Transmigration with Cheat Codes - Chapter 93

[94. Chapter 94]

Du Xiyun boldly looked at the person in the box.

Including her, most people thought that the box contained a corpse at first glance, but the young man named Meng could tell that it was a living person.

Du Qiyun: “Brother Meng, have you studied medicine?”

The young man named Meng smiled: “I know a little bit about it.”

There is heavy snow outside, and it keeps falling from the sky, seemingly without end. The latch of the door to the hall is broken. It was originally ajar, but now it has been blown wide open by the wind. From time to time, snowflakes fly into the hall. Inside.

Under everyone’s gaze, the young man Shi Shiran stood up, picked up the bamboo box he carried with him, and walked slowly to the old busker to check on his grandson.

The old man surnamed Hu considered that the scholar came with the Du family’s motorcade. If something happened, “Dingzhang” might have to anger them, so he advised: “Mr. Meng, you… what you are doing What?”

The young man surnamed Meng said with an unhurried tone, “I’ll take a look at this brother, maybe I can be of some help.”

Disciples of the Liu family heard their elders mention the insidious nature of “damage needles”. A little carelessness during treatment could lead to the death of the injured person. They also reminded: “If this brother fails…”

The young man surnamed Meng laughed: “Since this brother Gongye can only do it for two days, it is a failure and the loss is not big.”

Disciples of the Liu family: “…”

He looked at the calm-looking scholar, and then at the unmoving old man. He didn’t know which one to admire for his good attitude…

Du Qiyun on the other side had another idea – she looked at the young man named Meng taking the treatment tools from the bamboo box, and was a little curious about how the things inside were stored and why they seemed to be inexhaustible.

Many people know that the “damage needle” is very small, and once it is affected by the true energy, it will wander around in the meridians of the person, making it very elusive.

The young man surnamed Meng didn’t look special when he was seeing a doctor. He took out the brother’s arm from the black box and put it on his hand. When they saw this scene, many people in the world felt that something was wrong: Treating ordinary people is completely different from treating Jianghu people. They have seen doctors who are not familiar with martial arts treat the internal injuries of Jianghu people as chest tightness. So generally speaking, those who can treat martial arts people can also treat ordinary people, but this is not the case. Over here, it is easy for various problems to arise due to mismatched majors.

They looked at the young man named Meng and couldn’t help but worry for him.

Du Qiyun’s worries were even deeper. She had seen this young man coughing. It was obvious that his medical skills were low and he could not even cure his own illness, let alone treat others.

But Du Xiyun didn’t say anything to remind him – if “Dingzhang” knew that Brother Meng was not good enough but went ahead and slapped him, wouldn’t Brother Meng follow in the footsteps of the rich disciple in the story?

The young man surnamed Meng took the pulse, his eyes were slightly focused, and then he stretched out his fingers to press on the person – for ordinary people, this operation would only cause the “damage needles” to start running around in the meridians, but as a person with strong internal strength and People who are very good at operating details can use their true energy to weave a small cage and trap the “damage needle” in it.

The true energy was entangled like a thread, trapping the “injury needle” so much that it could not move. The young man surnamed Meng held a long golden needle between his fingertips and suddenly pierced the injured person’s heart.

——When he saw this scene, the old performer’s shoulders trembled a little, and he almost lost control and wanted to stop it.

The young man surnamed Meng picked and pulled out the golden needle from the injured man’s chest – in the light of the fire, you could clearly see that in addition to some extremely dark blood, there was also a needle thinner than a hair attached to the needle. small needle.

The onlookers were secretly wondering. Some people thought that maybe because they had been too old, people in the world had exaggerated the horror of “needle damage”. It is not that difficult to treat it in real life. Others thought that since “needle damage” “It will move with the true energy, so it may be the most correct way to let a person who has no martial arts skills but is good at medical treatment treat it.

——Although this young man’s acupuncture posture was light and agile, there was no sign of martial arts. No wonder others misunderstood him.

The blood on the tip of the golden needle was wiped away. The young man stared at the color of the blood. He was not happy about picking out the “damaged needle”, but instead felt a little solemn.

Although the injured person managed to save his life with the Turtle Breathing Technique, the internal injuries remained stagnant for too long, and he could easily lose the ability to move after he woke up.

Originally, with his “fixing palm” skills, he was determined not to be unable to clear his grandson’s meridians, but he was worried that once the blood stasis was unblocked, the “damaged needles” would flow back faster, so he hesitated to help with treatment.

The young man surnamed Meng did not ponder for too long, and stabbed nine needles on the acupuncture points around the chest – the golden needles were attached with a ray of extremely pure Xuanxu Qi. The Qi stimulated the meridians and slowly brought the injured person to life. The flow of inner energy.

This young man acted very quickly. None of the onlookers were good at medical skills and could not tell what was going on. They only saw that after the man took a needle first, the “damaged needle” that penetrated into the meridians was taken out, and then several more needles were inserted into the wound. The person’s ashen complexion had a faint aura of life, which was unbelievable.

Someone came over and said in a friendly tone: “May I ask where did you learn your medical skills?”

The young man surnamed Meng smiled and said: “There are some passed down in the family.”

Another person said: “I wonder where Xiongtai is now employed? With Xiongtai’s ability in acupuncture, he can join any sect in the world!”

The young man named Meng replied: “I’m just helping out at home.”

Everyone listened to this young man speak. Although his words were polite, they were always indifferent. They seemed not to care much about the bright future they described. For a moment, they simply wished they could help him develop some career ambitions.

