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- "I know that if the blood supply is not smooth, the limbs will be disabled" Chaoyang did not continue, she was waiting for Yang Zongbao's answer.
"Well, his limbs are considered useless, and they will be just decorations in the future. But it is important to hold on to life at this stage." Yang Zongbao is also a dead horse and a living horse doctor. His mind is still thinking in Western medicine, and he has not completely gotten rid of materialism. Therefore, when the body is ischemic, all Yang Zongbao can think of is to return the blood from the limbs to the body to maintain human life.
¡°I don¡¯t know what the situation is!¡± Chaoyang said as he watched Yang Zongbao treat Monk Dongsheng¡¯s wounds.
"I don't know. Let's get some goat milk and bring it in." Yang Zongbao told Chaoyang: "Let's do our best."
"Can Master eat in his current condition?" Chaoyang asked worriedly.
"It should be possible. I just checked his intestines and they are intact. Besides, the master is practicing Kuzen, so he doesn't need a lot of food. Let's feed him some goat's milk."
"Okay." Chaoyang agreed and went out.
The soothing sandalwood incense was lit in the Zen room. Monk Dongsheng lay quietly on the ground with a peaceful expression. Yang Zongbao was sitting next to him, not knowing what he was thinking.
When Chaoyang came back with goat milk, he saw such a scene.
"Bring the goat milk." Yang Zongbao had already noticed it when Chaoyang came back.
"Well, I also got a tube to prevent you from being unable to feed me." Chaoyang also got a hose.
"Smart." Yang Zongbao took out the tube, put a layer of goat's milk on the outside of the tube to lubricate it, and then inserted the tube through Monk Dongsheng's nose.
"Can you put it in?" Chaoyang saw Yang Zongbao flick his wrist, and in a few seconds some acidic water flowed out of the tube, and he knew it had reached his stomach.
¡°Practice makes perfect.¡± Yang Zongbao smiled and began to fill the tube with goat milk.
"Humility." Chaoyang suddenly clasped his fists.
"Naughty." Yang Zongbao's mood improved a lot when Chaoyang made a joke.
"Master"
"Shh"
Baolin rushed back from outside in a hurry. Chaoyang motioned for him to keep his voice down.
"What's wrong, Master?" Baolin couldn't wait to rush to Monk Dongsheng's side.
"It's not good." Yang Zongbao said truthfully: "There is still a chance if I can wake up. Why did you come back?"
"I was left in the palace by the king to ask some questions." Baolin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Monk Dongsheng was still alive.
"Are you being kept?" Chaoyang realized that there was something wrong in Baolin's words.
"Chaoyang, what are you thinking about?" Baolin's eyes flickered.
"Stop making trouble." Yang Zongbao stopped the two of them: "Master needs to rest."
¡°¡¡± Baolin lowered his head and stepped aside.
Chaoyang and Yang Zongbao exchanged looks.
"How is Master?" Monk Dongjing asked standing at the door. They all knew what happened in the afternoon and went out to look for it. When Yang Zongbao was treating him just now, he and his brothers had been waiting outside the door. Now that there was no movement inside, representative Dong Jing came in to ask.
"I don't know. If I can wake up, I can survive. If not" Yang Zongbao didn't say the last words, but Dong Jing already understood.
"Do you need to be prepared?" Dongsheng hesitated for a moment and asked.
¡°If it¡¯s not troublesome, then do it.¡± Yang Zongbao nodded. He knows the rules of South Africa. Whenever an eminent monk dies, his body will be stuffed with various spices and then burned. After the ashes are burned, part of them will be left in the temple to receive offerings, and part of them will be taken back by destined believers as amulets. Everything else is not difficult, but spices are difficult to preserve and must be found first, so Dongjing asked this question.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang." Dongjing suffered a loss at Chaoyang's hands in the afternoon, so he was very respectful to them.
"Is your foot okay?" Yang Zongbao noticed that Dong Jing's leg was a little inconvenient, knowing that it was injured while competing with Chaoyang.
"It's okay." Dong Jing was stunned for a moment and replied.
"Chaoyang, give me some medicine." Yang Zongbao turned around and said to Chaoyang.
"Oh." Chaoyang was not happy, but he still took out a plaster from his arms and handed it to Dongjing: "Save it."
Dong Jing thought of the big noise those two people had made a few days ago, so he knew that what Chaoyang brought out must be something good, so he hurriedly put it away, said thank you, and left.
"Why don't these people call doctors?" Chaoyang was still struggling with her plaster. It was brought from China and was specially designed to treat bruises and injuries. Several of the medicines in it are difficult to find at home, let alone abroad.But strangely enough, some herbs can only be found in China. So Chaoyang feels distressed. There wasn't much left, and now that I was giving one away, I naturally spoke a little too hastily.
"I am a doctor." Yang Zongbao blinked.
"You are, but you didn't" Chaoyang really couldn't say anything to refute.
"That's not the case." Baolin, who was sitting in the corner chanting sutras, spoke up: "Master never goes to the hospital to see a doctor, let alone go to those doctors to see a doctor. He usually just chews some herbs. So this time there is no Master. If you ask the doctor privately, the master will definitely blame me."
