Huang Xiaoshi was sleeping in his room when a sudden knock on the door woke him up.
Last night, Huang Xiaoshi returned to Luoyang overnight after escaping from Shaolin Temple. When he was lying on his little bed, it was still dark.
After struggling for a day, Huang Xiaoshi finally had no energy left to practice, so he rested his head on the pillow and fell asleep in just a few breaths.
It's almost noon and I haven't gotten up yet, but Huang Xiaoshi is a famous night owl, and everyone knows his daily routine. Mr. Shi likes to sleep until he wakes up naturally.
Unexpectedly, Huang Xiaoshi, who was sleeping soundly and still in his dream, was awakened by the sound of "dong dong dong".
"Who is it?" Huang Xiaoshi's tone was rather unkind.
In fact, when people are awakened in a light sleep state, that is, when they are dreaming, their mood will be worse.
It feels very much like when you are in high spirits while playing a game, and suddenly someone forcibly dials your phone.
This time no one dared to kick Huang Xiaoshi's door. By the time he got up slowly, sat on the edge of the bed to clear his head, and then went over to open the door, a long time had passed.
In fact, this is the normal startup speed of the human brain. The kind of waking up instantly in deep sleep is called rapid startup. Some doctors have said that it is not good for the brain in the long run.
After Huang Xiaoshi opened the door, he found that standing in front was a disciple of Shennong Baicao Sect, and behind him were two monks.
Uh, no way, there was a commotion in the Shaolin Temple last night, and you guys came to the door so quickly?
"Amitabha." A monk finally opened the door when he saw Huang Xiaoshi. He first made a Buddhist salute to Huang Xiaoshi.
Fortunately, the disciples of Shennong Baicao Gate repeatedly emphasized to the two monks along the way that Master Huang likes to sleep in and is prone to getting up, so he should be more considerate.
It's okay, after all, you are asking for help from others, so you can tolerate your anger even if you can't bear it.
It's not bad, as a monk has been eating fast and chanting Buddha's name for so many years, and I don't talk much about it, so I always have a little patience.
Otherwise, he would really have kicked the door open.
Huang Xiaoshi looked at the two monks outside the door in surprise, and said politely to them: "Two masters, please come in, please come in."
"Master Huang, we are Shaolin disciples." The monk addressed Huang Xiaoshi as the master, not the benefactor. Huang Xiaoshi knew that this was the value of the matter.
In other words, this is not a private matter, it is Shaolin Temple looking for Shennong Baicaomen, either to do something with it, or to cause trouble for it.
"Please tell me if you have something to say." Upon seeing this, Huang Xiaoshi stopped being polite. He said if he had something to say, everyone would save time.
"Last night, villains attacked the Shaolin Temple at night. Uncle Master was seriously injured. I hope Master Huang will help him." The monk said to Master Huang.
"Seriously injured?" When Huang Xiaoshi heard this, he came to seek medical treatment.
It is my duty, [Medical Master] Huang Xiaoshi, to save lives and heal the wounded!
"Internal injury or external injury? Where is the injury? How is the condition of the wound? How is the injured person's current condition?" Huang Xiaoshi asked repeatedly.
"The external kidney was injured and is now as swollen as a fist. Uncle Master is unconscious."
"What kind of thief could do such a cruel thing!" Huang Xiaoshi was shocked. He said to the two monks, "Master, don't worry, I'll just get a medical kit."
Huang Xiaoshi turned around and went back to his room. He took down a wooden box from the cabinet at the end of the bed. He opened it and took a quick look. Everything was complete. This was all the belongings of the barefoot doctor Huang Xiaoshi.
Although the box is small, this set of equipment has already surpassed 99.99% of doctors in the world today.
As for why he dare not say 100%, it is because Huang Xiaoshi is afraid that he is too proud.
The three of them followed Huang Xiaoshi in a hurry in the courtyard, when Huang Xiaoshi suddenly braked and stopped.
"Master, can you ride a horse?" Huang Xiaoshi asked the two monks?
"No." Both monks shook their heads.
They are both poor monks. How can they afford to learn equestrian skills? The two of them ran here from Shaolin Temple early this morning.
