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Chapter 34, The Medical Center Across the Street

On the third day, after taking the medicine, all the leeches had sucked the blood and died. Chen Ziang's limbs were swollen, and his face turned slightly rosy. Zhang Buhui felt for his pulse again, and found that his pulse was a little stronger, but it was fast sometimes and slow sometimes.

, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, with no rules.

Zhang Buhui didn't know what was going on, so he said, "It seems that my life has been saved." He asked Zhang San to get the medicine again, but he sat behind the counter and sighed.

When he was bored, he took out his account book and began to calculate the abacus. Zhang Buhui went through the accounts once with the abacus and began to practice the technique of picking the abacus with his fingers. Zhang Buhui was nicknamed the Iron Counter because he used the abacus as a weapon.

Can shoot counters with fingers to damage enemies.

His abacus was made of fine iron and had a mechanism inside. The upper and lower frames could be disassembled, and then the abacus was fired. He had no thoughts that day and practiced abacus for a while. After seeing that there were no customers, he lay down behind the counter and fell asleep.

He hadn't slept for long when someone pushed him awake. It turned out that it was Zhang San who came back. Zhang Buhui asked: "Did you get the medicine back?" Zhang San clapped his hands and said, "The doctor didn't write any more prescriptions. He said he had never seen him before.

I have experienced Brother Chen’s strange disease and I don’t know how to cure it.” Zhang Buhui frowned and said, “What should I do?” Zhang San pointed to the outside of the street and said, “When I came back, I saw a new restaurant opened across the street.

The clinic specializes in treating internal injuries caused by injuries. You might as well take Brother Chen over and have a look."

Zhang Buhui pondered for a while, then walked out and looked around. He saw an additional shop next to the cloth store across the street, and asked Zhang San: "Which one is it?" Zhang San nodded. Zhang Buhui said: "Okay.

I'll go take a look." There was a small flag hanging in front of the shop with the words "Specialized in treating internal injuries caused by bruises" written on it. There was a man in front of the door.

He walked up and said, "Brother, I'm here to see a doctor. Could you please call Mr. Doctor?" The man looked him up and down, and a voice came from inside the shop: "Let him in." The man stretched out his hand and invited him in. Zhang

Buhui went in and saw that the shop was simply furnished, with only one table, an old man with a long beard and a broad face, and an inner room. The old man sat between the table and the door into the inner room.

The old man asked him: "I specialize in treating internal injuries from bruises. You are not injured. What do you want me to see?" Zhang Buhui thought to himself: The old man is really powerful. He knew at a glance that I was not here to see a doctor. He said: "Mr.

I am not the one who wants to see a doctor. My brother has suffered serious internal injuries and I want to ask the old gentleman for treatment."

The old man touched his beard and said, "Bring him here and I'll help him take a look." Zhang Buhui frowned and said, "I'm counting on the old man to rejuvenate himself. I'll bring him here." The old man said with a sigh.

Zhang Buhui quickly exited the shop and walked back along the way, observing carefully that there was nothing unusual on the street.

Back at the inn, Zhang Buhui asked Zhang San to look out on the street while he got a cart to lift Chen Ziang out of the tunnel and transport him to the clinic. The old man stood up and said: "Carry him into the inner room." The two of them.

Carrying Chen Ziang into the inner room.

The inner room was a large kang bed, with a large straw mat spread on the kang. The two of them put Chen Ziang on the bed. The old man turned on the oil lamp, took off his coat, and sat on the kang. He stretched out his hand to count Chen Ziang's pulse and said

"He was poisoned by a bungara snake?" Zhang Buhui replied, "Yes."

The old man said: "The snake venom is a minor matter. Most of it has been removed, and there is not much left." Zhang Buhui was surprised and happy. He was happy that Chen Ziang's snake venom had been removed, but he was surprised that he really suffered serious internal injuries.

He asked: "Is he seriously injured?" The old man said: "Not only is he seriously injured, half of his life is lost." Zhang Buhui asked: "Where is the injury?" The old man said: "All the five internal organs and six internal organs are injured.

After suffering the trauma, all the internal organs and meridians were broken by the internal energy."

Zhang Buhui and Li Si were at a loss for a while. They rubbed their hands and asked, "What should we do? Is there any hope?" The old man said, "Don't be impatient. I'll help him heal his internal injuries first.

It will take about ten days." Zhang Buhui said: "It all depends on the old man."

The old man took out a box from the head of the kang, opened it, and found several silver needles about an inch long inside. He roasted the silver needles on an oil lamp, wiped them clean with cotton, and said: "You two get on the kang and help him sit up.

, take off your shirt and expose your upper body." As instructed, the two of them got on the kang and took off Chen Ziang's shirt, while one of them supported him.

The old man said: "The lungs are located in the chest. They are responsible for breathing and controlling the qi of the whole body. The large intestine is the organ of conduction and is responsible for conducting waste. Today I will treat his injuries to the lungs and large intestine first." After that, he twisted a piece of silver in his right hand.

Prick the needle into the Fengmen point on the second thoracic vertebrae behind his back, press his left hand next to the Fengmen, and slowly rotate the silver needle.

Massaging like this with one hand and turning the needle with the other, after a while, Chen Ziang's throat made a sound of swallowing. The old man released his hands, took out the second silver needle, and inserted it into the Feishu point on the third section of the thoracic spine. He twisted it with his right hand and lifted it up at the same time.
Chapter completed!
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