Since the train was at around ten o'clock in the morning, Yang Xiuwen did not do any morning exercise. He was dragging two suitcases, belonging to him and Li Xiaotong.

After meeting Zhang Peng at the train station, we boarded the train to Zhongjing.

In the 1990s, trains were said to be express trains, and they almost stopped at every stop, lasting about ten minutes each time.

Everything is sold on the platform, including roast chicken, egg pancakes, and corn.

They were sleeper carriages, which were better. The hard-seat carriages were overcrowded, and the stuffy heat, sweat, rice smell, and foot odor were all mixed together, and it was overwhelming.

Zhang Peng always gets off when he gets to the station and buys whatever he thinks is delicious.

Yang Xiuwen looked at the pile on the table and got angry. He said, "Pengzi, you are really crazy. What did you say you bought? Egg pancakes. Are there such yellow egg pancakes? They are all full of pigments."

The hands are all yellow. And this corn, ah, the old cow makes him cry when he eats it. Roast chicken, does it have four chicken feet?"

Li Xiaotong laughed so hard beside him that Zhang Peng smiled awkwardly and said, "Xiu Wen, didn't you look carefully? I will choose carefully when I wait for the next stop."

After hearing this, Yang Xiuwen lay down on his back and had nothing to say.

At night, when the temperature outside the car drops a little, it's quite pleasant to open the windows and let the wind blow in.

Yang Xiuwen stood up and covered the thin blanket that Li Xiaotong had kicked off while sleeping on the upper bunk.

Zhang Peng drank beer at night and fell asleep soundly.

He lay down on the lower bunk and started practicing with his eyes slightly closed. During this period, the practice of Xin Jue became more and more arbitrary. He could practice while sitting or while walking.

It's just that the spiritual energy is too scarce now, and the progress is very slow. But fortunately, now I only practice the Five Elements Art, and the internal strength training has stopped.

The spiritual energy of chaos is flowing in his meridians, and he has already mastered the ability to tread the snow without a trace. If anyone is interested in watching him walk, he will find that there are a few millimeters of space between the soles of his feet and the ground.

At one o'clock in the morning, suddenly the horn of the carriage rang: "Dear passengers, please pay attention. Dear passengers, please pay attention. There is an old man who has fainted in the hard-seat carriage No. 8. He is a doctor. Please go and get treatment..."

Yang Xiuwen opened his eyes and sat up. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand to push Zhang Peng awake and said, "Pengzi, look at something. I'll go out for a while."

Zhang Peng agreed vaguely, shook his head, stood up and walked out.

Yang Xiuwen first passed through the dining car and looked at the nameplates of each carriage, and soon arrived at the hard-seat carriage No. 8.

The carriage was in chaos. Due to the conductor's announcement, everyone in the carriage woke up and the aisle was full of people.

He pushed aside the crowd and said, "Everyone, give way. I am a doctor. Where is the patient?"

When people heard that the doctor had arrived, they quickly rushed out of the way.

Yang Xiuwen quickly came to the patient. He was a man who looked to be in his fifties and was dressed like a farmer.

A mother-in-law who was about the same age as him supported him and sat on the seat, shouting even harder, "Honey, wake up, wake up."

The old man closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale and unresponsive.

At this time, there was already a person with a stethoscope checking the old man's heartbeat.

Yang Xiuwen began to scan the old man's body through his celestial eye, and found a dark shadow in the back of the old man's head. After careful inspection, it was a blood clot blocking the blood circulation. As long as the blood clot was removed, everything would be solved.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Doctor, please stop checking me. It's a cerebral infarction."

He said to the passengers next to him, "Everyone, step aside to give me some space so I can treat the old man."

After saying that, he asked his mother-in-law to help him turn the old man's back towards him and take out a silver needle from his pocket.

This silver needle is different from ordinary needles, a little thicker, but hollow in the middle.

He pinched the silver needle with his hand, inserted it accurately into the back of the old man's head, penetrated the skull, stopped at the blood clot in the blood vessel, and quickly tapped the old man's neck with his fingers.

These few strokes are not simple. They are very famous pulse cuts in Chinese medicine. What they do is to seal the blood returning veins and increase the arterial pressure so that the thrombus is expelled through the hollow silver needle.

The old man's face turned red instantly, and then he heard a squeaking sound, and a jet of black blood spurted out from the silver needle. Yang Xiuwen held the silver needle and quietly injected a trace of wood-attribute spiritual energy to repair the blood vessels.

Then he quickly pulled out the silver needle and tapped it on the neck a few more times to release the pulse sealing and the treatment was over.

At this time, the old man's face returned to normal, his eyes slowly opened, and the old woman who was supporting him said excitedly, "Honey, you woke up, you scared me to death, woo woo woo."

The surrounding passengers looked at the scene in front of them in surprise. The treatment time was very short, two or three minutes.

But these two or three minutes reminded everyone present that there was a handsome young man who saved an old man using traditional Chinese medicine.

The person holding the stethoscope began to check the old man's heartbeat and breathing again.

Yang Xiuwen looked at it, said nothing, turned around and left. The passengers standing in the aisle automatically stepped out of the way to watch him leave.

At this time, the old woman's voice came from behind: "Thank you, doctor."

He didn't stop, just waved back.

Back in the carriage, Zhang Peng was packing his things. When he saw him coming back, he said, "Xiuwen, what are you doing? I'll be at the station soon."

Yang Xiuwen stepped forward to help him clean up, and said, "I haven't gone anywhere, just walked around. After you return to school, study and exercise conscientiously. The Central Plains was also the ancient capital of many dynasties. You can go around in your free time, but don't buy. Remember
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