I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

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, this young master might as well ask Miracle Doctor Lin to treat your mother."

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

"Only you can have such an opportunity, why don't you kneel down and thank Miracle Doctor Lin for his kindness."

The one who said this was Liu Changli, the young master of the Sihetang Medical Center, dressed in vermilion silk and satin, holding a paper fan in his hand, shaking it elegantly, obviously a young master of the Medical Center, seeing the middle-aged woman in front of him He looked dying, but 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 at Bao'an Hall? Why did he come to Sihe Hall?"

"Lung disease is serious. Only Dr. Sihe Tanglin's golden needle three-way back to heaven technique can save Widow He's life."

"Doctor Lin is very skilled in medicine. He only treats five patients a day. Now he is willing to make an exception for Doctor Yang Xiao. Doctor Lin is really kind!"

……

Surrounded by the crowd, Yang Boheng clenched his fists. He half hugged his mother who was lying on the ground. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. The phrase "Doctor Lin is a doctor with benevolence" caught his ears, 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 the hell!

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 hardened, and when he was about to kneel and kowtow, he heard a voice from the crowd: "Wait a minute."

The sound was clear and pleasant, like the crisp sound of chess pieces falling into the chessboard, with an elegant rhythm, although the sound 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, "Help your mother up."

There was no magic power in this son's voice, 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!"

"How can you beat someone's mother in public?"

……

Supporting his mother, Yang Boheng was in a semi-foolish state. He was the closest to the young man in white, and he could feel the chilly air from the seemingly ordinary white jade bamboo flute the most. , as a doctor, he could also see the opponent's bamboo flute, and hit his 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. Where did you play—"

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 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 don't you stop him!"

The little fat man is Yang Boheng's neighbor, and he has been favored by Mrs. He on weekdays. Seeing Mrs. He being beaten at this time, he 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: "????"

There was another uproar in the crowd.

"Couldn't Little Doctor Yang be driven crazy too?"

"Beating a few times with a flute is considered 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 around his waist, and He, who fell unconscious on the ground, still showed no sign of opening his eyes. She took a breath from her mother, only to feel a faint breath.

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

There was also a wave of doubts 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. A silver needle, the silver needle body is large and round, three and a half inches long, the needle body is thick, and the needle tip is thin.

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 are you feeling??? Mom!!"

"Aheng? Where is this place... Mother feels warm all over, as if she is 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 decoction and medicine will be cured in ten days."

"Thank you, sir, for saving your life!"

Yang Boheng's gratitude was beyond words, and he had to kneel down to thank the other party on the spot.

The man in white, that is, Pei Shu, raised his hand to support Yang Boheng who was about to kneel down, "There is no need to perform such a big gift, as a doctor, healing diseases and saving lives is what should be done."

Lin Qinfeng, who was beside Liu Changli, only felt a scorching heat rise on his cheek, as if he had been slapped.

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 flutes to save people!"

……

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

[Healing point +1]

[Host: Pei Shu]

[Countdown to death: one and a half hours]