Seeking medical treatment is like asking God, and praying devoutly when in trouble.
Li Qinzai led his army to travel hundreds of miles and went to great lengths to invite this goddess doctor, who was well-known among the people.
Until Jin Dayan entered the commander's tent, Li Qinzai felt uneasy again.
Although Li Qinzai grasped her weakness, and although he intuitively believed that she would not harm Li Ji's life,... the stakes of this gamble were too high, and Li Qinzai felt scared from the bottom of his heart.
After Jin Dayan entered the handsome tent, Li Qinzai kept pacing back and forth outside the handsome tent, frowning.
People are so contradictory. When they can't find a famous doctor, they end up in poverty and fall into hell.
After finding a famous doctor, I felt all kinds of distrust and suspicion, and always felt that she had hidden evil intentions.
The generals of the Tang army were also waiting outside the commander's tent, and everyone's expressions were solemn and anxious.
Seeing Li Qinzai pacing back and forth, Qibi Heli became more and more nervous.
"Jingchu, can this miracle doctor you hired be reliable?"
Li Qinzai sighed: "It took a lot of trouble to find her. As for her medical skills and conduct, I really don't know."
Qi Bi Heli frowned and said: "Looking at the girl's face, she doesn't look like a villain, but we and she are enemies after all. If she murders the British father secretly, no one will be able to see her method."
Li Qinzai became more and more panicked. He hesitated for a while, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Su."
Feng Su stood up and said, "Here you are!"
"Bring me a dagger."
Feng Su took out a small dagger from his pocket and offered it with both hands.
Li Qinzai stuffed the dagger into his arms. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly opened the curtain of the handsome tent and walked in.
In the commander's tent, the military officers formed a circle in front of the bed, and many candles were lit around them, illuminating the tent brightly.
Jin Dayan squatted in front of the bed, taking Li Ji's pulse and opening his eyelids.
After Li Qinzai came in, the doctors all consciously made room for themselves.
Approaching the bed, Li Qinzai couldn't help but be startled when he saw Jin Dayan's appearance.
During the past few days of marching, she had always given him the impression of being timid and introverted, like a housebound lady who had never seen the world and was timid.
But at this moment, after Jin Dayan took a pulse, her whole temperament was completely different.
There was an authoritative and holy light on her face, and every frown and every frown was unmistakable, like a god who judged life and death, looking down at the creatures in the world indifferently.
Li Qinzai held his breath and stood quietly by the bed.
After a long time, Jin Dayan withdrew her hand from Li Ji's pulse and said calmly without looking back: "Why do you still invite me if you don't believe me?"
He didn't mention anyone by name, but Li Qinzai knew that this was meant for him.
Li Qinzai was silent for a moment and said: "If I had a choice, I would definitely not invite you."
After a pause, Li Qinzai added: "He... is very important to me, very, very important. He is my grandfather."
Jin Dayan was startled and stopped moving her hands.
After a while, Jin Dayan started moving again, touching the back of Li Ji's head to explore the injured part of the brain.
Li Qinzai said nervously and anxiously: "How? Is there still hope?"
Jin Dayan said coldly: "It's a bit tricky. If the accident could have been treated in time, the result would have been much better. I can't say for sure now."
"Please try your best to treat me, Jin... the miracle doctor."
"You don't need to call me a miracle doctor. I'm just a mortal. I can only cure immortal diseases." Jin Dayan's tone was as cold as ice.
Next, Jin Dayan asked the doctor to bring boiling water, candlesticks, and silver needles.
Then he asked Li Qinzai to turn Li Ji's body over, with the back of his head facing outward.
After roasting a half-foot-long silver needle on a candle flame, it was soaked in boiling water and finally wiped clean with a clean towel.
Holding the silver needle in her hand, Jin Dayan stared at the back of Li Ji's head for a long time. After taking a few deep breaths, the silver needle slowly probed the injured area on the back of Li Ji's head.
Li Qinzai stood behind her, clenching his fists, and his body was so nervous that he was trembling slightly.
He did not understand traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, so he saw Jin Dayan stabbing more than a dozen needles into the back of Li Ji's head. He did not know what acupuncture point they penetrated. The silver needle remained in Li Ji's skull, and he flicked it a few times with his fingers.
The silver needle was trembling, and Li Qinzai and the doctors in the tent stared at the needle's area without blinking, not even daring to breathe for fear of interfering with Jin Dayan's treatment.
Jin Dayan was unhurried, not caring that the silver needle was still in Li Ji's skull. Instead, she put her hand on Li Ji's pulse, closed her eyes and frowned, waiting for something quietly.
After about an hour of burning incense, a doctor lost his voice and said: "The silver needle has caused congestion!"
Li Qinzai looked intently and saw that the color of the dozen or so silver needles on the back of Li Ji's head had changed, turning black and red. Li Qinzai knew that it was congestion in Li Ji's skull that had been drained out through the silver needles.
The congestion flowed out along the silver needle, until it reached the end of the silver needle, condensed into a drop, and finally dripped down.
Li Qinzai was overjoyed and looked at Kim Dayeon with gratitude in his eyes.
Jin Dayan's expression remained unchanged, and she did not look at the congestion on the silver needle. Instead, she stood up and walked to the other end of the tent, wrote the name and weight of the medicinal materials on the table, wrote two prescriptions in total, and handed them to a Famous doctor.
"Go and boil the medicine, take one part internally, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and boil the other part into a paste for external application."
The doctor hurriedly left the handsome tent as if holding a treasure.
Li Qinzai looked a little excited and his voice trembled: "Rescued?"
Jin Dayan said calmly: "I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"I only did what I should do, what I knew how to do, and what I could do. Whether I can survive depends on his fate."
Li Qinzai frowned. He knew that Jin Dayan was telling the truth, but the truth didn't sound good.
Removing congestion with silver needles is a long process. Seeing drops of congestion dripping along the silver needles, Li Qinzai felt a little more at ease.
In any case, at least the treatment process was relatively smooth, and Li Ji was one step away from death.
Everyone in the tent was waiting for the blood to drain away, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly silent.
Jin Dayan squatted in front of the bed, placed her delicate hand on Li Ji's pulse, and said without looking back: "He is your grandfather and the coach of the Tang Army, right?"
"how do you know?"
"This tent is different from other tents. It should be a military commander's tent. The person who can live in the commander's tent, who is not the commander?"
Li Qinzai nodded: "Yes, he is the British Duke of the Tang Dynasty and the general manager of the Liaodong Road March, Li Ji."
Jin Dayan's expression remained indifferent, her eyes staring at the back of Li Ji's head.
"Your grandfather is very lucky..." Jin Dayan said suddenly.
Li Qinzai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Why did you say this?"
"Although the injured part is a vital part, it avoids the critical acupuncture points, so it is not that troublesome to treat. If the congestion can be drained, there is a high chance that you will survive."
Li Qinzai was overjoyed: "Really?"
Jin Dayan ignored him and just stared at the silver needle on the back of Li Ji's head.
I waited for more than an hour, which seemed like a lifetime.
Li Qinzai found that the blood on the silver needle had almost stopped dripping, and it was obvious that the blood in the skull was almost drained away.
Jin Dayan still didn't make any move, just closed her eyes and waited quietly.
I don't know how long it took, but Li Qinzai's legs were almost numb. Finally, Jin Dayan suddenly opened her eyes and said calmly: "It's almost time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ji on the bed suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his eyelids trembled slightly.