Hearing this, Du Gaocan also silently corrected his previous view of the person as a “student who failed the exam”. Maybe the reason why the other person failed the exam was because studying was just a side job, and his serious career was actually a doctor.

The young man asked a passerby for some strong liquor, carefully wiped the golden needles, burned them again, and then put them away again.

The old busker: “Thank you, sir.”

It didn’t take long, but his voice became hoarse, and he was obviously very worried about his grandson’s condition.

The young man surnamed Meng smiled and said: “Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life.” He added, “Since your grandson is no longer in danger, why don’t you, old gentleman, show your dignity and stop arguing with the children?”

The disciples of the Liu family thought that this scholar was an unknown junior. Even though he had a life-saving grace, he had always heard that “Dingzhang” had a weird temper. If he didn’t want to step down, there would be more disputes, so he quickly seconded the proposal. After a while: “The King of Yezhou has always hated other people’s rude behavior, and he doesn’t like outsiders causing trouble in front of his house. Since your grandson is fine, the old gentleman doesn’t care for this brother’s sake, but also for her elder’s sake.” On the surface, give the kid another chance.”

When the young man surnamed Meng heard “King of Yezhou”, he glanced at the disciples of the Liu family, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

The old busker nodded and said to the young man surnamed Meng: “In that case, let it be whatever the young master says.” He said to the old woman with her granddaughter, “The grudge between our two families originally started from a misunderstanding. , since the child is fine, but let’s let it go, what does Madam Shanzhen think?”

——While he was talking, he was also thinking in his heart that he and the young man named Meng had just met by chance, but he had received the favor of saving his life. He would have to repay him in the future, but he didn’t know what the other person wanted. Now the hall There were too many people idle, so it was inconvenient to ask further.

The old woman also breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Just follow what Mr. Gongye said.”

——Among the people present, apart from “Dingzhang” himself, she was probably the one who was most worried about the injured person’s condition. Only when the other person’s condition improved could her granddaughter have the possibility of escaping “Dingzhang”‘s pursuit.

The old busker said hoarsely: “It’s really offending to make you two leave your hometown this time.”

The old woman patted the back of her granddaughter’s hand and said slowly: “This child acts impulsively and has never suffered a loss. This time it is just right. Mr. Gongye will teach him a lesson.”

Although she blamed him, her tone was full of love.

The old woman took her granddaughter again, asked the little girl to stand up, and bowed to the young man named Meng, thanking him for his virtue in mediating grudges – her idea was similar to “Dingzhang”, thinking about the other person’s smooth path, maybe He doesn’t have much wealth, he pretends to be a scholar, and he doesn’t know what he wants most: gold, silver, or an official position?

Madam Shanzhen pondered for a while, then looked at the other person carefully. She felt that although the young man surnamed Meng was not luxurious in his clothes, his demeanor was quite aloof, and perhaps he might not care about worldly things.

The young man surnamed Meng looked at the grandson of “Dingzhang” who didn’t look good. He rummaged through the bamboo box for a while, took out a jade bottle, poured a pill from it and fed it to him.

Someone curiously asked: “May I ask, brother, what kind of medicine is this?”

The young man named Meng replied seriously: “Longhu Dali Pill.”

other people:”……”

I don’t know whether the other party didn’t want to say the name of the medicine, or whether the medicine was really so unique in its naming.

The young man named Meng: “Oh, actually that’s not right either.”

Passers-by: “What’s wrong?”

The young man named Meng continued to say seriously: “Strictly speaking, it should be called the improved Longhu Daliwan.”

other people:”…………”

Is there any difference between the two?

No one asked in depth, so it was difficult for the young man named Meng to tell the story. The drug was actually a reward he received when he helped someone catch a rooster that escaped from the cage. It was originally a primary drug. After being improved, it became an intermediate drug. Among medicines, it is quite good and has a good effect on strengthening bones and replenishing Qi.

Others saw that this young man was good at medical skills – of course, it was possible that he was watching people treat injuries and give medicines for free without charge – so they began to consult, some for themselves and some for their family members.

A passing guest raised his hand and said, “My wife has been unable to eat since she became pregnant. I wonder if you can give me some anti-fetal medicine.”

The young man surnamed Meng thought for a while and poured a few pills.

The appearance of these pills is no different from the previous “Longhu Dali Pills”.

Du Qiyun noticed this detail and went over to ask in a low voice. The young man named Meng smiled and said in a low voice: “Actually, they are just some hawthorn pills, for appetizers.”

Putting snacks in your carry-on package is a must-have when traveling around the world. As for the two being exactly the same in appearance, that is just the personal aesthetics of the drug maker.

The junior fellow from Jinghua Temple also came over, wanting to get some medicine for his senior brother, but he couldn’t reveal their identities. He stood on the ground, looked first at the young man, then at the senior brother, and opened his mouth several times during the process. He closed it again, holding it in until his face turned red.

The young man surnamed Meng looked at him, pondered for a moment, and showed a look of sudden realization. He walked over and stuffed a pill into the senior brother’s mouth, and then said in a clear tone: “Since it’s hard to say anything, then There’s no need to say more, we just know each other well.”

A certain junior brother from Jinghua Temple: “…”

What on earth did this man feed his senior brother?

He recalled the process of the young man distributing medicines in front of him, and he later realized that all the pills seemed to be similar in appearance, and the bamboo box did not look like it could hold too many pill bottles. Looks like, if you think about it on the bright side, his senior brother might just be taking some kind of miscarriage medicine called “Longhu Dali Pill”. As for the downside, he doesn’t particularly want to think about it for the time being…[End of this Chapter.]