Lanke Chess Edge

"Master~~! Master~~~~~!"

Daotong Qiwen suddenly panicked, grabbed the Taoist priest's shoulder and wanted to shake it, but he didn't dare to shake it.

"Master! Master, don't die, master! Master, don't leave me alone! Ah~~~ Master woo!"

"Ah~~! Someone vomited blood!"

"Where is it?" "Over there!"

"Really, the table is full of blood!"

"Mother, is there any problem with the food in this restaurant?"

"Ah!?" "Sigh~~~"

"Don't scare me!"

There was a commotion in the entire lobby of the restaurant, and several shop assistants and shopkeepers also rushed here.

In the end, it's still the quickest response to the fate. Seeing this situation, I can't ignore the shock in my heart for the time being. The most important thing is to get to the doctor quickly.

"Chief Daoist Qi Wen, your master isn't dead yet! Hurry up and help, I'll carry your master back to find the doctor!"

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, find a doctor, find a doctor!"

Ji Yuan kicked away the bench next to him, saying that it was a small Taoist priest holding the hand, but in fact, his own hands lifted Qingsong Daoist's soft body, and shot at Qingsong Daoist's big acupuncture point several times. Then quickly squat on his back so that he can lie on his back.

"Aiya, gentlemen, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, the food in this building is absolutely safe, and there will never be a problem!"

The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and leaned into the corner while comforting other customers.

"What's wrong with this guest officer, he..."

"The shopkeeper! Life is at stake, tell me where there is a medical center near here?"

The shopkeeper looked worriedly at the red-stained tabletop, and answered while sweating with a handkerchief.

"Turn left to the street and turn right when you go out, there is an Anren Pharmacy Hall at the end of the street!"

"Thank you very much, everyone in the hall, don't panic, this Taoist priest has been hungry for too long and ate too hastily, causing the old disease to relapse, and it has nothing to do with the food in this Hui Guest House! The shopkeeper, if you are disturbed, don't give change at this table. It's gone!"

After saying this at a very fast speed, Ji Yuan turned his head and said to the little Taoist Qiwen:

"Little Daoist, remember to keep up!"

Without waiting for the little Taoist priest to understand the meaning of this sentence, Ji Yuan took one step forward, lined up a few diners around him, and walked through the door to the street.

"Ahhh! Wait for me!"

Daotong Qiwen hurriedly followed, but after he left the store, he saw that Ji Yuan and his master had already reached the street, so he was so frightened that he hurried to chase after him desperately.

Ji Yuan didn't use any physical skills, but he still walked like a fly, and ran as fast as if he had no weight behind his back, and his thoughts didn't stop.

This Taoist Qingsong is so accurate, especially when he vomits blood after counting, it is obvious that his body can't bear the result of the fortune-telling at all. The ability of divination.

The idea of ​​'leaving the secret' also flashed in Ji Yuan's mind.

But it is clear that this Taoist Qingsong can only be considered strong at best. After all, he is still an ordinary person, and he can't even know martial arts. So is it that the fortune-tellers who are a little capable in this world have the ability, or is the Taoist Qingsong especially strong. ?

Even in the past life, fortune-telling is sometimes really mysterious. A capable fortune-teller can calculate many things accurately. If you want to come to this world, it is not too bad.

Ji Yuan didn't think about it anymore. The top priority now is to save the person. In the end, it's because he has to tell his fortune that the other person has fallen to this point. It's not worth a life for a meal!

Even though the spiritual energy was input, Daoist Qingsong on his back was still as angry as a gossamer bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

'Don't really die! ’

. . .

This time, the search for a doctor to save people was much smoother than the last time when the doctor rescued the fox. When Ji Yuan rushed into the Anren Pharmacy Hall and shouted for the doctor to save people, the old doctor hurried to see the doctor.

Together with the help of the in-store clerk, Daoist Qingsong Qi Xuan was placed on the bed in the inner hall, and Xiao Daoist Qi Wen went to the medicine hall panting not long afterward.

In the inner hall of Anren's Pharmacy Hall, the old doctor's brows were furrowed, his pulse was pounding, and his eyelids turned to his eyes.

"Doctor, my master..."

"Shh! Little Daoist, don't disturb the doctor's diagnosis!"

The old doctor looked at Qi Wen and then at Ji Yuan.

"This Taoist priest has a weak vitality, and a martial arts master sealed his acupuncture point with the method of acupoint sealing, and it seems that he has taken some life-sustaining tonics to survive until now. I am going to supplement it with medicine and smoke. On the premise, give acupuncture a try, anyone of you who knows martial arts and acupuncture points, come and help me!"

"Doctor, please help, I'll help you!"

Ji Yuan hurriedly stood up.

"Well, take off his clothes, let the other people go out, Mu'er is going to smoke mugwort, Ruo'er brings me some sets of silver needles!"

