After Yi Chuanzong had breakfast at home, he went to the yard. He tied up the thin white marble slabs he had brought, and then stacked them on the back seat of his bicycle together with two wooden boxes.
Today he made an appointment with Jing Yi for ‘treatment’.
After he told Zong Lie and others about the treatment method the day before yesterday, Jing Yi took less than a day to think about it and gave him a reply. It was exactly the kind of ergonomic engineering he mentioned.
The first two are both digging for flesh and using poison, which is a bit scary. It sounds unreliable and too troublesome.
Jing Yi was anxious to change his position. It didn't matter if he suffered a little pain, as long as he could see through it. He didn't ask for it to look good.
It is now June, and the weather will become very hot in July and August.
It's never too late.
Yi Chuanzong thought about it for a while and set the time for today.
"Uncle Chuanzong, where are you going with these stones?"
Hearing a slightly childish voice coming from behind him, Yi Chuanzong knew it was Bangge.
He had dinner with the elder, a little later, because he didn't have to go to work, so he ate a little longer. However, Qin Huairu's family had dinner very early, and the boy didn't even sleep in.
He turned around with a smile and said, "Uncle is going to go outside to treat people. These stones are tools for treating patients."
Bangge blinked his eyes in confusion and repeated: "A tool for treating a doctor? How do you treat a doctor with a stone?" An image of a broken stone on his chest appeared in his mind.
Yi Chuanzong tied the last rope tightly, then stood up with a smile, and put his big hand directly on the little watermelon's head, "Today is Children's Day, which happens to be Saturday. How are you going to play?"
Banggeng is not very happy. It’s really painful to have Saturdays and Sundays during the holidays!
I could have had an extra day off!
He replied a little depressed: "I was going to go fishing in the river with my classmates, but my mother didn't let me go."
Yi Chuanzong smiled and said: "It's just your mother not letting you go. The water in Houhai is very deep, and there is a lot of mud around it. It is too dangerous to play there."
Bangge said in a low voice: "I know, Uncle Chuanzong, you said the same."
Yi Chuanzong stretched out his hand and rubbed Banggan's little head vigorously, then took out a dollar from his arms and said: "Here, take your sister to buy some snacks for Children's Day, and be with your friends in the alley.
Look at the old man playing with the top, or else he can make two willow whistles, and it’s also good to play football and get more exercise. Why do you have to go to the river?"
Banggeng was very excited when he saw the one dollar in front of him, but he looked a little embarrassed on his little face, and he muttered, "Uncle Chuanzong, you gave me such a big sum of money." After saying that, he turned to look at himself.
Doorstep of home.
In the room, Qin Huairu turned around and looked sideways. In this way, she didn't dare to ask for the stick.
Yi Chuanzong smiled slightly, he usually gave him 10 or 20 cents, but now he didn't dare to ask for a piece. A child of this age still knows that money is a lot.
"Uncle Chuanzong is sponsoring you in advance. You will buy things for me when you grow up. Go buy some popsicles to share with your classmates, and buy some candies for your sister to eat. Take it quickly, don't let your grandma see it, or else
All points are gone.”
The stick moved slightly, and when it was blocking the view of the house, he timidly took it and said in a low voice: "Uncle Chuanzong, I will definitely return it to you in the future."
Yi Chuanzong laughed and pushed forward slightly, "Okay, let's go play. Uncle has other things to do. It's not good to be late."
"Okay, Uncle Chuanzong."
Xiao Banggeng replied and ran home in a hurry. He had no choice but to do so. Qin Huairu was staring at him and probably had to deduct his pocket money. He wouldn't let him spend it randomly if he had money. He just wanted to go out and play.
I still have to go home and take my sister with me, and I have to pass this test no matter what.
Yi Chuanzong turned around and shouted towards the first uncle's house, "I'm leaving, please don't run around at home."
"I'm not a child! Really!"
Lou Xiao'e's dissatisfied voice came from the room.
Yi Chuanzong smiled slightly, he was indeed not a child, but stupid things do not matter big or small. He pushed his bicycle and walked outside, saying hello all the way as he left Nanluogu Alley.
Following the flow of people going to work in the morning, Yi Chuanzong arrived at Tongrentang Pharmacy in Dashilar, Qianmen, in less than ten minutes.
From a distance, he saw five young men standing at the door of the drug store.
Zong Lie, Jing Yi, Peng Ruiqing, Shao Yihong, and even Wen Tao came over in military uniforms. All five of them were well-dressed, and there was a bicycle parked next to them. They were in their prime.
Yi Chuanzong smiled and came to the front, stopped his bicycle, and yelled, "Hey, there are so many people here. Why, you heard that I am going to use a knife or a hammer, are you afraid that I will hurt people?"
