Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 297 Acupuncture Opens Yin and Yang, Refreshes the Mind

This half-immortal was injured differently from the others in the Yuezhou case.

He was stabbed to death with a knife, with only external wounds on his body, and he was obviously silenced.

When Cheng Cang took people there, Banxian was already in a state of shock, and now he was lying on the door panel like a blood man, looking like a corpse.

In ancient times first aid had limitations.

Xin Yi checked the wound and asked Duan Sui to come over to help.

"Open his mouth!"

Duan Sui let out an oh, and did as he said.

Xin Yi threw a few slices of thinly sliced ​​ginseng into Banxian's mouth.

"Head and torso elevated."

"Raise your lower limbs!"

Xin Yi said something, Duan Sui did one thing.

It wasn't until his hands were no longer enough that he called his attendants to help.

"It's so high, right?"

"Yes!" Xin Yi half-kneeled on the ground, carefully cleaning and disinfecting the wound with spirits.

She had no expression on her face, her lips that had been smeared with hibiscus lip balm were tightly pressed, a soft brush carefully scrubbed the wound, and then used tweezers to carefully pinch out the remaining rust when the blade was inserted into the chest, her movements were calm and smooth, There is no fear of facing blood and wounds.

People who work hard are extremely attractive, regardless of gender.

There was no sound in the inner hall, and people held their breaths.

Duan Sui looked at her in a daze.

Xin Yi turned his head suddenly: "Silver Needle!"

Only then did Duan Sui turn around, and he said yes twice, and when he looked up, he found that the master was staring at him coldly, his eyes widened in a daze, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He just looked at Xin Yi for too long...

Will Master Jiu kill him?

Duan Sui handed over the silver needle bag carefully, not daring to lift his head, let alone look at her.

Xin Yi didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment.

Banxian lost too much blood and was in a critical situation.

There are no first aid conditions such as surgery and intravenous blood transfusion here, and this half-immortal is the only survivor in the pharmacy, and is the key to solving the case. Xin Yi can't be careless at all...

Renzhong, Neiguan on the left, Ten Xuan, Neiguan on the right...

Needle by needle, Xin Yi was methodical, using the existing utensils and medicines, trying to pull this half-immortal back from the gate of hell.

"Mr. Xiaolang is very capable, who is the teacher?" An old man was aroused by seeing it, his voice was a little excited, and he couldn't help asking.

"Self-taught."

Xin Yi didn't look up, and didn't know that everyone in the inner hall was focusing on her, and they were all surprised.

Because she is too young, and Chinese medicine is very particular about experience, qualifications, and succession from teacher to teacher.

Before she came, Banxian had already been declared dead, and that old man was the best surgeon in Yuezhou City, named Wei Shou.

He shook his head after seeing Banxian's injury, and admitted frankly that this person had already stepped into the gate of hell with one foot, and he was about to find a ghost messenger to become a naturalized person. Even if Daluo Jinxian came, he couldn't save him.

"Ah!" Banxian suddenly screamed weakly.

As if he just woke up from a nightmare, his eyes looked around in a daze...

Wei Shou's complexion changed, "Acupoints open Yin and Yang, awakening the mind and returning to consciousness!"

The old man who could be Xin Yi's grandfather at this age shouted with his eyes shining, hurriedly cupped his fists and walked in front of Xin Yi, and bowed deeply to her.

"Xiao Langjun is also a god! This old man admires him very much."

Xin Yi heaved a sigh of relief, even claiming that he didn't dare to act, then slowly closed his needles, and looked at the Guangling County King who was lazily sitting on the wooden chair, half-closed his handsome eyes, and seemed reserved when others repeatedly sighed.

"Brother Nine, hurry up and ask."

Being rescued temporarily does not mean that the half-immortal will survive.

The conditions here are too crude, and the wound of the half-immortal may be infected at any time and die.

Fu Jiuqu nodded, and exchanged a glance with her, "It's hard work."

Xin Yi smiled, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "I'll wash my hands and give him some medicine."

A servant came over and led the way with his head down, "Young Lord, please come this way!"

"Thank you!"

Xin Yi strode out, and before he could wash off the blood on his hands, Sun Huai came out with a big smile.

"Miss, the Lord asked me to serve you."

The guard's eyes widened when he heard him call his wife.

Xin Yi didn't say much, took the clean handkerchief from Sun Huai, and washed it again.

"What's going on inside?"

Sun Huai said: "My lord is currently on trial. That guy just hangs his breath, and his words are not good... If you say he is lucky, he met such a genius doctor as the lady, otherwise he would not be able to express his grievances."

Xin Yi looked up hesitantly, "Wronged?"

~

To Banxian, he was really wronged.

