Chapter 3 Father and Son (Sixth)

"You, you, you said, what you said is true?" Zhao Kuangyin hugged Han Jing with both hands, fighting with his legs, and his lips kept trembling. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, which man would be willing to watch his beloved woman die in his arms? What's more, the reason for this woman's injury is to stay with him for a few more days?

"I have treated Han Chongyun's injuries!" Ning Ziming seemed to have expected him to ask this question, and nodded with a smile without thinking. "Han Chongyun is still alive now. If you don't believe it, can you send someone to Wu Shengjun to investigate in the future?"

This sentence is more direct and powerful than any explanation. It made Zhao Kuangyin and Chai Rong immediately feel that Ning Ziming's smiling face is pleasing to the eye than any beauties in the world. "Third brother, why didn't you say it earlier? You, you're so anxious!"

"I have to find the medicinal materials first! In addition, if the pharmacist in this place can come up with other ways to treat Sister Jing Niang, it is best not to use my method. To be honest, this method is a bit sensational!" Ning Ziming's face turned red when he was said, and he quickly explained loudly.

"Tell me what you need, and I will go and find it immediately, no matter what you do, as long as you save Jing Niang, I will give you this life immediately!" Zhao Kuangyin didn't hear Ning Ziming's implicit voice at all, and rushed to him step by step, unable to wait to express his opinion.

Logically speaking, a general like him will not lack women since he was a child. However, those women were arranged by his elders for him, and no matter how beautiful or deeds were, they dared not violate the standards of virtuous and kindness of women in this era. Everyone looked like a local doll made from the same mold, no matter how exquisite and luxurious it was, they had no attraction to him.

However, Han Jing is different. He dares to speak and do, and is generous. He is beautiful, generous, enthusiastic, has a strong martial arts skills and knows how to understand men's thoughts. If Zhao Kuangyin herself is a tiger with a smile on the mountain forest, she is a leopard that follows life and death. If Zhao Kuangyin wants to be a magnificent eagle, she can also turn into a white crane to soar. He will fly together in the sky and the ground, and never get tired of seeing each other.

Therefore, no matter how incredible the treatment methods Ning Ziming said were, Zhao Kuangyin would not reject them. Even if the condition to save Han Jing was to take his own life, Zhao Kuangyin would support him in taking a risk without hesitation.

Fortunately, Ning Ziming didn't want his life. He smiled and said in an orderly manner: "I have bought all the herbs. Now I still need an absolutely clean tent, two sets of casseroles for making medicine, two jars of the strongest roast spring, one pack of stone salt, one pack of icing, half a piece of white cloth, one brush, two washbasins, a whole set of dishes, spoons, and…" (Note 1)

"Yes, yes, I have sent someone to rent the tent. Second and third brothers, come with me!" Before he could finish his words, Chai Rong interrupted, "Others, go to the tent to make a list, I'll ask Guo Shu and the others to buy it."

"I, I'll help you, don't worry, do whatever you ask me to do, and never make trouble!" Zhao Kuangyin also promised confidently like a newly-educated school child.

"The second brother must stay. You have to do a lot of things in person in a while!" Ning Ziming smiled again and whispered.

The three of them didn't bother much, and took big steps and rushed directly to the tent that Chai Rong had just sent someone to rent. They picked the most spacious and cleanest room and walked in, put Han Jing, who was unconscious on the bed first, and then began to prepare for rescue.

Ning Ziming took the initiative to become the backbone of the big guy. He found a brush, made a list on the front collar of Zhao Kuangyin, tore it off hard, and handed it to the Guo family dead soldier who was serving one next to him, "Buy these things and pick up the best ones, hurry up!"

"Yes!" The dead soldier Guo Shu agreed loudly and ran away wildly.

Before he could go out, Ning Ziming pointed at the medicinal materials he bought and continued to issue orders, "Mash these seven-core squid gourds and throw away the seeds inside. Put them together with the squid, jasmine roots, angelica, calamus, angelica, angelica, and chuanxiong, go to the outside to set the fire, and boil it repeatedly in a casserole. When will the herb soup be as thick as rice porridge, and when will it be poured into a bowl and brought in!" (Note 2)

"I'll go, I'll go!" Another dead soldier from Guo's family agreed and rushed forward quickly, grabbed the herbs, and walked out the door.

"Put another pack of medicine, Angelica, White Peony, Uncaria lactiflora, Gastrodia elata, chrysanthemum, Pueraria root, licorice, boil warm or slow, and set aside!"

"Cut a few windows on the top of the tent with a knife to ventilate, but don't let the wind blow to the people below!"

"Look for candles, the best candles. The less smoke, the better. Light up the room. Find a bronze mirror, the more, the better. Put me in a circle around and look at Sister Jing Niang's injured arm. Second brother, go and change your clothes, and help me and Sister Jing Niang find two sets of clean clothes. By the way, put your hands in hot water and wash them repeatedly, wash them clean before soaking them in spring!"

