Hearing the immature and curious inquiry from his close disciple Duan Murong, as a teacher and mother, Nianduan still didn't understand what this little girl was planning to do.
"Little clever devil!"
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Nian Duan's mouth.
But on the surface, she still had the expression of a strict teacher, pretending not to know anything.
Just think that her disciple is diligent and studious, and asks her, the master, for advice on medical skills. In this regard, she turns a blind eye and closes one eye.
While taking care of and treating the little baby girl, he gave instructions without looking back.
"When a critically ill patient falls into a coma and cannot ask about his physical feelings, then for a beginner, he can gently press the injured part and surrounding area of his body with his fingers."
"By observing the details of the patient's natural expression changes and fingertip touch, we can obtain clues about the patient in disguise."
"Coupled with looking, smelling, and cutting, and making joint inferences, we can accurately judge the final result."
The little girl Duan Murong received some casual advice from her master, and immediately ran out excitedly, forgetting even her disguise, and exposed her little thoughts on the spot.
Nian Duan in the room was seen shaking his head.
"Silly girl, with your little ability, can you deceive the master?"
"But this is good, it has aroused Ronger's eagerness to learn, and she can learn medical skills better." Nian Duan stood by the window, and through the cracks in the window, she quietly watched every move of her little apprentice Duan Murong.
"In the end, medical skills must be understood through actual diagnosis and treatment in order to gain a deeper understanding."
"That guy who doesn't look like a good person at first glance won't live long anyway, so he should be kept for Ronger to practice and increase Ronger's diagnosis and treatment experience."
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Outside the bamboo fence courtyard wall.
Si Yuan closed his eyes tightly and leaned against a nearby thick tree trunk. In his right hand, he still held the Hell-Eating Sword tightly.
Even though he was so exhausted and unconscious at this moment, his brows were still slightly wrinkled.
It's like I'm worrying about something instinctively.
The little girl Duan Murong squatted beside him, carefully untied his clothes, followed her master's instructions, stretched out a white finger, and gently pressed his chest.
The situation can be comprehensively judged through the instinctive expression changes on Si Yuan's face and the touch of his fingertips.
"There is a small amount of congestion in the lungs, which may affect breathing."
"Needs to be ruled out."
She stretched out her other white and tender hand and put it on the white-haired brother's wrist.
Take your pulse carefully and diagnose and treat attentively.
That cute little face with rosy white face is full of tenderness and compassion. Although he is still young, he already shows his good medical skills.
"The rest of the internal organs have suffered varying degrees of damage. The muscles and bones of the legs are particularly seriously damaged, with so much necrosis and damage that they will inevitably become paralyzed."
"But it seems...it's recovering on its own again?"
"How can this be?"
After being diagnosed with such a contradictory and strange result, the little girl Duan Murong was full of confusion and doubt, and fell into a state of doubting life.
This was very different from what she had learned.
"Is it because Ronger is not good at studying?"
She had no idea that the first injured person she had treated in her life had a tenacious vitality comparable to that of an undead cockroach, and the ability to recover flesh and bones was comparable to that of an earthworm.
Even if a severed limb is reborn, it is not impossible.
This is simply not something ordinary people can do.
"Is Rong'er's medical skills really that bad?" The little girl Duan Murong fell into doubts about her life, and her inner confidence was severely hit.
Looking at the pair of chapped lips, she quickly came back to her senses.
Turn around and quickly run back to the yard.
Then when the master was not paying attention, he sneaked into the master's room, took out a box of medicine needles made by the master's father, and hid it in his arms.
Then he quietly slipped out of the room and ran out to the yard.
She completely didn't notice that Master Nian Duan was watching her quietly in another room.
"Silly girl, alas..."
"I hope you won't fall in love with a man who lives by swords like Master."
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Duan Murong came outside the yard again.
He picked up a medicinal needle made by his master with his little hand, then squatted next to Si Yuan, eyes wide open, and carefully identified the acupuncture points on Si Yuan's chest.
"The center is to the right, three points and another, diagonally upward..."
After repeatedly identifying and confirming that you have not mistakenly identified the acupuncture point.
She pinched the medicinal needle in her hand and inserted it into the acupuncture point accurately, and then inserted nine silver needles into Si Yuan's chest.
It didn't take long.
The medicinal ingredients soaked in the silver needles began to dissolve the small amount of congestion remaining in Si Yuan's lung lobes and dissolve them again.
"puff……!"
Si Yuan, who was in a coma, felt discomfort in his lungs. He instinctively straightened up his upper body and opened his mouth to spit out the remaining blood stasis in his lungs.
Dark red blood splashed onto the ground nearby.
However, his breathing condition improved, and his unconscious body fell back softly, leaning against the thick tree trunk again.
"Okay, the congestion in the lungs has been drained. It seems that Ronger is not very stupid after all."
The little girl pulled out the medicine needle again and put it into a special box.
She had to return it quietly after a while. The needle could be used multiple times. She didn't worry about being discovered by the master. She thought she had been very careful.
Turn around and return to the yard.
Duanmu Rong looked around to see where the master was and determined the direction.
Then she sneaked into the master's room again, returned the medicine needle to its original position, slipped out of the room, got into the kitchen, picked up the small wooden bowl and made a bowl of water.
According to the medical skills I learned, I quickly prepared a bowl of simple nourishing concoction.
"Finally done."
Duanmu Rong gently patted the remaining medicinal residue on her white and tender hands.
Then she took out a small wooden spoon and put it into the wooden bowl. She reached out to pick up the wooden bowl and walked carefully out of the yard.
It's a pity that he is small and frail and doesn't have much strength.
Just such a bowl of soup and concoction was carried from the room to the yard. The tired little girl's face turned red, but her eyes were filled with a happy smile.
It was a simple childlike innocence, kindness and laughter that could personally treat sick and injured patients.
"Brother, you have to get well soon, that little sister is still waiting for you." Duanmu Rong muttered to herself with her pink lips while carefully feeding Si Yuan the medicine.
"If you don't get well, she may become an orphan like Ronger."
"If Ronger hadn't been lucky enough to meet her master, I'm afraid she would have died a long time ago."
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In the courtyard room.
Nian Duan stood at the edge of the window, looking quietly outside the yard.
She listened clearly to the young apprentice's low voice as he muttered to himself, and the expression in his eyes suddenly became a little complicated and difficult to understand.
"Silly girl, your parents..."
After smacking her lips a few times, she finally held back again.