…

There were only a few people in the inner hall of the Anren Pharmacy Hall who were in charge of medical treatment, and Qi Wen was also brought to the outer hall by an in-store assistant of the old doctor.

The doctor in the seventies and eighties grasped the silver needle with a sharp look in his eyes. He didn't even look at Ji Yuan, and his voice was full of anger.

"Tap on his acupoints, seal his Sanjiao, and don't let him let out his breath! I'm going to give needles!"

"it is good!"

Ji Yuan also saw sweat on his forehead, and his nervousness was not necessarily lower than before the last battle with Orochi. His fingers turned into phantoms and connected points on Taoist Qingsong.

The old doctor, on the other hand, learned to stimulate the needles for those whom Ji Fate had ordered. At each stage, the apprentices on the side would come up to smoke moxa.

After about half an hour, Daoist Qing Qing had been pierced by silver needles like a hedgehog.

"This gentleman, when I remove the silver needle, I'll ask you to input your true qi to protect his heart!"

"Um!"

Ji Yuan didn't have time to wipe off his sweat now, and while the old doctor and his apprentice were all focused on Daoist Qingsong, the small water avoidance technique was used, and the sweat on the surface of the body and face all flowed backwards, and after gathering, it oozes out from under his feet.

After withdrawing the silver needle and breathing in, another half a quarter of an hour passed, and now there is an old doctor who is constantly pressing the back of Daoist Qingsong with both hands.

'This doctor is even more powerful than Ning An's Doctor Tong! ’

This is Ji Yuan's evaluation in his heart.

…

The whole rescue process lasted for an hour in total, and it was far more difficult and complicated than the last time to rescue the Red Fox. Ji Yuan felt as if he had personally experienced a major operation in later generations.

At this time, Taoist Qingsong was lying on the bed. Although his breath was still weak, at least he could tell that his breath was steady.

"Huh... The old man thinks he can't be saved. It seems that the internal energy of the Jianghu masters is really amazing, and the doctor should practice it too!"

The old doctor sat down on the chair beside him from exhaustion long ago, sighing while wiping his sweat.

Ji Yuan did not point out the misunderstanding of the old doctor. After all, if a doctor really learns internal skills, although it is not as good as spiritual energy, it is also helpful for curing diseases.

"Doctor, how long will he wake up?"

"I don't know, but it can't be ventilated for the time being, and it can't be contaminated with wind and evil, otherwise it's all in vain, just wait a while."

"Um!"

. . .

It was already evening. In the inner hall of Anren's Pharmacy Hall, the unconscious Taoist priest was covered with a thin quilt, with sandalwood beside him.

Ji Yuan, Qi Wen, and a pharmacy staff were by the side, while the old doctor slept and continued to look at the shop outside.

When Taoist Qingsong slowly woke up, the first thing he saw was the beam of the inner hall.

"Ho.... water... water..."

Daoist Qingsong made a hoarse sound, which lifted the spirits of the three waiting people.

"I'll get it!"

The shop assistant immediately got up and went to get the warm qi tea that had been brewed for a long time, while Qi Wen grabbed by the bed with tears in his eyes.

"Master... uu... I told you not to talk nonsense... uuu..."

The shop clerk hurried over with a bowl of tea, leaned over to the bed and lifted Daoist Qingsong's head.

"The water is coming, the water is coming!"

"Come on, be careful, drink slowly!"

After taking a bowl of warm water, Daoist Qingsong felt much more comfortable, and he was alive. He patted the apprentice who was still crying, and turned to look at Ji Yuan, who didn't speak.

"Heh... I know... what is it to be ignorant of the number of days that I don't know... I think I didn't count the death of my husband, but my own death..."

Ji Yuan bowed his hands apologetically.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Tired ended up like this..."

Being able to speak, proves that the life is saved, and when it comes to this plan, it is also a joke.

"Presumably the Taoist priest won't want to take a closer look at Ji's face and palm."

Daoist Qingsong raised his left arm tremblingly, looked at his palm, and a faint blood line in the hand pattern ran across half of his palm.

"No... When I just woke up... I just took a good look at Mr.'s face..."

As soon as these words came out, even Ji Yuan was stunned for a while, not to mention the little Daotong, this is really a long memory!

"This little doctor, I still want to drink some water, please pour me another bowl!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

I just heard that the pharmacist in the misty atmosphere grabbed the pottery bowl and ran away.

As soon as he left, Daoist Qingsong's attention returned to Ji Yuan.

"Uh ho... ho... Mr. can't see through his face at all. The more he looks at it, the more confused his heart becomes. It must be the same with palmistry... Mr.... You are not a mortal, are you?"

Xiao Daotong Qi Wen looked at Ji Yuan in astonishment, and the latter frowned.