I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

Chapter 1 Pei Shu

In front of the Sihetang Medical Center.

A circle of people gathered around to watch the excitement.

Surrounded in the middle were a pair of mother and child. The woman lying on the ground was dressed in simple clothes, her face was pale, her whole body was cold, her face was dripping with sweat, and she had difficulty breathing.

This is a symptom of lung disease.

"Yang Boheng, if you are willing to kneel down and kowtow three times to apologize to Dr. Lin in public, for the sake of your loving mother, I might as well ask Dr. Lin to treat your mother." "

You You know, Dr. Lin only treats five patients a day, and today's quota is full. If you hadn't begged so hard, Dr. Lin would be willing to make an exception for you because you are pity you are a medical genius." "Such an opportunity, only

you You can have it, why don't you kneel down and thank Doctor Lin for his kindness and kindness." The one

who said this was Liu Changli, the young master of Sihetang Medical Hall, dressed in vermilion silk and satin, holding a paper fan in his hand, shaking it gracefully. He shook his head, he was obviously a young master of a medical clinic, seeing the dying appearance of the middle-aged woman in front of him, there was no trace of pity or impatience on his face.

The "Doctor Lin" Lin Qinfeng he called also stood beside him with an arrogant expression.

The crowd around the side began to discuss:

"Who is the widow on the ground? Hey, what's wrong with this?"

"Isn't her son attending the clinic in Bao'an Hall? Why did she come to Sihe Hall?"

"Lung disease is serious. Only Dr. Lin of Sihetang's golden needle and three forms of returning to heaven can save Widow He's life." "

Dr. , Doctor Lin is really kind!"

...

Yang Boheng, who was surrounded by everyone in the center, clenched his fists. He half hugged his mother lying on the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, Yang Boheng clenched his lips, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, faintly drifting. He heard the phrase "Doctor Lin, the doctor is benevolent", and he couldn't help but sneer a few times in his heart.

Liu Changli and Lin Qinfeng deliberately humiliated him today.

Dr. Lin is self-confident that he has superb medical skills, and he has a rule in practicing medicine, that is, he only heals five people a day, in order to raise his status. Half a month ago, a mother held a dying child in her arms and came to Sihetang to ask Dr. Lin for treatment, but Dr. Lin shook his head, saying that the quota for five people was full that day, and refused to treat her, so the mother asked another doctor to treat her. clever.

The child was so ill that ordinary doctors couldn't treat it at all, so the child's mother went to Doctor Lin, the most skilled doctor in the city. After being rejected, she hugged the child and wept bitterly.

Yang Boheng passed by unexpectedly and took the initiative to cure the child.

At that time, he was young and frivolous, and when he learned that Dr. Lin was a doctor, but he watched the patient die, he taunted him a few words: "If you don't save the dead, you are a doctor in vain! He has no benevolence and morality, and he is no different from an animal." ?" Afterwards, Yang Boheng became enemies with Dr. Lin.

A few days ago, Yang Baiheng's mother had a sudden lung disease. The illness came on so quickly and violently that even Yang Baiheng himself was helpless. He knows the medical skills and knows that the only person in this city who can save his mother is the "Golden Needle Three Ways Back" Lin Qinfeng of Tianshu.

Yang Boheng half hugged his seriously ill mother, unknown indignation and a trace of confusion drifted through his bloodshot eyes, he didn't know what was going on in this world. Yang Boheng studied medicine at a young age and healed hundreds of patients. He worked tirelessly, regardless of whether the patients were rich or poor, and he did his best to treat them... In the end, his medical skills could not save his mother.

But Lin Qinfeng in front of him, with terrible medical ethics, would rather die than save him, is a heartless doctor, but he is the only "sage" who can save his mother.

He would still kneel here today, kowtow to him three times, and praise him as a kind doctor.

What is the law of heaven!

Yang Boheng pulled a sneering smile on his bloodless lips, then closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of decadent and gloomy colors.

The clenched fist finally loosened, and the fingernails left five bloodstains on the heart of the fist. Yang Boheng asked his mother to lie down, and then stood up, staring at Lin Qinfeng opposite with his dull eyes.

Now in his forties, Lin Qinfeng stroked his beard proudly, nodded slightly, and waited for the young man before him to bow down.

The onlookers on the side also became silent, quietly waiting for the development of the funeral.

Yang Boheng's heart was ruthless, and when he was about to kneel down and kowtow, he heard a voice from the crowd: "Wait a minute."

The voice was clear and sweet, like the crisp sound of chess pieces falling into the chessboard, with an elegant and elegant rhythm , Although the voice was not in a hurry, it resounded in everyone's ears.

The crowd of onlookers parted ways at this time, and a young man in white came forward, and saw that the man was dressed in a snow-white and flawless robe with wide sleeves, and his long ink-like hair hung down to his waist. Xingmu, with a splendid temperament, the whole person is like a splashed ink landscape painting. The girls in the crowd couldn't help covering their faces with their hands when they saw it, and turned around quietly, suppressing the throbbing in their hearts, and then they couldn't help it. He stayed, and turned his head to look at the man.

He was the one who spoke just now?

Yang Boheng looked at the passers-by with doubts in his eyes.

The man seemed to be a scholar in white clothes, with a strong atmosphere of literary and ink on his body, a bamboo flute the color of white jade was hanging around his waist, and a red knot tassel was attached to the head of the flute. No other decorations.

