Chapter 311
The old man is said to be a doctor who knows some medical skills. Because he was chased by the bandits to the Cliff of Breaking Soul, he stumbled and fell in a panic.
The original body did not want to ask more about this. After telling him some things here, he asked him to be a doctor in clinic, and if there was an incurable disease that could not be solved, he asked someone to look for him.
So and so, Yuanshen went to the mountains to pick medicinal herb or something with ease every day.
And just now, Lin Xining just arrived in this world, it was the original body just gathering medicine on the cliff.
Lin Xining came over, picked up the medicinal herb, sat on the original tamed tiger and left.
When Lin Xining swayed to the edge of the mountain forest, he turned over and told the big cat to leave, carrying a basket full of herbs, and one was inserted by a branch in his hand. The hare in the throat walked out of the forest.
Outside the forest, the little medicine boy who finally drove here in a donkey cart, saw Lin Xining walking out slowly carrying a hare.
Immediately stepped forward and bowed his hands respectfully.
"Master, there is a person from Clinic who fell from the sky like you did."
"That person is a young man, half dead and full of blood. Doctor Tong called I'm here for you."
Lin Xining hearing this, turned over and got on the donkey cart at a moderate pace, then took the whip handed over by the little medicine boy, and hit the donkey's belly with dexterity.
The donkey, who was jogging and walking, immediately ran up and hurried back to the town with Lin Xining and the little medicine boy.
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At this time, when I arrived at clinic, the sky was already dim, because there was no activity at night, and the merchants on the street packed up their stalls and closed their doors to go home.
Therefore, the scene of the donkey cart running back wildly on the street also attracted the attention of many people.
Special attention was paid to the previous leading yamen and doctors who were sitting at the hall. The yaja patrolling the street happened to pass by the clinic with lanterns and brightly lit, and the doctor at the hall also came out to take a look at the situation.
So when the donkey cart ran over, both of them were nervous and wanted to step forward to check the situation.
"Master! You can count back!"
When Dr. Tong saw that Lin Xining was driving in the donkey cart, he immediately called forward.
Yaye also politely handed over, and then nervously, the little medicine boy was struggling to carry the back basket down.
"Lin Divine Doctor, the young Master inside may not last long. Please go and see."
Lin Xining: "Naturally."
In this way, the three of them walked into the clinic together. The little medicine boy went to return the donkey cart.
In the hospital, Lin Xining asked someone to get some hot water, and then went to the inner hall to check the situation first.
The clean, white but callous hands turned to look at the bloodless face, and then he rubbed a few needles at random.
After rubbing the needles, Lin Xining turned around and went to the cabinet where the medicine ingredient was placed outside. A piece of ginseng sliced came over and put it in the boy's mouth to hang his life.
A series of actions made Doctor Tong, who knows a little fur, frowned.
"This child is dangerous."
Yaye hearing this also frowned, and looked a little nervous towards Lin Xining who was cleaning his hands.
"Doctor Lin Divine, can this child be saved?"
After all, this child was the first one he found, and he was still in front of him, so he could watch the child. Suffocating, I really can't make it through.
Doctor Tong is a benevolent doctor, so naturally.
Lin Xining doesn't need to look at it, knowing that in their hearts, they use the water droplets on their hands at will, and use the inside to bake off the remaining water vapor on their hands.
Then pick up the pen and ink and start writing prescriptions.
"If there is help, I will prescribe a prescription. Doctor Tong immediately took the prescription and went to the front to fetch the medicine. By the way, I fry it."
"When frying, boil the fire first. Then turn the heat to a low heat and add three bowls of water to make a bowl." Dr. Tong took the prescription Lin Xining prescribed, and took the yaman out to get the medicine and decoction, leaving the space here for Lin Xining.
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The inner hall is empty.
Lin Xining rolled up his sleeves, put away the silver needles on the boy, and quickly pressed a few acupuncture points on the boy with a little bit of inside.
Finally, he went out and asked Xiao Yaotong to fetch water and treat the wound on the boy's body that had not been treated carefully because of the silver needle inserted before.
Cleaning of cleaning, application of medicine.
When Lin Xining came back from dinner, he saw the young man lying in the inner hall with his upper body naked.
The wounds that have been treated on the body are also bandaged.
Because his wounds were mostly concentrated in the abdomen, the boy's abdomen was covered.
Lin Xining walked over and went to the courtyard behind the inner hall. From the room belonging to the original body, he took out rows of white jade needles and stuck a few needles in the heart of the original body.
Then he removed the needle and opened a hole in the index finger of the young man's right hand, using the inside to force the remaining blood out of the young man's body.
Simply use the inside to nurture his internal organs, and then take out the ginseng slices from his mouth.
The boy actually suffered internal injuries, and his injuries were not very serious either. The bleeding is more, it looks scary.
He was also stunned by the impact that fell. But his internal organs are not as deep as the original body, so the internal organs are severely damaged, and there is a little blood stasis in the lungs.
With the ability of the original body, it can be rescued, and the internal injury must be raised by himself.
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