I have a city that never sleeps

I saw Yijia holding the needle bag in one hand, and lightly covering the silver needle with the other hand. In the next moment, eight thin silver needles rose into the air following his movements.

With a wave of Yijia's hand, the silver needle quickly shot into the back of the patient in front of him as if it had eyes.

Doctor Zhao had never seen such a mysterious way of administering needles before, his eyes almost popped out, and when he took a closer look, the silver needles had already pierced into the patient's acupuncture points, with neither too much force nor too little force, which can be called A model of acupuncture.

This virtuoso movement immediately attracted the admiration of most onlookers. Although they don't know acupuncture points, they can see the ease and beauty of Yijia's movements. At first glance, he is completely different from other doctors, especially those who are genius doctors. Posture!

Seeing their admiring eyes, Yijia raised her lips with pride, motivating her inner strength even more, and walked towards the patient's body.

After a while, he flipped his palm violently.

The patient immediately coughed up a pool of black blood and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the people around quickly stepped forward to help him, worried about his physical condition, but Dr. Zhao, who saw some ways, shrank his pupils, almost squeezed away the people around him, and stretched out his hand to grab the patient's wrist to make a diagnosis.

After a few breaths, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and looked at the patient in disbelief: "This, unexpectedly, is really much better!"

Even the patient himself touched his cheek in confusion, and he suddenly felt that his body was not uncomfortable, and his strength had recovered a little bit, which was much better than before: "Am I...healed?"

In their astonishment, Yijia pinched his waist and said triumphantly: "Of course it's not completely cured, but I've used acupuncture to eliminate some toxins in your body. As long as you continue to use acupuncture, you will be completely cured."

The patient was overjoyed when he heard the words, and the patients who were watching closely and who doubted Yijia's medical skills also had their eyes lit up, and they suddenly gathered towards Yijia:

"Miraculous doctor! This is the real miracle doctor!"

"Genius doctor, I'm not feeling well, can you give me a couple of pricks too!"

"I came first, I came first! Divine doctor, save me, I feel like I'm going to die!"

As soon as the people gathered, the toxin gushed out. Although he was wearing a mask, Yijia still felt a little difficult to breathe. Fortunately, Ji Tong quickly blocked him behind him, and there were many guards controlling the scene, which made him let go. in one breath.

But at this moment, another black shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and Yijia subconsciously shook his body and touched the whip around his waist, only to see Dr. Zhao with an extremely excited face firmly grasping his shoulders, exclaiming He said: "Unbelievable, unbelievable, this old man has been practicing medicine for decades, but he has never seen this kind of acupuncture method. How did he do it?!"

Seeing him, Yijia restrained the shock in her heart, coughed dryly and said, "Leave the principle aside, there is no time to explain it yet."

"But you saw the position where I applied the needle just now, remember it?"

"Of course I remember!" Dr. Zhao said excitedly, "This kind of acupuncture technique is a unique skill, and I will never forget it in my life!"

"That's fine. I remember that there are other doctors here, and that person is almost enough." Yijia discussed, "I will detoxify you first, and then you can use this acupuncture technique to teach other doctors, and then you can cure this tent. patient in the hospital."

Dr. Zhao was stunned: "Let the old man be responsible? But... the old man doesn't know anything about detoxification, how can he do this?"

"Don't be afraid." Yijia said confidently, "It is said that after reading the book a hundred times, you will see the truth. As long as you save a few more patients through acupuncture, you will gradually understand the medical principles."

Dr. Zhao chewed over what he said, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. Perhaps as long as he practiced it first, he would understand the principle of acupuncture.

"If you trust me, I will do my best to save people." Dr. Zhao promised, but he changed his words immediately, "But... there is one thing, this old man can't do it either."

"Old man, what should I do if I don't have internal strength and can't activate the silver needle to force out the toxin!"

Yijia was also stunned for a while, almost forgetting that not all doctors can practice martial arts like him, he frowned, using internal force to stimulate acupuncture is a very important technique, if there is no internal force, the effect will be greatly reduced .