"Master" Chaoyang couldn't say the rest because he didn't know how to describe it.
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Yang Zongbao has been staying by Monk Dongsheng's side, waiting for him to get out of danger.
Dong Sheng¡¯s funeral seems to be in preparation, and the temple is full of sorrow.
"Isn't there any movement yet?" Chaoyang walked into the meditation room carrying porridge.
"Nothing." Yang Zongbao took the porridge handed over by Chaoyang and filled his stomach first.
"Are you just going to keep it like this?" Chaoyang asked.
"What? What happened?" Yang Zongbao asked, seeing Chaoyang's strange attitude.
"I'm afraid of wasting your time. The matter didn't get done this time, but it caused you a lot of trouble." Chaoyang's bright head was lowered in front of Yang Zongbao.
"I still say the same thing. If things happen, the benefits I will get will be countless. It is impossible to only want to get benefits and not want to fail. So you don't have to blame yourself at all. How to say, it is still unknown how it will be."
"What do you mean, young master?" Chaoyang asked.
But Yang Zongbao stopped answering.
Monk Dongsheng always breathes a sigh of relief. Yang Zongbao would feed him goat milk every day. On the seventh day, he finally opened his eyes.
When Monk Dongsheng woke up, Yang Zongbao was the only one left in the meditation room.
"Mr. Yang, you have superb medical skills." Dongsheng understood what happened in just a moment: "I can't seem to move my limbs."
"In order to save the master, I disabled the master's limbs." Yang Zongbao admitted generously.
"It doesn't matter, having my limbs crippled is more conducive to my practice. Although I practiced Zen before, my mind was wandering outside. I have been worrying a lot over the years. It is God's will that I am like this now."
"Master, just think about it." Yang Zongbao agreed.
¡°The matter is settled, you can go to the palace with the contract.¡± Dong Sheng finally told what Yang Zongbao wanted to know.
"Thank you." Yang Zongbao said sincerely.
"No need. This is what we agreed upon in the first place. But we'd better not meet each other from now on." Dongsheng refused.
"Okay." Yang Zongbao nodded, packed his things and prepared to walk.
"Mr. Yang" Dongsheng thought for a while and then said.
"Please speak." Yang Zongbao stopped what he was doing and waited.
"Take Baolin away."
"" Yang Zongbao did not agree: "It may not be safe around me."
"Take it away, that child is in trouble. There is no way he can survive if he stays here." It turns out that Monk Dongsheng knows everything and sees clearly: "Now that I have become a useless person, he is of no use."
"Master, I won't leave." Baolin came in at some point. The Zen room here is so annoying, no one can stop it, and people can always enter at will.
"If you don't leave, do you still expect to live your whole life in this temple?" Monk Dongsheng was lying on the ground, unable to move at all: "Your mission has been completed these years. Tell that person that I will never take another step forward again." One step away from Dongsheng Temple. Mr. Yang, please come back.¡±
"Take care." Yang Zongbao felt a little regretful, but he quickly packed up his things and walked out of the meditation room without hesitation.
It was early in the morning, Chaoyang stood in the sunshine and had packed his things, waiting for Yang Zongbao.
"Is the matter done?" Chaoyang raised his round head and asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Let's go." Yang Zongbao rubbed Chaoyang's head.
"You two walk slowly."
As soon as Yang Zongbao and Chaoyang walked out of the temple, Baolin chased them out with red eyes.
"" Chaoyang and Yang Zongbao stared at Baolin to see what he had to say.
"Master told me to send you there." Baolin rubbed his eyes and stepped forward to lead the way.
"" Chaoyang asked Yang Zongbao with his eyes.
"Follow." Yang Zongbao felt that Chaoyang was now afraid of being bitten by a snake for ten years.
Baolin drove Yang Zongbao and Chaoyang directly into the palace through the back door.
Henry is walking his horse in the backyard. Although this country has only developed for 20 years. But the level of luxury has reached an extreme, as it should be. For example, there is a racehorse in the backyard of the palace. And Henry is also a very happy person.
After Yang Zongbao was taken to the backyard, he saw Henry riding a horse, bumping up and down, but very elegant. It has to be said that Henry is very good at this.
Someone brought chairs to Yang Zongbao and Chaoyang. Yang Zongbao was not polite and sat down to rest.
Henry rode around for a while and returned to Yang Zongbao: "Here?"
"Here we come." Yang Zongbao didn't get up and remained sitting. He is not waiting for charity from the other party now.
"You are very arrogant." Henry jumped off the horse, and an attendant moved the horse away.
¡°¡¡± Yang Zongbao remained silent.
"Did you bring the contract?" Henry approached, Chaoyang stood up and gave way.
"Always here." Yang Zongbao said good-naturedly.
"As long as you're here, bring it." Henry took off his gloves and was about to sign.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Yang Zongbao hasn't signed his name yet.
"You are amazing. You saved the life of old monk Dongsheng from such a serious injury, so I think I can trust you a little." Henry had a sense of superiority.
"But I'm not going to cooperate with you anymore, so I'll take my leave." Yang Zongbao clasped his fists, turned around and left. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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