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Volume 1: The Essentials of Juepui Chapter 177: Night Rain in Bashan

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    The sky was dark, and soon it began to rain lightly. Mo Can sat in the pavilion on the mountainside of Cuiping Mountain to take shelter from the rain, while quietly observing the activities in the Wen family manor.  Through the layers of dense branches and leaves, he saw many people in black coming in and out of the gate of Wen's Manor, looking very busy, but he didn't know if Liu Yong and the other three were locked up in this manor.  .  It stands to reason that he can go to the government, put on the royal yellow mantle and see the third-level officials, and tell them that Liu Yong, the cabinet scholar, passed through here on an errand and was kidnapped by the Sichuan Wenjia.  Don't dare to neglect.  But he didn't want to do this. After all, the Wen family had been entrenched in eastern Sichuan for so many years. It was inevitable that the government would not be bribed by them. If they went there rashly, they would alert the enemy.  Furthermore, I was actually poisoned last night without realizing it. I wanted to figure out how I got poisoned. This is also a lesson for my future actions. Now that my skills have been restored, I have nothing to fear.  Wen Ruoyong actually participated in this matter, but it's no wonder, he is a member of the Wen family.  A carriage drove quickly into the Wen family compound, and a man in black lifted a heavy sack from the carriage. What could it be?  Due to the obstruction of the branches and leaves, it was not possible to see where it was carried, but it was unusual for those men in black to run forward and backward in the rain.  He looked at the hazy drizzle, and suddenly thought of Qing'er. He remembered that when he was in private school, Mr. Mu once taught him a seven-character quatrain "Send to the North on a Rainy Night" by the late Tang poet Li Shangyin: "You have not yet heard of your return date, Bashan  The night rain rises in the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan? "It is about the poet who lives in the distant Bashu and wrote to his wife in Chang'an. The words are euphemistic and affectionate.  It reveals the poet's melancholy of being stranded in a foreign land with an uncertain return date.  At this moment, I am also in Bashu.  A steady drizzle.  Mo Can smiled bitterly, and for some reason he felt a faint concern and longing for Qing'er.  Another carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, and two old men carrying medicine boxes got out of the car. The man in black asked a few questions and then hurriedly brought them in. Probably someone was sick.  Not long after, two or three other doctors carrying signs came to the door to inquire about something, and were then led into the manor.  Mo Can saw that the rain had subsided, so he walked out of the pavilion and went down the mountain to the only way in and out of Wenjia Manor.  After waiting for a while, I saw another visiting doctor carrying a signature hand-belled bell coming over, so I went to greet him.  "Old man, is this the Wen family manor?" Dr. Ling asked him for directions.  Mo Can coughed twice and pretended to have an old voice: "Why are you looking for the Wen family manor?" "The Wen family posted a medical list in Dazhou City, saying that they would invite famous doctors from all over the world if they could cure the paralysis of the waist.  "Who is sick?" "It's not mentioned in the list. Since the medical list is posted, it must be a direct relative of the Wen family who is ill." "Yes," Mo Can nodded and looked around.  The disease at home is not easy to cure." Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and poked the Zhangmen point on the man's side.  Then he helped him into the woods and hid him behind the bushes.  "I'm sorry, I'll buy it for you. The acupuncture points will heal themselves after a few hours." After saying that, he picked up the sign, the medicine box and the iron bell, then threw down a twenty-tael silver and walked out of the woods and held it up.  Ringing the bells all the way to Ben Wen's manor.  "Hey, are you here to apply for medical treatment?" The man in black looked him up and down. He must have extremely high medical skills if he dared to hold the bell over his head.  "I am Li Suizhi, known as 'Sai Huatuo' in the world. He came here after reading the medical list in the city." Mo Can remembered the name of the Dali magistrate, so he answered casually.  "Okay, please follow me." The man led Mo Can into the manor and sent him to the living room.  At this time, there were seven or eight doctors sitting in the hall, and everyone was whispering to each other.  After a while, Mr. Wen and Wen Ruoxi walked in, followed by an old man with a white beard. Mo Can recognized this man as the old man from Bashan who had hot pot at the inn last night.  "Everyone, you all came here after reading the medical list. I would like to thank you in advance. Could you please state your surnames so that you can be rewarded based on your merits?" Mr. Wen said.  The doctors all reported their names one after another, and Mr. Wen nodded one by one.  "Li Suizhi, the famous doctor from Yunnan and Guizhou, is known as 'Sai Huatuo' by people in the world." Mo Can boasted.  Everyone turned to look at him and snickered, there was still such a shameless person in the world.  "Sai Huatuo?" Mr. Wen stared at Mo Can with a smile, "It seems that the old man must have extraordinary medical skills." "That's natural." Mo Can replied arrogantly, since he had blown it out, he had to pretend it to the end.  "Everyone, my son Wen Shaobai was suddenly paralyzed from the waist down a few days ago and has no feeling in his legs. Now please follow me into the inner room."Be sick.  "Mr. Wen led everyone to the inner room, and old man Bashan and Wen Ruowu followed behind. The inner room was luxuriously decorated, with the "pink-faced scholar" Mr. Wen lying in the pink silk tent. On both sides of the carved wooden bed  Standing in front of Shutong Hua and under the moon, they watched the doctors with keen eyes, one by one, taking their pulses. Mo Can was the last one, and then everyone filed out of the inner room and returned to the hall. "Everyone, please correct me."  Tell us what you think about children's diseases.  "Mr. Wen looked at everyone. "Your Majesty, if the three pulses are weak and empty, it is a sign of loss of Qi and blood.  "A middle-aged doctor said first. "Well, yes, in my opinion, my son's heart Qi has been weakened for a long time, and he is unable to mobilize the blood. Not only is it difficult for the Qi and blood to reach the fourth end, but it is also unable to fill the meridians, resulting in short and weak pulses in the cunkou.  , qi stagnation and blood stasis, phlegm coagulation and food accumulation, it needs to be replenished and slowly adjusted.  "An old doctor analyzed it slowly and calmly. The other doctors expressed their own opinions. Most of them believed that it was a disease of Qi and blood deficiency, which needed to be treated with ginseng and astragalus to replenish vitality. "Sai Huatuo," Mr. Wen looked at Mo Can  ,"What do you think?  " Mo Can smiled faintly: "Your Majesty was injured by a hidden weapon.  " As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and all their eyes were focused on Mo Can. " Where did you say this?  Mr. Wen stared at him silently and asked. "My son's Shenshu point was injured, which caused the obstruction of the bladder meridian of Foot Taiyang, unable to circulate Qi and blood, resulting in paralysis of the lower limbs and inability to lift the male penis."  "Mo Can explained. "Do you know what kind of hidden weapon you were injured by?  Mr. Wen asked calmly. "Well, I can't tell for the moment. I need to check the wound to be sure."  " "Well, 'Sai Huatuo' is indeed well-deserved. If you can cure the child's disease, I will be very grateful.  "Mr. Wen chuckled. The other doctors looked at each other in disbelief. "Since you are here for a trip, I will give each of you five taels of silver, so please come back.  "Mr. Wen said to them. The doctors shook their heads and left. They still couldn't understand that this "Sai Huatuo" could tell that the patient was injured by a hidden weapon just by feeling his pulse. This is too exaggerated. "  Brother Dusou, please accompany 'Sai Huatuo' to diagnose and treat the child in detail.  "Mr. Wen said. Bashan Dusou led Mo Can back to the inner room again and stared at him to check Wen Shaobai's body. This Mr. Wen is indeed worthy of being called a "pink-faced scholar". His skin and flesh are as white and tender as a woman's.  There is a small hole at the Shenshu point, and there are burn marks on the skin and flesh at the entrance. This is caused by the friction and heat generated when the real bubbles are injected at high speed. The bubbles burst in the Shenshu point, and the bladder meridian of the Foot Taiyang has been broken. Unless it can be reconnected,  Meridians, otherwise there is no cure. Mo Can looked at his masterpiece with a smile on his face.  Have you discovered what kind of hidden weapon it is?  "The old man Bashan asked. "Well, I know a thing or two.  " "What is it?  " This old man from Bashan, Mr. Wen just called him "Poisonous Old Man". The poison last night must have been caused by him, but I have been paying attention and did not notice how he moved his hands and feet. Since he can be called "Poisonous Old Man"  , indicating that his ability to use poison is definitely not weak. What is the problem? "It's true energy."  "Mo Can replied. "Infuriating?  Are you talking about using Qi as a hidden weapon?  This is the first time I have heard of it.  "The poisonous old man in Bashan seems to be unconvinced. "It's like crossing a mountain. A master of martial arts does not need a weapon. Of course, a hidden weapon master can throw away his concealed weapon when he reaches the extreme. A miracle doctor does not even need to take a pulse when treating a disease. Just like you, the poisonous old man, who is good at using poison, must also have his own.  A unique way of poisoning, right?  "Mo Can talked nonsense, trying to bring the topic to the method of poisoning. "Well, what you said seems to make sense. The old man can already poison to the extreme without being noticed.  "The old man Bashan nodded in agreement. "Is there no clue?  This is too much to say. I, Sai Huatuo, don¡¯t believe it.  "Hmph," Old Bashan saw that he was just a charlatan with good medical skills, so he didn't take any precautions, "Don't you believe it?"  Have you ever heard that poison and antidote are of the same kind, poison is the antidote, and antidote is the poison?  "    "it's out of the question.  "Mo Can said decisively. "Bashan Dusou has always been arrogant. Moreover, he has always lived alone in the mountains and rarely has contact with outsiders, so his scheming is a bit slow. At this moment, his face turned red and he said angrily: "You don't believe it?"  The old man's wine gourd is full of it. One or two drops are poison, and a big sip becomes the antidote.  Hearing this, Mo Can suddenly realized that the poison was in the wine gourd last night. This would make it easier to explain. As soon as he came up,After taking a big mouthful, he could have taken a few drops from his mouth and put them into the hot pot at any time without anyone noticing, but he ended up getting into trouble like this.  "Oh, I didn't expect that there really is such a magical master of poison in this world. It's really eye-opening for me, Saihua Tuo, but I wonder what the name of your poison is?" "Well, the name of the poison in the old gourd is'  "Bashan Night Rain" is taken from a poem by Li Shangyin in the late Tang Dynasty. What do you think? It's very artistic, right?" Bashan Dusou said proudly.  "It's so artistic." Mo Can pretended to be surprised and thought, he is ninety-six years old and he is still so careless.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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