This person was originally a gangster in the market, never a monk, a proper fake Taoist priest.

He said that it was Tan's pharmacy who hired him to set up a stall selling talisman papers in the name of a Taoist priest.

Those talisman papers were all handed over to him by the shopkeeper of the pharmacy. I don't know if they are useful for warding off evil spirits or eliminating disasters. Anyway, after selling the talisman papers, the business of Tan's pharmacy improved...

He vaguely felt that this talisman was not a good thing, but he couldn't stand the benefits that Tan's drugstore gave him, and he had been helping the evildoers.

Today, I was setting up a stall outside Yueyang Tower, and when I learned that Lord Licao had died, Banxian felt a little regretful.

Because of Xingcao, Licao, and the homes of the two deceased Tuiguan...he had all sent talisman papers.

Fu Jiuqu sat quietly, tapping lightly on the armrest with his fingertips.

"Who sent you to the homes of several adults?"

The person who was interrogating just now was Cheng Cang. If he was considered gentle, then Fu Jiuqu's coolness scared Banxian so much that he almost died on the spot.

"Yes, it's the... shopkeeper of Tan's Pharmacy."

Out of breath, as if at any moment on the verge of dying.

Xin Yi came in and saw this scene, walked up to Fu Jiuqu and sat down beside Fu Jiuqu without changing his face.

There was a chair there, and no one dared to sit on it.she sits.

There was a hint of a smile in Fu Jiuqu's dark eyes because of Xin Yi's arrival.

"How are these talisman papers different from the ones you sell in the market?"

The half fairy tilted his head, trying to see the man who was asking the question clearly, but he could only see the shadow cast on him by the setting sun coming in through the window lattice. With the tap of his finger, the shadow moved slightly, which was very frightening. He dare not lie.

"I, I see... no difference."

Fu Jiuqu paused his fingers, slowly got up and walked in front of him, "Think about it carefully."

Banxian swallowed unconsciously, his body numb from the pain.

"Small, small... oh I remembered."

Fu Jiuqu hummed softly, stroking the jade finger slowly with his fingers.

"Remember what?"

Banxian panted with difficulty, and said word by word with difficulty: "Yes, there are words... There are words in the talisman paper sent to the residence of several adults."

Xin Yi reminded him, "Every talisman paper has words."

Banxian: "No, it's not the same. The characters on those talisman papers are different."

Fu Jiuqu asked, "What did you write?"

Banxian shook his head weakly, and when he exerted force, the cut wound seemed to ooze blood, the pain caused cold sweat to form on his forehead, and his voice was so weak that it was barely audible.

"The little one is... illiterate."

After trembling, after saying these words, Banxian's breath became uneven and his voice gradually softened.

Xin Yi checked his situation.

"Passed out."

Everyone became nervous, "Then what should we do? He hasn't finished talking yet."

Xin Yi said: "He is just a pawn."

No matter how much you interrogate, there will be no more valuable things to be interrogated.

Tan's pharmacy hired him to pretend to be a Taoist priest and sell the talisman papers fed to the Mitu monks with great fanfare. It was obviously using him as a cover, using him as a gunman, and at the critical moment, there was another person who took the blame for them.

If it wasn't for Xin Yi who happened to follow Banxian today and found Tan's pharmacy, after Banxian died unexpectedly, others would only know that the poisoned talismans were made by Banxian.

"At that time, the half-immortal will be the murderer, do you have any objections?"

Xin Yi expressed his opinion in public, and everyone nodded frequently.

At this time, a middle-aged man came out and saluted everyone.

"The king of the county, Lord Zhizhou, Xiaomin has a doubt and wants to ask this little gentleman."

Xin Yi smiled slightly, "Please tell me."

The middle-aged man looked up at Xin Yi.

Mr. Xiao Lang is handsome and elegant, with a faint smile, and is very confident.

He hesitated for a moment: "Just now I heard what your lord said, all the adults died because of the crime of talisman paper?"

Xin Yi looked at him and shook his head.

"I'm not the coroner. The cause of death has to be asked by the coroner."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, "I am Wu Zuo."

"Oh." Xin Yi was not surprised, and smiled leisurely, "I would like to hear more about it."

Wu Zuo saw that her attitude was easy-going, her tone was no longer as blunt as before, and she cupped her hands and said:

"The corpses of several adults were all inspected by Xiaomin himself. They didn't die of drug poisoning, but hanged themselves."

After all, he seemed to be afraid that people would not believe him, so he took out the corpse and handed it to Xin Yi, emphasizing at the same time.

"Xiao Min accompanied his father to bury the corpse since he was a child. He has been in the business for more than forty years, and he will never miss it."

(End of this chapter)