Peng Ruiqing smiled and replied: "What you said the night before yesterday was so scary, why don't we take a closer look?"
Yi Chuanzong shook his head and smiled, then turned to look at Wen Tao, "Have you brought the anesthetic?"
It is not that there are no anesthesia methods in traditional Chinese medicine. In the second century AD, there was Mafei powder. Local anesthesia does not need to be so troublesome. The use of medicine is just to make it more convenient and will not affect the later use of medicine.
There are less anesthetics now, so it is easiest to go through the process in the military area.
Wen Tao's face looked a little solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you really want to use the knife? It sounds very bluffing."
Yi Chuanzong laughed and said: "It's not as scary as you think. It's as simple as cutting your hand with a kitchen knife. The main reason why I want to go to my master's side is to control the patterns behind it more accurately."
Jing Yi's face twitched, it was a slap in the face!
"There are no pictures, let's go there quickly."
The main reason was that he sounded a little scared and panicked, so he used the knife on his face for no reason, which meant that he believed that Yi Chuanzong would not lie to him, and if he would not agree with what others said, he might as well not have any treatment at all.
"Okay, let's go."
Yi Chuanzong said hello, then turned the bike's head and waited for them to get on the bike.
Everyone pulled their cars over, and Peng Ruiqing asked curiously: "Zhuan Zong, why are you bringing these stones? To press the car?"
Yi Chuanzong smiled mysteriously: "Come with me, you will know when we get to the place."
Peng Ruiqing and the others followed with curiosity in their hearts.
In a small courtyard in Nanhai, Yi Chuanzong parked his bicycle at the door, untied a stack of thin stone slabs measuring 40 by 40 centimeters from the back seat of the bicycle, and then beckoned everyone to walk into the courtyard.
Peng Ruiqing and others looked at the fence in front of them and curiously looked into the small courtyard. At this time, the small courtyard was ablaze with flowers, and the flowers were placed in an orderly manner. The alternation of patterns and colors made people look inexplicable.
comfortable.
Yi Chuanzong pushed the door open and walked into the courtyard. The door was very simple. It was just two yellow rectangular wooden boards, with the bottom about thirty centimeters above the ground and the top reaching Yi Chuanzong's chest.
"Master, I'm here."
With a shout, Yi Chuanzong walked forward carelessly. When he was about to reach the door, Huang Jingyi staggered over and opened the door.
At this time, the eighty-six-year-old traditional Chinese medicine doctor became even thinner, and his eyes became cloudy.
But he greeted with a smile on his face, "I came here with my friends."
Zong Lie and others also quickly shouted: "Old sir."
Huang Jingyi nodded towards Jing Yi and others behind him, his eyes paused slightly on Jing Yi's body.
Yi Chuanzong smiled and stepped forward to support his master. As soon as he got closer, he smelled a "smell of old age". He looked at the wrinkles on his master's face that were like dead trees and the somewhat messy white hair. There was something unpleasant in his heart.
As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, Huang Jingyi cannot take good care of his own body. He also pays great attention to his diet. In the past, the smell of old age that was associated with slow metabolism and disease was not as strong.
On weekdays, Huang Jingyi always keeps himself well-kept. He is very tidy from head to toe every day, and his white hair and beard are also neat, but now they are a bit messy.
The courtyard is so beautiful and the weather is so comfortable, but Huang Jingyi is hiding alone in his room, unable to even take care of his own image.
"Master, are you going to live with me? I happen to have a house there, and you haven't seen my yard yet. Now I have planted flowers in it, and it's no worse than the one you have here."
Huang Jingyi smiled and nodded, "Let's talk later. I'll take a look at this patient first." He turned to Jing Yi and looked at him silently.
Yi Chuanzong glanced at Jing Yi helplessly and said, before seeing a doctor, you must first look at your destiny. Diseases can be easily cured, but life is hard to find.
"Master, why don't we go inside first?"
Zong Lie and others were not in a hurry. They had not only heard Yi Chuanzong complain about Huang Jingyi's medical treatment process once.
Huang Jingyi looked at it for a while, then turned slightly around Zong Lieren's face, and finally his eyes fell on Yi Chuanzong, and his expression suddenly became clear.
"Haha, okay, let's see a doctor first."
Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes helplessly. After reading his life, wouldn't he only have to see a doctor?
A group of people walked into the room. Huang Jingyi and Jing Yi were sitting at the table, and others were standing around.
"Have you chosen the kind of picture?" Huang Jingyi asked softly.
Yi Chuanzong grinned, then lifted the slate in his hand and said: "We just met today, I don't want to let him choose."
Huang Jingyi nodded slightly.