"Brother, please wash your hands too, and then..."

Confident and calm, like an old nationalist who has practiced medicine for decades, let the people around them unknowingly restore peace, and without realizing it, they choose to obey absolutely.

But there are exceptions. Just when Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin had just washed their hands with hot water and went to another tent to help Ning Ziming change his clean clothes, an old rebuke suddenly sounded outside the rented tent group, "Nonsense, it's simply nonsense! Use four-leaf heartbreaking grass to soak wine. Do you want to kill or save people? Also, these seven-core beauty gourds, with such a large dose, are enough to make the strong man sleep for three days and three nights. If you pour the patient down, will you let her sleep until she die?"

"Master, Master, my boss is changing clothes. You, don't go in a mess!" Guo Shu and others couldn't stop him at all, so they had to find a way to delay the time while shouting to Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming.

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, his face that had finally calmed down suddenly lost its blood. He looked at Ning Ziming and then at the Manichae pharmacist who was furious outside the house, and was in a dilemma.

"I used this method to cure Han Chongyun!" Ning Zi was not angry even though he knew that he was concerned about the situation, so he stretched out his hand and patted him on his shoulder, smiling and stressed. Then, he opened the tent door and quickly walked to the yard separated by the fence. He smiled and bowed to Wen Pi, the Manichae pharmacist who came to the door, "The master came here without invitation, I don't know what advice?"

"Of course it's to stop you from taking human life!" Manichae pharmacist Wen Ma's pure white eyebrows raised high, and his cane poked on the ground, "Boy, you don't even have all your hairs, and you dare to pretend to be a national player? Even if you start studying medicine from your mother's womb, it will only last twenty years. I don't believe that you can bring the patient back to life!"

"Hahahahaha!" A heartless laughter came from outside the low fence, and soon stopped again and turned into questioning gazes. However, it was the Manichaeist believers who had just shed tears of sympathy for Zhao Kuangyin and Han Jing at the entrance of Daguangming Temple. When they saw a furious child, they tricked the patient to treat him in a few words. They were unfair and specially invited the respected old pharmacist Wen Ma to expose the scam.

"If I don't help me, the master will have a way to pull Jing Jing Niang back from the gate of hell!" Ning Ziming's heart also felt a little anger. He smiled and his voice suddenly turned higher.

"Of course!" Wen Mai, a white-bearded pharmacist, was slightly stunned when asked, and then her face turned red. "Of course not! I have been practicing medicine for decades and have never seen anyone who has had a spasm of a golden sore and can be rescued! Baby, don't mess around. While the spasm of a golden sore has not completely attacked, she has not started to twitch all over her body, and she can send her to the God of Light, so that she can leave peacefully. If it is delayed until the symptoms break out, her whole body will be ulcerated and her life is worse than death. Even if his husband does not pursue it, how can you, your conscience be at ease?!"

"This is not a spasm of the golden sores, and it is not an incurable disease!" Ning Ziming looked at him proudly and shook his head gently, "As for conscience, as a doctor, he is just to do his best and leave his will to fate. Instead of watching the living die!"

"You?" Wen Ma, the old Manichae pharmacist, was so blocked that he couldn't breathe. He stared at the young man with his eyes wide open. His white beard shook like a horse's mane in the wind. "You, you're easy to say, do your best and leave it to fate. In the end, you're watching her die? Besides, your decoction is simply a poison. If you really feed her, it's probably no different from sending it to Da Guangming Temple! Boy, listen to me, I know that you don't want to see your companion sad, so I came up with this bad idea. Yes, but now that's it, don't deceive yourself again."

"Arsenic is also highly toxic, but it is mostly used for sores and fistulas. It's nothing more, just grasp the dose!" Ning Ziming lowered his voice and reminded with a smile. "Besides, since you have been practicing medicine for many years, have you never heard of the ancient prescription of Mafei San?"

"Ma Fei San?" Wen Ma, the old Manichae pharmacist, was slightly stunned when asked, and a few confusion flashed in his eyes. "I, of course I have heard of it, but, but hasn't that been lost for many years? Ah, I understand, you, you want..."

Suddenly, his eyes became as bright as lightning, and he took several steps back one after another, pointing to Ning Ziming, his face full of disbelief. "You have to use the Qixin Yu Meiren to numb her first. Then, then, scrape the bones, scrape the bones to treat the poison!"

As an old master of immersed in the Central Plains medical skills for decades, how could he have never heard of Hua Tuo's Mafei San and scraping the bone to heal? But, the legend is a legend after all. In today's world, who has ever seen the formula of Mafei San with his own eyes? He saw the miracle of scraping the bone to heal his wounds with his own eyes, and used it in front of him alive?

Note 1: The relatively mature distillation and wine control technology was only introduced to China during the Yuan Dynasty. However, in the Tang Dynasty, a small range of spirits appeared. The process of "Baichun" was about two distillations, and the alcohol content could reach around 40%.
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