Ji Tong obviously thought of this, and couldn't help worrying: "It seems that there is still a shortage of manpower, what is the young master going to do?"

"Insufficient manpower is really troublesome..." Yijia scratched her head helplessly, and when her eyes fell on Ji Tong at will, her eyes suddenly lit up: "...Wait, don't you know internal strength?"

Ji Tong was dumbfounded: "Huh? Me??"

"It's up to you!" Yijia said, "You give assistance to other doctors, and after they finish the injection, they will activate their internal strength. Isn't that all right?"

People make the best use of them, and Yijia has to feel that he is really a genius.

But Ji Tong said with a bitter face: "I'm not good at martial arts, and there are so many patients here, I can't stand it with my internal strength."

"Then find some chivalrous warriors with internal strength to help you, or you can find guards." Yi Jia firmly said, "You are in charge of this, no matter what, we must ensure that everyone has at least acupuncture within three days Once, those with mild symptoms can be transferred to other tents without too much pressure."

Ji Tong opened his mouth, unable to express his suffering, but Yijia mainly focused on the tent where he was seriously ill, and he really didn't have the mind to manage other things, so he had to bite the bullet and take it, and hurriedly searched for a medical device that could be used. Inner Guards.

And after Yijia finished treating Dr. Zhao, Dr. Zhao was also responsible for gathering all the doctors in the tent, □□the way they administered the needles, and they were all busy.

Patients with moderate illness don't need to worry too much, Yijia came to the last tent alone.

Almost as soon as he entered the room, he could feel the overwhelming toxin spreading in the room. Although there was ventilation on both sides, it still couldn't dissipate the thick poisonous gas.

Feeling the intensity of the toxin again in his heart, Yijia endured the discomfort, lit the incense in the corner of the tent, took out some alcohol and sprinkled it on the ground to disinfect it, and finally he was able to breathe smoothly.

But looking around, the 200 people in the tent were all weak and dangerous, as if they had stepped into the gate of hell, and they would lose their breath if they were not careful.

Although Yijia's ultimate goal is to make an antidote to relieve everyone's toxins, it will take a few days. Obviously, some of these patients can't wait that long.

Just during the inspection, there was a middle-aged man whose breathing was weak, unable to breathe, his face was pale, and he was unconscious on the ground. Seeing this, Yi Jia hurriedly checked his pulse and found that his life was hanging by a thread.

Without extra thoughts to think about what to do, Yi Jia took out the silver needle by instinct and began to treat it as best she could.

However, it is not easy to save a dying person. This time it is not as quick and easy as the last time the acupuncture was performed. It took almost a whole stick of incense for the patient to let out a sharp breath and turn the crisis into safety.

Not even having time to say thank you, Yi Jia heard the commotion of the crowd on the other side. It seemed that when someone got up, he fell straight to the ground, which was very dangerous.

"Don't move, let me see first!"

He immediately stepped forward to check the pulse, applied the needles, and exercised his internal energy without stopping.

Yijia's forehead was covered with beads of sweat after continuously pumping her internal energy for an entire hour, her originally rosy face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were exhausted.

But even so, he only saved four people, and even caused an old man to lose his life quietly because he had no time to take care of others.

Seeing the sad tears of the people around him, Yi Jia was also in a bad mood. He quietly looked at the old man with a calm face as if he was sleeping, and suddenly felt strong tension and panic.

Even if he tried his best to save them, he couldn't save all the people in the tent.

At this moment, he clearly realized his own powerlessness.

Watching the patient die in front of his eyes, what kind of miracle doctor is this!

He is so weak.

"...Young master, young master...!!"

A voice of calling suddenly came from his ear, Yijia blinked his eyes, and then his eyes recovered.

What came into view was the guard who was watching worriedly, Yijia pursed her lips, and returned to her usual reservedness: "What's the matter?"

"I think the young master seems a little tired." The guard said softly, "You have been busy for a while, please go back and have a rest first, it is enough for us to guard here."

"Your suggestion is very good." Yi Jia sighed, his eyes were bitter, "But I can't walk away from this scene now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a patient not far away tremblingly raising his hand, looking at him eagerly.

