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Wang Hongxin walked over quickly and supported the old woman. The old woman was moving tremblingly and cleaning the room. When he saw Zhang Yutang behind Wang Hongxin, his face sank and he said, "This gentleman, is this my family?" Xin'er is looking for trouble with you?"
Zhang Yutang smiled slightly and walked in. He saw Wang Hongxin standing behind the old woman, shaking his head at Zhang Yutang vigorously.
"hehe."
Zhang Yutang looked at the old woman's complexion and said with a smile: "Young Master is very honest and honest. He just came over to get to know each other and found out that I know a lot about medical skills, so he invited me to diagnose and treat the old woman."
"Sir, is he a doctor?"
A glimmer of light flashed in the old woman's eyes, she looked at Zhang Yutang, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your husband is still a national player, but I understand my child. It must be the new son who suffered a loss from your husband. I still have to thank you and your men." Show mercy.¡±
"As for this problem of mine, it is an old problem that has been with me for many years. Over the years, Xin'er has taken me to countless places and seen many famous doctors. My originally well-off family has also been ruined because of this problem. It has become a complete failure, but my illness still hasn¡¯t improved.¡±
Zhang Yutang is very young and has a very strong scholarly air. The old woman's eyes are fierce and tight. She knows that Zhang Yutang has good intentions and sees that he is suffering from illness, so he comes to help.
It¡¯s just that my illness has been suffering for a long time. It was not something that the young doctor could cure. I was afraid that after Zhang Yutang's examination, if he could not diagnose and treat it well, it would dampen the young man's confidence.
"Old woman, I am not familiar with medical skills, so I am not sure whether I can definitely cure the old woman's illness. I am just giving it a try, but I will do my best." Zhang Yutang walked to the old woman's side and said, He said with a smile: "Please stretch out the old lady's hand. Let me take Madam's pulse!"
"Thank you sir."
The old woman bowed slightly to Zhang Yutang. He behaved politely and then stretched out his hand. Zhang Yutang glanced at it and saw that the old woman's palm was extremely rough. The skin has many folds. Like the bark of an old tree that has experienced countless winds and rains. It looks very vicissitudes of life.
Zhang Yutang stretched out his hand, pressed on the old woman's veins, and half-closed his eyes. Carefully feel the old woman's pulse.
In the past time, Zhang Yutang studied hundreds of books, including many medical books, such as Pulse Meridian, Difficult Classics, Compendium of Materia Medica, Miscellaneous Talks about Strange Diseases, etc.
Although he has never seen a doctor with Ran, he has spiritual consciousness to help him, and he has time to practice, and has gained experience in understanding the human body. Even though he looks sick, he is not more generous than the famous doctors in the world.
The old woman¡¯s pulse was gentle, stable, and regular, and she could not tell that she was ill.
Zhang Yutang knew that he was not even half a bucket of water in this regard, so he pretended to feel the pulse, but in fact he used his spiritual consciousness to detect the bones, blood vessels, meridians, internal organs, etc. of the old woman. A little bit of exploration is clear.
Every inch of flesh and blood has not been spared, and the exploration is clear.
Near the old woman¡¯s respiratory tract, a black congestion accumulated, making it difficult for her to breathe. When she coughed, her lungs vibrated, and blood overflowed.
"It's such a serious illness. It has damaged the lungs and blood is oozing out."
Zhang Yutang had grasped the location of the illness and was sure to prescribe the right medicine, so he closed his hands and opened his eyes.
Wang Hongxin asked hurriedly: "Mr. Zhang, is my mother's illness not serious?"
The concern is beyond words.
Even the old woman looked at Zhang Yutang with hope. She also hoped that Zhang Yutang really had a way to cure her disease.
Zhang Yutang smiled and said: "I can cure this disease!"
"It's just that the disease comes like a mountain and disappears like a thread. The old woman has been suffering from illness for a long time. It is not easy to cure her in a short time. It will take about one or two months."
"Can it really be cured?" Wang Hongxin cried with joy. He had traveled to too many places, experienced too many so-called famous doctors, and spent an unknown amount of money, but he still could not get a cure.
Suddenly hearing Zhang Yutang say that he could cure his mother's disease, Wang Hongxin was in a daze and couldn't believe it.
"Is it true?" Wang Hongxin asked again. He wanted to make sure if it was true. He hoped it was not a dream!
The old woman was also listening. Her eyes were hazy and she couldn't believe it. She was so excited that she couldn't help herself. She opened her mouth and asked: "Mr. Zhang, are youWhat you said is true. Can my disease be cured? "
"It can be cured!"
Zhang Yutang replied: "As long as I give the old woman acupuncture a few times and then use internal massage, she will be cured within one or two months. If I can use internal massage for a long time, the old woman can live a long life." Years old."
"This is real!"
Wang Hongxin really didn¡¯t know what to say. He couldn¡¯t find anything even though he was wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there. Who would have thought that the scholar he met by chance could be the benefactor who could save his life.
"If Mr. Zhang can really cure my mother, I, Wang Hongxin, am willing to work for him to repay his kindness."
Zhang Yutang stood up: "You guys wait here, I'll go to the house to get the silver needle!"