A full marathon of eighty miles, running from Songshan Shaolin Temple to here, is equivalent to a marathon and a half.
Not bad, it was not even noon when we got here.
Or maybe the two of them set off just after dawn, which meant that Wuming was seriously injured.
"It's not too late." Huang Xiaoshi said to the monk: "Rescuing people is like putting out fire. I'll ride over first, and the two masters will slowly come over later."
After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi turned around and walked towards the stable.
Although rescuing people is like putting out fire, Huang Xiaoshi would definitely be faster than a horse if he used his inner strength to run toward the Shaolin Temple.
But this is not really because his house is on fire. Besides, Ji people have their own destiny. Huang Xiaoshi thinks that Wuming is not a short-lived person, and he will not miss this little time.
Huang Xiaoshi arrived at the stables and asked the horse steward to choose a horse in good condition for him. After getting into the saddle, Huang Xiaoshi headed towards the Shaolin Temple.
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Wei Ming originally had to go to Wangyou Valley several times a day no matter how busy or tired he was, but he hadn't been to Wangyou Valley for several days.
On this day, he finally finished what he was doing and came to the Valley of Forgetting Worry with his head hanging down.
As soon as Fengchuixue saw Weiming coming, he led him to sit down in the small shed he had built in a sheltered area and poured him a bowl of hot wine.
After drinking a bowl of hot liquor, a fire started burning in Wei Ming's stomach. It was so exciting!
"What's wrong?" Seeing that Weiming was in a better mood, Feng Chuixue asked him in a low voice.
Feng Chuixue is extremely docile towards Wei Ming, which is in sharp contrast to her attitude towards other people.
"Xuemei, something happened to the second senior brother." Wei Ming said tiredly to Feng Chuixue.
Second senior brother?
Feng Chuixue raised his head and thought for a moment, that Jingji who is accustomed to using swords, has a strong personality, has a bad temper, and has a bad mouth?
Different people have different labels for the same thing in their minds. To be fair, Feng Chuixue gave this label to Jingju. It was considered very polite.
Hearing Weiming's sad sigh, Feng Chuixue obediently said nothing.
At this time, women need to listen more and ask less questions. When men want to say something, they will naturally tell you.
Weiming poured himself another bowl of wine, and then told the story about the thorns intermittently.
Another Tianlong Sect?
Feng Chuixue frowned.
Yesterday, two uncles came to see me and talked about the Tianlong Sect.
Feng Chuixue had nothing to say to them, so the two of them left disappointed after their trip was in vain.
In other words, Feng Chuixue really didn't know anything. She had never heard of a person named Heavenly King at all.
The biggest secret that Feng Chuixue really knew was the identity of the lord of Tianyi City, but she didn't know that Jiang Tianxiong was the guardian of the Heavenly King.
Feng Chuixue also knows another key information, but this key information is useless when there is no other information.
The Lord of Tianyi City once issued an order prohibiting all assassins from breaking into Jiang Mansion.
At first glance, this command seems fine.
Jiang Tianxiong is the boss of Tianyi City, so naturally he does not want to see the people in his house assassinated by Tianyi City.
But if you think about it carefully, you will find that this order is not quite right.
Because it does not say "it is forbidden to assassinate people in Jiang's mansion", it just says "it is forbidden for assassins to enter Jiang's mansion".
Therefore, even Feng Chuixue, who had a conflict with Jiang Yu after disguising herself, never entered the Jiang Mansion.
This is a piece of information that is easily overlooked. Only those who know other information or are good at discovering details will realize that there is something wrong with this command.
If you add other information, this command is actually very clear.
Jiang Mansion is a prison where the King of Heaven is imprisoned. Jiang Tianxiong is worried that after the killer accidentally enters Jiang Mansion, unnecessary misunderstandings will occur, which will lead to irreparable consequences.
This consequence may not be as simple as losing a few killers.
This shows that when the Heavenly King was imprisoned, a clear bottom line was drawn, that is: no one should be allowed to privately rescue Li Cangtian in any way.
At the critical moment, it would be better to kill Li Cangtian in an underground prison than to let him see the light of day again.
As a result, because some other information was currently lacking, the two key pieces of information Feng Chuixue knew did not play their due role.