This is Yijia's secret signal just now, as long as someone feels difficulty in breathing, they can raise their hands to signal, if they can't move, they can knock over something beside them to make some movement, and Yijia will come to check.

Seeing that he was about to go there helplessly, the guard hurriedly followed and reminded, "Wait! We all understand and appreciate the young master's feeling of saving people, but we must also pay attention to our own health. If the young master is tired first , so what should I do?"

"Don't worry." Yi Jia raised his chin towards him, "I'm so young, and my physical strength is better than all of you, and I'm a doctor who knows best about my own body, so I won't force myself to take a break."

Hearing what he said, the guard finally gave up trying to persuade him: "Yes, young master, don't force yourself."

Yijia waved his hand, took out the silver needle again and walked towards the patient.

But for several days in a row, he has been doing high-intensity treatment, and there is almost no time to stop. Although he is not tired when talking, anyone can see that he is talking hard.

Healing during the day and researching the antidote at night, this is Yijia's entire itinerary for the past few days.

He did save many patients who were wandering in the gate of hell, but he also witnessed the death of several people, and because of the deaths of these people, Yi Jia seemed to work harder.

Even during the lunch break, he just took a quick bite and checked the status of the patients at any time.

The fundus of his eyes began to turn black and black, and his body became visibly thinner, but his hard work won the love of all the patients. As long as they saw Yijia's figure, the patients would have hope in their eyes and carry out the treatment. They were as lifeless as before, because they knew that as long as Yi Jia was around, they would have the hope of surviving!

"Good morning, young master. I feel much better today. I think I will recover in a short time. It's all thanks to young master! What a miracle doctor!"

"My wife and I are able to survive because of the young master's treatment. This great kindness is unforgettable. If the young master has something to do, just tell us, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Little son, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive. Thank you for coming to save Huaining County, thank you, thank you very much."

Waves of thanks made Yijia overwhelmed, but the smile on his face couldn't be restrained, and he kept saying that this was a trivial matter, so there was no need to say more.

Then I became more motivated to see patients.

But this day, he was called out by a guard before he saw a doctor for a long time.

Yijia felt that he was delaying his medical treatment and was about to wave his hand, when the guard whispered in his ear: "Young master, I heard that Mr. Pan salvaged something important in the river, which may be an important clue to this poison."

Only then did Yijia concentrate, and immediately decided to go and have a look.

And when he walked back to the yamen, it happened that Yu Wenshan and Ji Tong who came from the first tent and the second tent also arrived.

This was the first time the three met each other in the past few days. Needless to say, during the day, they were all active in their own territory, and at night, they were too tired to sleep in the tent because they were too busy.

So everyone looked dusty and tired, but Yu Wenshan and Ji Tong looked at Yijia at the same time for the first time, sizing Yijia up and down.

But in the next moment, the brows of the two frowned suddenly, feeling a little heavy.

"Young master, you seem to be very tired recently."

Yu Wenshan pointed out the problem unceremoniously: "Is it because you rarely rest? I clearly told the guards to tell you to rest more, but they didn't listen."

"Yeah! The young master looks a little thinner." Ji Tong's eyes were full of distress, "Is it true that he didn't even eat much food? That's not okay. People are iron rice and steel, how can they not eat!"

The two babbled like the old lady in the legend. Yijia covered her ears helplessly and explained: "It was really busy at first, but it's much better now. You worry too much. It's okay. I'm a young man. ,Good health."

As he spoke, he patted his chest, but accidentally coughed twice, and adjusted the face towel carelessly.

Seeing that Yu Wenshan and Ji Tong were about to start rambling about this matter again, Yijia hurriedly said: "Besides, we have found clues now, I guess this time I came here to tell us what the contents of Jiangnei's poisoning are, as long as we have With it, the antidote can be developed faster, don’t worry.”

Originally, Yijia could detoxify faster, but he has not yet collected the most concentrated toxin as a sample. It can be studied with the flesh and blood of seriously ill patients. It's really hard to start.

What's more, this era is inherently conservative, no doctor will use the method of cutting flesh to collect blood, and Yijia can't act recklessly.

