops doing anything.
"Improve your medical skills further."
boom……
4 points of dragon energy burning.
This time, when memories came flooding in, Zhang Kun felt a sharpness and vicissitudes of life.
It is a unique concept, a lonely life...
He hid in the mass graves, expecting someone to die and be thrown into the barren mountains every day.
It was midnight.
He was carrying the Wowotou in his arms, carrying the water, his eyes glowing green, holding the knife, and pounced on the newly dead corpses.
Anatomy, analysis, recording, testing of medicines and poisons.
All kinds of strange methods are not understood by the world. Over time, he finally became a poisonous doctor.
Although his body is weak, he has become a big devil that no one in the world dares to offend.
A mastermind.
When Zhang Kun woke up again, he found that the medical skills on the attribute panel had quietly turned into (Perfection).
The two medical skills of good and evil are integrated and flow in the heart.
Thinking of Hong Huatong's broken bone injury, Zhang Kun burst into laughter.
"What kind of problem is this? It's just a piece of cake."
"As for Wang Xiaoya, her arm is broken. After treatment, not only will it not affect the operation of her power, but there won't even be any traces. If I leave a scar the size of a needle thread, even if I don't have the best medical skills."
There were no unexpected changes in the subsequent treatment of the injury.
The surgery was a success.
The two injured are also recovering well.
After this experience, Hong Huatong became older. The look he looked at Zhang Kun no longer had that vague sense of distance, and he looked much calmer.
It should be that he has figured out many things and no longer cares about some things.
And what about Wang Jingya?
Apparently he didn't realize that he almost lost his future in martial arts.
All she cares about is whether there will be scars...
After getting Zhang Kun's guarantee, that afternoon, he started practicing hammering with one arm with his intact right hand.
I simply don’t know how to write the word pain.
Only Li Xiaowan looked at Zhang Kun with an even weirder look.
It was like seeing a god.
No one knows better than her the difficulty of Hong Huatong's injury.
She witnessed the treatment process with her own eyes that day, and it was as smooth as water. It was even more perfect than the best-case scenario she had expected.
This is art that she never dared to imagine, it can only be called art.
Thinking of the scene when I just met Zhang Kun, it felt like a dream for a moment.
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"Little sister, come and look at this newspaper. This newspaper is full of nonsense. It's very annoying."
The next day, Li Xiaowan was sitting in the medical clinic. Taking advantage of the lack of patients, he took the newspaper bought by Xiao Lin. After just two glances, his expression changed drastically.
"Why, are the foreigners slandering Zhang Kun again? Or are they slandering the Qing Dynasty? If you can control other people's hands, you can also control their mouths. If they want to smear, they can smear it, we don't care."
Wang Jingya threw it casually, and the bumpy purple gold hammer flew seven or eight feet to the corner of the room and was placed neatly.
He stretched out his arms to wipe the sweat and said with a smile.
"It's not a foreigner, it's the Beijing Daily, our own newspaper in the Qing Dynasty."
Li Xiaowan's face fell.
Are these people so used to stooping that they can no longer straighten up?
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Asking for a monthly ticket.