Of course, Feng Chuixue never cared about the king.
An old man whom he has never met, whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.
As long as Brother Weiming can stay by his side, that's enough.
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The whole journey was so fast that Huang Xiaoshi arrived at the Shaolin Temple in less than an hour.
After jumping off the horse, he left the horse with Zhike Monk. Needless to say, there was already a monk who was waiting so hard that smoke was coming out of his head that he took Huang Xiaoshi and trotted towards the temple.
Wu Ming is not just a disciple of the Wu Zi generation in Shaolin Temple, he is already the designated person to be the next Shaolin Temple abbot.
The Wuming retreat on life and death was originally a procedure before taking over as host.
At this juncture, Wuming, who was locked in a stone tower and in retreat, was seriously injured by the thief.
Such a bizarre thing, I really don’t know how it happened.
Wuming has been unconscious since he was rescued from the tower yesterday. After checking his injuries, the Shaolin medical monk was helpless.
At this time, a monk with a quick mind thought of the Shennong Baicao Gate in Luoyang.
Even though Shennong Baicao Sect is just making balls and selling medicine, their sect leader Huang Xiaoshi is a famous miracle doctor.
Abbot Wuyin made a quick decision and immediately sent his disciples with quick legs and feet to Luoyang to ask for help.
At this time, a group of monks gathered around Wuming's bed. As soon as Huang Xiaoshi passed by, everyone quickly and consciously made way for him.
Wuming was lying on the bed. His upper body was covered with a thick quilt, his pants were removed from his lower body, and his legs were spread wide.
Huang Xiaoshi took a closer look and realized that it was really swollen!
Pressing down the thought of being surprised and wanting to laugh, Huang Xiaoshi held a pure white and holy heart of saving lives and healing the wounded, stretched out two fingers and pressed on the swelling.
After a while, Huang Xiaoshi turned to the people around him and said, "Internal bleeding is very serious."
Unfortunately, one of Colorless's arteries was ruptured.
Fortunately, the outer capsule wrapped the blood, and due to the huge pressure, it stopped the bleeding.
However, the wound on the artery has not healed, and if the blood pressure in the outer sac is too high, it may rupture elsewhere.
"Come on, come out with me." Huang Xiaoshi led a group of people out of the door. After looking around, he asked everyone, "Where is there any open space? It's best if there is no wind."
Later, Huang Xiaoshi was taken to an open space, which coincidentally was in the stone tower courtyard.
Huang Xiaoshi closed his eyes and felt it. It was okay. The wind was not strong. Then he opened his eyes and said to the monks around him: "Prepare some bamboo poles and cloth for me immediately. If you don't have cloth, you can use clothes."
As Huang Xiaoshi spoke, he raised his palms upward, raised five fingers and gestured to the monks, saying: "Bring the unknown master to me, including the person and the bed, and then surround the bed to form a roofless one for me.
Cloth apron.”
Huang Xiaoshi is preparing for surgery.
It's daytime now and there's plenty of light. All you need to do is use a cloth to block the surrounding wind.
After hearing what Huang Xiaoshi said, most of the monks ran to get busy, and there were three monks who accompanied Huang Xiaoshi.
Huang Xiaoshi asked the three monks, "Where is the well? I want clean well water."
When he arrived at the well, Huang Xiaoshi asked the monk to bring him water. He took off his coat and wrapped it around his head. Anyway, his coat and hair were dirty, so it was better to wrap them together like this.
Afterwards, Huang Xiaoshi washed his hands several times carefully until they were red.
Back in the yard, the bed had been brought over, and the cloth and bamboo poles were ready.
It's just that the cloths are all long strips of cloth hung during rituals, and they are yellow and orange.
Yellow is good. I heard that hanging yellow cloth means praying for peace. It is just right to use it at this time.
Walking into the enclosure, Huang Xiaoshi asked someone to close the gap. Now, in addition to Wuming who was in a coma, there were two middle-aged monks in the enclosure who were Huang Xiaoshi's assistants.
Huang Xiaoshi locked [Warrior Sense] on Wuming, and Wuming still fell into a coma. Although his heartbeat and pulse were slow, they were steady and strong.