In the confused eyes of everyone, Yi Chuanzong untied the rope that tied the slate, then pulled out a slate and handed it over.
Jing Yi took it inexplicably, and the next second his face was shocked. The one carved on the stone slab was none other than himself, but the scar on his face had turned into a 'long sword' stabbing down diagonally.
Yi Chuanzong smiled brightly and passed this one first, naturally because this one was the coolest!
"It took me some time to prepare these for you. You all help him with his advice!"
After Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, someone handed out a stone slab.
"The pattern in Zong Lie's hand is an ear of wheat, which is very similar to the scar on his face, and is the same as the rank icon of a major general. A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. If you can become a major general in the future, your rank will be higher than yours. Level one, he will definitely praise you when the time comes!"
Zong Lie looked at the slate in his hand with strange eyes. Not to mention, it looked pretty good, but with such a pattern on his face, are you sure he won't be beaten to death by Uncle Jing?
"The one in Yoshihiro's hand is a spear. The painting can be turned upside down so that the tip of the spear points upward, but that would look a bit too powerful."
Shao Yihong looked at the stone slab in his hand with a wonderful expression on his face. Such lifelike carvings were really amazing. The spear pointing downwards seemed to have grown on this man's face, completely natural.
At this time, there were four words in his mind, the same skills!
It is worthy of the hands of an eighth-level fitter, and the carving skills are also so superb!
As expected of you!
"The one Ruiqing is holding is a hidden dragon. Well, I don't want to be too showy. The dragon tattoo on the face is a bit too aggressive. I just think it should be very handsome. Let everyone admire it!"
Peng Ruiqing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the stone carving in his hand. It looked good. It was full of an inexplicable aura, but it seemed a bit unserious. Is this an illusion?
"This is a knife mark in Wen Tao's hand! It was originally a fragment from a grenade, the same as a flying knife. But it is a restrained knife mark. The wound needs to heal after all. This is the most natural transformation. Even not too complicated modifications..."
Before Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, Wen Tao spoke.
"Choose this one. I think this one is good."
Jing Yi raised his head slightly, and then looked at Wen Tao.
For a moment, being speechless was better than having words.
Jing Yi didn't look at the stone carvings over there, and uttered one word in his mouth, "Okay!"
Yi Chuanzong shrugged slightly. The scar was indeed difficult to heal, but there was no direct enmity between the brothers. No one wanted that kind of thing.
Obviously the relationship between the two has improved a lot and they have reconciled, but neither of them wants to bow down first.
Nowadays, these designs are the most honest and reliable, and the one in Wen Tao’s hands is naturally the real one.
The rest are gifts for everyone.
The one in Jing Yi’s hand is the most handsome one! He is very handsome to begin with!
This thing in Zong Lie's hand is a kind of comfort. In fact, among the three soldiers, Zong Lie's character is the most suitable for being in the army.
Shao Yihong shows off his skills, and it is also the one that Yi Chuanzong took the most care to produce and took the longest time.
The dragon in Peng Ruiqing's hand is naturally majestic and domineering, which coincides with the meaning of self-power without anger. He feels that Ruiqing is a bit too honest. Only when he is angry and powerful can he be a man.
"Master, please take a look at his face and discuss how to use the knife later."
Huang Jingyi asked and diagnosed Jingyi, and then explained to Yi Chuanzong how to operate each part.
Wen Tao left midway. He was in the army and his time for leave was limited.
When the most exciting moment came, Yi Chuanzong looked at the two wooden boxes excitedly. One of the wooden boxes contained stone carving tools. He originally thought that if he was not satisfied, he would carve another one based on his opinion, but it didn't work. arrive.
He excitedly opened another wooden box, and suddenly the room was flashing with silver light, and a prop with an odd shape, either slender or generous, appeared in everyone's sight.
No need to ask, everyone knows that Yi Chuanzong stole the steel from the government!
Jing Yi swallowed secretly and asked, "Is there really no problem with using these things?"
Yi Chuanzong smiled proudly, picked up a slender silver knife and said confidently: "There is absolutely no problem, these props are all made by me myself! Each one has a precision of five microns, and the blades we usually use are all the same after they are sharpened. One hundred microns, a difference of twenty times! Much thinner than a hair!"
"This is made of titanium alloy! Its sharpness can be said to be as sharp as blowing hair, and there is no pressure when cutting meat. The one I tried to cut pork with before, stabbed the thick meat skin directly to the end, and it was
It's so silky smooth. Now that knife has been snatched away by Brother Zhuzhu! In fact, only I can use this kind of knife for a long time. Others don't have my skills! The blade curls easily."
It was okay not to say it, but Jing Yi was even more frightened when he said it, and even Shao Yihong trembled suddenly.