He originally thought that if it really got out of control, he would resort to all means, but if Pan Hong really found some clues, it would be much easier.

The three of them walked into the yamen together, and Yijia took the time to look at the assembly line where masks and alcohol were being made.

But when those women saw Yi Jia, they greeted Yi Jia warmly, and some even thanked Yi Jia with tears in their eyes for saving the lives of their family members.

When Yijia took the time to leave and walked to the lobby where the case was being promoted, he saw Yu Wenshanji and Pan Hongdu forming a circle solemnly, and inside the circle lay several masked corpses.

Yijia immediately noticed that these corpses were edematous and white, as if they had been soaked in water for a long time, and as they got closer, he felt endless toxins again, almost scrambling to get into his nasal cavity, making him Very suffocating.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yijia coughed dryly and stepped back quickly, covering the face towel, "This is..."

"That's right." The rest of the people were not as sensitive to toxins as he was, but they could also feel a disgusting smell immediately. Pan Hong explained, "This is what is hidden in the water!"

"It turned out to be a few corpses!"

Ji Tong took a deep breath: "Could it be that the corpse was thrown into the river because of the toxins on it, which polluted the entire water source?!"

The corners of Yu Wenshan's lips were pursed into a straight line: "It seems that this can only be the case, but why are there such strong toxins on these corpses? These corpses have been soaked for at least half a month!"

"Some are newly thrown, and some have been thrown in long ago." Yijia only needs to look at the condition of the skin to know when they were thrown into the water. Outburst."

"As for why there is such a strong toxin...cough cough." After coughing twice, Yijia frowned, "It can't be as simple as being poisoned and dying, there is a high probability that someone has experimented with these people... Or want to turn them into poisonous people!"

"Poison man?!" Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Like the medicine man, the poison man is an extraordinary human body that has been specially processed and trained. The medicine man's body is full of treasures. It is said that one bite can cure any disease, while the poison man is full of poison. With one click, he will be infected with toxin and die instantly.

These are all legendary characters, and it is said that very few people have successfully refined them.

But Ji Tong has really heard of such a person: "...Poison King?"

Thinking that the so-called Poison King has such a highly poisonous physique, Yi Jia and Yu Wenshan pondered at the same time, what kind of conspiracy is hidden in it, and they always feel that the secret in it suddenly becomes bigger.

Only Pan Hong was dumbfounded: "So, is it just, just someone who wants to destroy the body and traces, so they throw it into this river?"

"That's probably the case." Yu Wenshan said helplessly, "It can only be said that the person in charge of disposing of the corpse was stupid and didn't think of this possibility, or I didn't know that the corpse contained toxins, so I just wanted to throw it away. I entered this river, but I didn't expect..."

Pan Hong was like a bolt from the blue, oh my god, they calculated for so long whether someone wanted revenge on Huai Ning, but finally told him that Tong Tong was implicated? ?I can't accept this at all! !

"Anyway, now that I have these corpses, I can research the antidote smoothly!" Yi Jia seemed a little relaxed, "As long as there is enough time, it can be developed in three days, and the crisis will be completely resolved by then."

That statement put everyone at ease and put smiles on their faces, and it was the best news they had heard these days.

"That's great!" Ji Tong almost cried with joy, "God knows what a terrible hell it is that my internal energy is squeezed out every day, even when I'm resting, I have to be urged to channel my internal energy. Is the torture finally over!"

Even Yu Wenshan rubbed his brows and breathed a sigh of relief: "I manage the medicinal materials of more than 1000 people, and my burden is also heavy. I work hard every day to transport medicinal materials, and to buy medicinal materials requires silver taels. , there is not enough manpower to cook the medicine... Although the matter is not difficult, it is more complicated than it is, it is too troublesome."

The two of them compared each other's misery, and couldn't help but give each other sympathetic looks, and shook hands in a friendly manner, with tears shining in their eyes.

There is no way, these days are too bitter, and I finally see a glimmer of hope, and finally I can't hold back anymore.