However, Huang Xiaoshi was afraid that Huang Xiaoshi would jump up suddenly as if he was killing a pig.
Huang Xiaoshi did not invent anesthetics, but he did have physical immobilization methods.
Hands are like the wind, power is like lightning!
Huang Xiaoshi reached out with both hands and instantly tapped no less than thirty large acupuncture points on Wuming's body.
"I used the acupuncture technique to seal the flow of Qi and blood of the unknown master, but it cannot last long, otherwise his life will be in danger." Huang Xiaoshi asked the two of them, "I need to time a stick of incense, which one of you can do it within the time?"
allow?"
As soon as Huang Xiaoshi finished asking, the tall monk on the left said: "I have recited the Duo Heart Sutra three times, which is exactly the time it takes to burn an incense stick."
"Okay. Master Lao will time it for me." Huang Xiaoshi said to the short monk, "I can't touch my hands with foreign objects. Whatever I shout, you give me something to use."
"Okay." The two monks said in unison.
Then, the tall monk turned around and began to recite the "Duo Heart Sutra" silently. The short monk picked up the wine gourd, poured out the strong liquor in the gourd, and washed Huang Xiaoshi's hands and knives.
The sword follows your heart, but its power is invisible.
Huang Xiaoshi picked up the scalpel handmade by Fang Yunhua himself and cut into the swollen external capsule.
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"Senior Brother Wuming is awake!"
A young monk ran over excitedly and said.
"Okay." Huang Xiaoshi put down the tea bowl in his hand and said to Abbot Wuyin, "I'll go over and take a look first."
"Thank you, Master Huang." Abbot Wuyin quickly stood up and bowed to Huang Xiaoshi to thank him.
Seeing Huang Xiaoshi hurriedly leaving, Abbot Wuyin let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, we invited Master Huang to come, and he turned out to be a master of medicine and a master of rejuvenation.
The maximum time limit set by Huang Xiaoshi for the operation was one stick of incense. As a result, Monk Xu Nian had just finished reciting the "Duo Heart Sutra" once, and Huang Xiaoshi was already finished.
Listening to what Monk Xu Shi said, Master Huang was so confident that his moves were like flowing water, fast and steady, and dazzling.
After completing the suturing, Huang Xiaoshi applied medicine and bandaged Wuming. After this was completed, he covered Wuming with a quilt, and the monk waiting outside carefully opened the apron.
No one expected that it would be over so quickly. Could it be that it was really cut with one knife?
Without bothering to change out of his bloody clothes, Huang Xiaoshi explained the operation process to Master Wu Hui.
"Heavy internal arterial bleeding.
I cut open the outer capsule, drained away the congestion, pierced the hair with an embroidery needle, sewed the blood vessels shut, and then sutured the outer capsule.
Don't worry, abbot, after this wound heals, it won't affect peeing, your beard won't fall out, and it won't affect your childbirth."
Huang Xiaoshi’s last three points may seem like nonsense, but they are not necessarily so.
After all, monks are different from eunuchs. A monk is a monk, but not everyone can calmly accept that they are not born.
Originally, everyone thought that even if Wuming saved his life, he would still become an eunuch.
But eunuchs can do it, and they still have a life left.
As a result, after Huang Xiaoshi came over, he stretched out his hand and cut the mess with a sharp knife. It was done in less than a stick of incense, and he said that it would have little impact on Wuming in the future.
God, this is the real miracle doctor!
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Huang Xiaoshi had just gone out when a monk ran over to Abbot Wuyin and said, "Abbott, Master Wuming asked you to come over."
When Abbot Wuyin rushed to Wuming's bedside, Huang Xiaoshi had just finished taking Wuming's pulse, and he was explaining Wuming's post-operative care to others.
"I know you monks don't kill, but you can find some eggs for him to eat."
The so-called orphan eggs refer to eggs laid by hens without roosters. Such eggs cannot hatch chicks, so eating them by monks does not count as killing.
Usually, there are farmers around the temple who raise hens in large numbers and let them lay eggs.
After Abbot Wuyin came over, Wuming said with difficulty to him: "The things belonging to the King of Heaven have been taken away."
With this sentence alone, everyone present knew that the general trend of the world was about to change.