"Wait a minute!!"
The old woman raised her hand to stop her and said: "I know that your husband is an expert from outside the world, but to be honest, my mother and son also fled from other places. Although they have lived here for many days, in order to treat me, my family All the money has been spent, and there is no money left for medical treatment!¡±
"Ha ha!"
Zhang Yutang smiled softly: "The old woman's disease is just acupuncture and internal massage. She doesn't use Chinese herbal medicine. There is no capital, and what medical fees are needed."
"Besides, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The old woman can't let me refuse to save her. That's not what I do as a scholar."
"Thank you so much!"
The old woman dragged Wang Hongxin to Zhang Yutang: "Xin'er, Mr. Zhang's words will be mine from now on. I am old and I don't have many good words for many years. You must remember to repay Mr. Zhang well."
Wang Hongxin said: "Yes, I have written it down."
Zhang Yutang smiled, stopped talking, returned to the house, waved his hand, a bag of silver needles appeared in his hand, and walked out immediately. Return to the house where Wang Hongxin is.
"Old woman, do it well. I'll give the old woman acupuncture."
"It's time to thank Mr. Zhang!"
The old woman sat down. The place where she sat was a dilapidated chair that Wang Hongxin found, with dust on it. Has been wiped clean.
"I'm going to use the shock. There may be some soreness. Please bear with it, old lady!"
Zhang Yutang took out the silver needle, guided it with his consciousness, and danced with his hands. Just like a butterfly piercing a flower, like a hundred flowers blooming, there is an astonishing beauty in the waving, the silver needles are flying, as if made by nature, in an instant, several silver needles have been inserted into the acupuncture points.
As the silver needle entered the acupuncture point, the old woman's body trembled, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Spit out the congestion, and the body will slowly recover. From now on, I will remove the congestion every day, and then use internal energy to massage the old woman. The old woman's illness will soon be cured."
After pausing for a while, Zhang Yutang took away the silver needle from the old woman's body, and then used his internal power to move it several times inside the old woman's body to eliminate the hidden dangers in the body. Then he said, "I'll take my leave!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your hard work, Mr. Zhang!"
"It's easy, don't worry!"
He walked away gracefully without stopping at all.
After Zhang Yutang left, the old woman arranged: "Xin'er, remember that this is the great benefactor of our Wang family. You must always remember that our Wang family is a person who knows how to repay kindness. You should never disobey. Mr. Zhang."
Wang Hongxin said: "Mother, don't worry, Mr. Zhang saved my mother's life, and I will definitely save my life in the future!"
Zhang Yutang answered the room, thinking: "Although there are many things in my Zifu, I can't use them like this, so as not to attract people's attention."
"Why don't you use your money to go to the town and buy some paper and pens? I'll practice calligraphy here for a while, calm down, and then go look for Yanxia Mountain. Whether I can find it or not depends on God's will. I'm lucky to find it, but I'm lucky to lose it. Life, don¡¯t be too pushy.¡±
He did what he thought of. Zhang Yutang walked out of the house, went to the town, bought some quilts, sheets, and a lot of paper, and then returned to the abandoned yard.
When he returned, smoke was already rising from Wang Hongxin¡¯s house, but Wang Hongxin got fifty cents, bought some daily necessities, and then went out to look for work.
Looking at Zhang Yutang who came back with his things, the old woman greeted him warmly: "Mr. Zhang, stay a while and let's have a meal together."
Da En is not thanking, some En Deng can be in your heart, and you don't need to hang on your mouth every day, but at a critical moment, Fang Xian's color.
Zhang Yutang smiled and said: "No, I have already eaten in the town, thank you old woman!"
The old woman said: "Mr. Zhang?, you're welcome, we will all be neighbors from now on, neighbors are neighbors, this little thing is nothing. "
Zhang Yutang brought the things into the house, arranged them, and calmed down. After cleaning his hands, he laid out the paper and took out the magic pen. The magic pen was crystal clear and the hair was thick and flexible.
¡°Great pen!¡±
Holding the pen, I concentrated my mind, eliminated the distracting thoughts in my heart, and wrote a big word "quiet" on the paper. Extreme tranquility produces emptiness, and extreme emptiness produces wisdom.
Only by letting yourself calm down can you calm down your mind.
"In the days to come, I will write down all the poems in my memory one by one. When I finish writing these endless poems, at that time, my mood may be able to be tempered. Stop dyeing it."
After calming down, Zhang Yutang started writing. He wrote the first poem, but he saw that the pen was erratic, the iron hook was like a silver stroke, and there was a sharp energy in the strokes.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp to read the sword. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and fifty strings were heard outside the Great Wall. Autumn on the battlefield drew troops. The horse was flying fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. The king's affairs in the world were over. Earn a reputation during life and after death. Misfortune happens in vain.¡±
A long poem, written in one breath, the dream is written heartily and vividly, pushing the patriotism, loyalty to the emperor and one's own heroic ambition to the top. The conclusion suddenly falls. In the strong contrast between the dream and reality, it vents the difficulty of realizing the ambition. A tone of sadness and anger. (To be continued) - 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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