Pan Hong had been fishing on the river all day, and he was tanned and had to endure the toxins in the water. Seeing them like this, he immediately looked at them with unpromising eyes: "How can such a little work make you tired? Look at the young master. , he didn’t even complain that he was tired, but he was much more tired than you!”

Everyone's eyes fell on Yijia, which made Yijia cheer up, raised his chin reservedly, and snorted coldly: "Of course, this amount of work is nothing at all!"

As expected, Ji Tong flattered him as always: "As expected of a young master, he is better than us."

On the contrary, Yu Wenshan reminded worriedly: "Don't force yourself too much, now that you have seen the dawn, you should pay more attention to rest."

Yi Jia nodded: "Of course it's no problem!"

"Cough, that's right." He coughed dryly as if changing the subject, and looked at Pan Hong, "Have you confirmed the identities of these corpses, are they locals from Huaining?"

"I've never seen, let alone heard of people reporting to officials." Pan Hong shook his head, "The population of this county is small, and every family has registered a registered residence, so I really haven't seen these people. And most of these people are young men and women. , I have no impression."

Yu Wenshan frowned thoughtfully, and Yijia couldn't help becoming suspicious.

He asked people to leave the body in a spacious room where no one could pass, sealed the doors and windows, and then returned to the tent with Yu Wenshan, Ji Tong and the others.

"Young men and women, no identity, being abducted, doing experiments..." While walking, Yu Wenshan couldn't help saying these key words while walking, "Why do they sound so familiar?"

Yi Jia's eyes moved, and he said bluntly: "Tell me, don't you look very similar to the woman who was abducted that day?"

Yu Wenshan was overjoyed immediately: "The young master also thinks so? Could it be that these two things are actually the same thing? The trafficked people will be sent to secret places to undergo poison experiments, and those who can't survive will be thrown away." Throwing corpses into the water for disposal..."

His brain hole gradually opened up, and he talked about his own thoughts, but in the end he still didn't know why these people did such a thing, and what benefits the poisonous people had for these black hands behind the scenes.

"It can only be said that he has excellent power and financial resources, and spending a lot of money to conduct such an organized secret operation is definitely not something in the pool!" Yu Wenshan finally said firmly.

Yi Jia also decided that, although he wanted to use appraisal to secretly understand the cause and effect, but these corpses were already dead, and they would only show the status and cause of death, which would not help the secrets behind the scenes.

He could only put this matter aside for the time being, and decided to treat the illness and save the patient first.

He coughed twice, and when he returned to the tent, he immediately told the patients the good news.

After all, unlike the other two tents, his patients may face life-threatening situations at any time, and there is no possibility of cure. If there is no hope, they cannot survive at all.

Now, he has temporarily become the hope of the patients, but this hope is limited and may collapse at any time. Only by telling them the possibility of the future can they regain their confidence.

It is Yijia's greatest wish to reduce the number of deaths as much as possible during this period.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, all the patients wept with joy, and bright light burst out from their eyes.

"Three days! Does it really only take three days for me to recover? Thank you, Lord, thank you, young master! I, I am so excited that I can't say anything!"

"Are we finally going to survive, I persisted! I persisted! There is nothing more fortunate than this!"

"If I can survive, the first thing I will do is to bow my head and salute the young master. Now this body can't even do such a simple thing..."

"Thank you young master, thank you young master, you are the benefactor of all of us, I kneel down for you."

Yijia had never seen the posture of being bowed down by everyone, and immediately helped the patient up after being dumbfounded, but she felt warm and extremely happy in her heart.

After a pause, he still said: "In order to quickly develop the antidote, I need to concentrate, so if you don't feel short of breath and are in danger, I will not help you. I want to focus on researching the antidote." Come on, I hope you understand cough."

"Understood, of course I understand!" The patients all agreed very happily, "Did you hear what the young master said, no one should panic and want to go to the young master for treatment because of a little discomfort in the body! Do you understand!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and Yijia breathed a sigh of relief.

But he thought it would be easier this time, but he didn't expect that his life would be even busier including the time to study the antidote.