He really is an elegant and unparalleled literary scholar.

I don't know what he was going to do when he came forward?

When the young man in white walked up to him, he said again: "Help your mother up."

The young man's voice didn't know what magic power was in it, so Yang Boheng subconsciously followed the other party's words and helped his mother He to sit up. .

Seeing that he helped He, the man in white took off the bamboo flute around his waist, held one end of the bamboo flute in one hand, and tapped the edge of the flute on the other end on He's shoulder, collarbone, upper arm, elbow, wrist and thumb in sequence. When the bamboo flute passed by, it brought bursts of icy cold wind.

Seeing this, the crowd was in an uproar:

"What is he doing?"

"This, this...why didn't Little Doctor Yang stop

him !

"

In a half-foolish state, he is the closest to the young man in white, and he can feel the cold air from the seemingly ordinary white jade bamboo flute the most. Similarly, as a doctor, he can also see Take out the opponent's bamboo flute, and hit the mother's Yunmen, Zhongfu, Tianquan, Lieque, Shaoshang and other acupoints successively with incomparable precision.

He was amazed at the opponent's quick acupoint selection, and what surprised Yang Boheng even more was that after the ice-like bamboo flute hit a certain acupuncture point of his mother, the place seemed to be on fire. Yes, a scorching heat was born out of thin air.

The blocked meridians are unblocked and resolved in this scorching heat.

Yang Boheng opened his eyes wide. The "ice flute" is made of unknown material. How could it have such a miraculous effect?

Liu Changli, who was standing not far away, sneered, "Weird things happen every year, especially this year, alas, the good show of kneeling at the door has not yet finished, and a lunatic came out of nowhere. What kind of acting--"

He was about to turn his head to tease and joke with Lin Qinfeng who was at the side, but he saw that Doctor Lin's expression became more serious, and his eyes were fixed on the bamboo flute in the hand of the man in white.

Dr. Lin's medical ethics are not high, but his eyes are not blind, and he can see the ingenuity of the other party's technique.

At this time, a little fat man suddenly appeared from the crowd, and he couldn't wait to say: "Little Doctor Yang!! This man is crazy, he hit your mother with a flute, why didn't you stop him!" The little fat man belongs to Yang

Boheng The neighbor, who has been favored by Mrs. He on weekdays, saw Mrs. He being beaten at this time, and couldn't help running out of the crowd to dissuade him.

Yang Boheng shook his head at the little fat man, "He is treating my mother."

The little fat man's eyes widened: "????"

The crowd was in an uproar again.

"Doctor Xiao Yang was also stimulated to go crazy, right?"

"Beating a few times with the flute can be regarded as a cure?"

After hitting the acupuncture points of He's body several times with the bamboo flute, the man in white put the bamboo flute back on his waist , and He Shi, who fell unconscious on the ground, still showed no sign of opening his eyes. Yang Boheng used his index finger to test his mother's breath at this time, but felt a faint breath.

Doctor Lin, who had a stern face, sneered at this moment, thinking: That's all.

There was also a burst of doubt in the crowd:

"Is this cured?"

"Why is it the same as before?"

"Is it really a cure?"

Next, they saw that the man in white took back the bamboo flute and took out a dark brown leather bag from his sleeve. After the leather was spread out, there were nine silver needles of different shapes inside. Then, Yang Boheng saw the man in white pull out the third silver needle. The silver needle was big and round, three and a half inches long, with a thick body and a thin tip.

The man in white took the silver needle and pricked He's eyebrows, shoulders, and wrists. I don't know how the man used it. The needle was sharp, but it didn't pierce He's skin at all.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Collapsing on the ground, He Shi, who had been in a coma for a long time, coughed loudly at this moment, exhaling a puff of stale air out of his body.

"Mom! Mom! Are you awake? How do you feel??? Mom!!"

"Ah Heng? Where is this... Mom feels warm all over, as if in the warmest bed..."

Yang Boheng hugged his mother excitedly. He held his mother's wrist with his hand. He felt that the other's palm was as warm as the warm spring wind. Before that, he couldn't breathe well and couldn't say a word. Qing's mother was able to utter such a long sentence.

He felt his mother's pulse and found that the violent illness had subsided a lot.

The man in white asked someone to hand him a pen and paper, and wrote down a prescription for Yang Boheng, "This lady's condition only needs two more injections, and the soup and medicine will be cured in ten days." "Thank you, my lord.

" Your life-saving grace!"

Yang Boheng's gratitude was beyond words, and he wanted to kneel down to thank him on the spot. The man in white, that is, Pei Shu, raised his hand to support Yang Baiheng who was about

to kneel down, "There is no need to perform such a great gift, as a doctor, it is right to cure diseases and save lives."

A scorching heat rose, as if someone had slapped him.

At this moment, the crowd was as lively as a frying pan:

"God! That scholar is actually a doctor!"

"Widow He was rescued!!"

"This is a miracle in the world, and there are still people who use a flute to save people!"

...

Pei Shu After saying that sentence, he no longer cared about the surrounding environment, and he seemed to be in a daze, just because a few mechanical electronic voices suddenly appeared in his mind: [Healing

point +1]

[Host: Pei Sparse]

[Countdown to death: one and a half hours]