Chapter 17 Don't underestimate the Imperial Doctor

"Why don't you use arsenic?!" Zhang Qian finally understood why there were not many ancient emperors who lived longevity. Even the aconite dared to use it as an anesthetic. He usually took medicine if he had headaches and fever. He had toxic and side effects. He didn't know how much he had eaten! However, those ordinary people cannot afford to take medicine for minor illnesses and disasters, and they can only rely on their bodies to resist it. Maybe they can live longer.

"Arsenic? Is Shaolang the Stone? " Sun Anzu, who is addicted to medicine, did not hear the irony in Zhang Qian's words at all. He frowned and discussed with him very seriously. "Xin Shishi is mainly used to treat malaria, willows and hemorrhoids, but it is the first time I heard of it. Shaolang knows what the dosage is? Which medicine is used as a supplement? If it is effective, the younger generation will turn back to treat people's illness, so why not try it!"

"I don't know, you can learn from Shennong and try it yourself!" Zhang Qian had nothing to say. He grabbed the high-imitation Swiss Army Knife and baked it with the light to disinfect it again. "Now, I am annoyed by the imperial physician Sun using a golden needle to relieve pain. It's really not possible. If you find that the situation is not good, you will knock him out directly. I must deal with the rotten muscles in the wound as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he walked to Ren Qiong's ears with a hot baked sword, bent down, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Mr. Ren, you should have heard it just now. Doctor Sun said that if you don't remove the bacterial infection in your body, you will definitely be alive. And if you die, I promise that Ren Cong will be eaten by others and will be left with no bones left!"

He sighed softly, and he continued to add in Mandarin: "So, I can only treat the dead horse as a living horse. Once your hands are heavier, you must hold it back. If you touch the blood vessel and cause heavy bleeding, don't blame me for killing people. Even if I lose my hand, you can die more quickly. If they were the same, you would definitely suffer more wrongdoing before you die!"

He said this purely to make himself feel at ease. After all, if he dared to do this in the 21st century, no matter what the final treatment result would be, he would inevitably go into the bureau and walk in. At present, if he didn't take a chance, the old owner Ren would have to wait for death. With the cowardly appearance of the little fat man Ren Cong and his stepmother, housekeeper, and servants towards him, this person would definitely not be able to escape the fate of being deprived of inheritance and being swept out of the house!

Sun Anzu could not understand the 21st century Mandarin that Zhang Qian said. Seeing him muttering in Ren Qiong's ears, he thought that he had to recite the soul-fixing spell for the patient before performing the magical art of scraping the bone to cure poison. So he didn't dare to listen too carefully, so he just ordered his apprentice to take a silver needle from the medicine box for him, and pricked it on Ren Qiong's palm, shoulders, neck, etc., and then lit the mugwort and put it at the end of the needle to slowly smoke and roast it.

This "Fuxi Divine Needle" is his unique skill. He has practiced it since he was a child. Therefore, the whole set of movements was like flowing water. After applying the needle, the skin and muscles on Ren Qiong's arms immediately became much looser. It is obvious that acupuncture does have the effect of curbing pain or sootheing nerve tension.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian immediately increased his confidence in the successful operation. He picked up the Swiss army knife and roasted it on the fire for the third time. He immediately ordered Sun Anzu to help suppress Ren Qiong's injured arm and gently cut it with the tip of the knife to cut it into the already suppurated and rotten wound.

Perhaps Ren Qiong was in a coma for too long and his pain was numb. Perhaps the effects of Baifuning and the golden needle were superimposed. The patient on the sickbed just frowned slightly and never made any moves. After the skin that was forcibly branded together by the soldering iron was cut open by the Ruishi Sword, the yellow water that had emerged from the previous wound immediately turned into pus and blood, rolling along the blade.

"Ah" Ren Yingying, who was ordered to bring the wooden basin to take "Huang Shui'er", screamed in a low voice. Then, she raised her hand without hesitation and covered her mouth, fearing that the screaming would disturb the "expert" to perform the magic.

The fat little man Ren Cong, who was ordered to call salt water for backup, quickly turned his head aside, and the muscles on his cheeks, arms, and thighs jumped apart, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

The first time he used a knife to cut human flesh, Zhang Qian was actually irritated by the dirty blood and his scalp was suddenly irritated. However, the patient's wound had been cut open, and he had to do it, and he had no reason to stop if he didn't know how to do it. So, he simply put his heart on his head, bit his teeth, and continued to cut deep into the wound with the blade. As long as the patient did not wake up the pain on the spot, he would think that he was cutting wood.

Fortunately, the wound on Ren Qiong's arm was not very big, and there were no arteries or veins nearby. Therefore, after slashing through four or five knives, bright red muscles could be seen under the blade. Zhang Qian turned his head to the side, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted his mentality. Then, he began to use the blade to cut out the rotten muscles, not to make sure that the movements were absolutely accurate, but to do everything possible to eliminate evil.

Now, the blood in the wound began to flow. Ren Yingying was so gloomy that she was blinded. She instinctively closed her eyes and rolled coldly all over her body. Looking at the fat little Ren Cong again, although she didn't dare to look at the wound, she was already so scared that her face was pale, her limbs were limp, and she was not far from being unconscious.

However, the imperial physician Sun Anzu has treated too many wounds in his life. Not only has he accumulated enough experience, his nerves have been tortured by the patient's bloody appearance, and he has long been tortured by the patient's bloody appearance. After looking at it for a while, he found that Zhang Qian's right hand holding the knife was shaking. His forehead, back neck and other areas were wet as if he had just been poured with a big bowl of water. He vaguely guessed that he had not used similar magic tricks several times before. Therefore, he hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice to discuss: "Young man is tired? If you just dig out the rotten meat, you can teach it to the younger generation with confidence. However, if the evil poison is not removed, if you dig out all the rotten meat today, you will have new blood and rot again tomorrow, and dig it down day by day..."

"Will you cut off the rotten meat? You didn't say it earlier!" Zhang Qianzheng was so tired that he was dizzy. He decisively handed over the high-imitation Swiss Army knife and said loudly: "Just dig up the rotten meat, be careful not to damage the blood vessels. As for the bacteria, it is evil poison, and I have other medicines!"

"In this way, my husband will go and rest first, and let me help you!" After hearing Zhang Qian say that there are other drugs to deal with evil poisons, Sun Anzu, an imperial physician who had seen the magical effect of 100-salute sac, immediately became energetic. He couldn't wait to take the Gao Imitation Saber, bent down, and eliminated two things in a few seconds, and cleaned up the rotten flesh in the wound.
Chapter completed!