First of all, patients in the critically ill area may face danger at any time. Even if a lot of interference is reduced, Yijia can't spare much time, but the mortality rate has dropped a lot.

And after the treatment in the daytime, when the patient fell asleep at night, he still had to slowly study the antidote, which was a double burden.

Under normal circumstances, perhaps a smart person would choose to sacrifice the few in favor of the many, and focus all his attention on researching the antidote, but unfortunately, Yi Jia was not such a calm and rational person.

On the contrary, he is emotional, impulsive, and easily dominated by emotions. Just during the time he returned to the yamen, he began to worry that most people in the tent would die because of his absence.

He will attribute the deaths of these people to his own inadequacy, and feel sad, disappointed and powerless.

Therefore, he couldn't concentrate all his attention on researching the antidote, and even opened a separate area in the tent as his own research laboratory, and took some experimental objects to the laboratory for research during the day, so that patients could have anything He can deal with it immediately.

But obviously, doing so would also distract him. If there was some trouble, he would investigate the situation like a frightened bird.

This exacerbated his fatigue. Therefore, when a guard outside the curtain called his name eagerly, he who was extracting the toxin reflexively stood up, but what followed was a whirlwind, and he almost fell to the ground. On the ground, fortunately, his arm subconsciously supported the wooden table beside him, but the toxin extracted from it happened to be knocked over by him, and all of it was sprinkled on the back of his hand.

In an instant, the pain of being corroded by the toxin made him tightly frowned, clenched his teeth and did not cry out.

A drop of tears emerged from the corner of his eyes, but he stood up firmly again, opened the sachet at his waist with his trembling left hand, grabbed some medicinal ingredients and swallowed it into his mouth.

Only then was the toxin wandering in his body suppressed a bit, his arms stopped shaking, and he just breathed out rapidly with red eyes.

It seemed that he didn't answer outside, and the voice calling for the door was a little louder. Yi Jia quickly wiped the back of his hand with a handkerchief, retracted his right hand with the mark into his sleeve, and blinked vigorously to keep the tears from falling. Walking to the door: "What's wrong?"

Deliberately lowering his voice to suppress the cough that was about to overflow, the guard outside the door was startled by his sharp eyebrows and eyes, thinking that he had disturbed his research, and lowered his head guiltily: "There is a patient who feels that he is about to die. Sorry to bother you at this time."

"It should." Yijia tied her face and walked outside first, "Where is the person, I'll go and see."

He applied acupuncture and used his inner strength as usual, but his face was pale and indifferent. Everyone thought he was in a bad mood, so no one said anything, so Yijia returned to the isolation room smoothly.

Then he suddenly supported the wall, covered his lips and coughed violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fortunately, it was too noisy outside, and his coughing didn't startle anyone.

His lips were pale and he suppressed his breath. He let go of his palm and looked down. An obvious bloodstain glaringly appeared in his palm.

what……

Yi Jia looked in a trance.

It turned out that he was also infected.

The moment this conclusion emerged, Yijia understood the reason why he had been coughing for the past few days, and also understood the reason why his body was hot and his limbs were weak at this moment.

Perhaps it was because he cared too much about others, but he didn't even have a grasp of his own physical condition, so he was really not qualified as a genius doctor.

The sachet he carried with him couldn't resist stronger poisons, and unfortunately this poison was one of them.

Yi Jia knew this well when Yu Wenshan agreed to his coming, but so what, it is not enough to get the chance to release such a strong toxin, and to truly save the people in the name of a genius doctor ?

Besides, he can't die either, as long as he develops an antidote, this minor illness can be easily cured.

After washing the blood on his hands with water, and putting a wet handkerchief on his forehead to wake himself up, Yijia took such simple measures, not intending to let anyone discover his problems.

If he finds out, he will definitely ask questions and worry endlessly. In the worst case, it will affect the speed of his research on the antidote, and drinking medicine and applying it to his current situation will not be effective at all.

So Yijia decided to ignore the illness and focus on the development of antidote.

Once again, he immersed himself in the toxin and exhaled slightly.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead and finally dripped onto the ground.

Under the sunlight, his colorful and hopeful pupils reflected——