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Chapter 249: The Medicine King is truly a God

After Xia Lin finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on it, holding the small gourd, burning a small dagger with charcoal fire in his hand, muttering something, but in fact he was singing the song of the Lone Brave Man.

Then he used the heated and sterilized dagger to cut the boil on the child's back, and yellow pus gushed out immediately. Although it was cruel, he still squeezed out the pus amid the child's screams. He then disinfected the wound with strong liquor and finally sprinkled penicillin powder on it. At this time, the child's face was pale with pain, which was really heartbreaking to see.

Don't talk about whether he is allergic or not at this moment. If he is allergic, it can only be said that this kid's life has come to an end. If he still cares about whether he is allergic or not, it is actually like questioning whether giving first aid to a drowning person will break his ribs. He will be criticized.

"Take it home and take one dose, the size of a fingernail, once in the morning, noon and night with warm water. If you feel better in three days, you will be cured. If not, you will die."

What else can the parents say? They are just trying to save the situation as the local doctors don't have any particularly good solutions. The disease has been recurring for more than a month and it's obvious that the child is dying.

At this moment, there are actually quite a few people who are still waiting and watching. Those who come to see Xia Lin are all in similar situations, and he is also very selective. For some diseases, he really has no treatment...

Just now, there was someone carrying over an old man in his seventies who was in a vegetative state due to a stroke. Xia Lin cursed in his heart. This was a problem that even postmodern medicine couldn't solve. What was the point of asking him for help?

But basically, those old age diseases in the corners are still rare. After all, these days, the probability of death from hypertension and coronary heart disease is very high. Most of them are problems caused by infections, which will not cause death so quickly, and it is difficult to treat.

And this is exactly what antibiotics are good at.

Today, Xia Lin saw fifty patients from morning to night, and the rest will come tomorrow. He said that he is too old to use magic to condense another person's body for a long time, and three days is the limit.

Of course, this is in the tone of the Medicine King...

The main reason is that Xia Lin doesn't dare to continue the treatment. If one or two people die, it means bad luck. If the number of people increases, what if it exceeds 80%? Then the cow will be ruined.
After the first night, Xia Lin was actually very nervous. Although this kind of trick of pretending to be a ghost could easily deceive people here, if he failed, the Medicine King would definitely not let him off easily...

So at dawn the next day, he sat on the street again. There were still soldiers guarding him. In front of him was an incense burner with three incense sticks in it. He had a blank expression and a solemn look, and he tried his best to imitate the demeanor of the Medicine King.

Imitation is not his strong point, but he can do it tolerably well. But I hope there won’t be any patients with femoral head necrosis, liver cancer, lung cancer or the like coming here today. There is really no cure for them. If he insists on treating them, they will surely die.

Soon, many people gathered below. They came to see the living god cure diseases and save lives. The first people to come today were the family of the child whose carbuncle was cut and pus was drained by Xia Lin yesterday.

Xia Lin originally thought that they were here to cause trouble, but who knew that the child they were carrying was in a completely different condition today. His father took off the child's clothes, and there was still some redness and swelling around the boil, but it was obviously beginning to show signs of healing.

Moreover, the child's fever had subsided. Children recover quickly, and in just one day he had gone from looking so sick to being able to stand up straight and look around.

Seeing this scene, Xia Lin couldn't help but pray in his heart, "God bless you."

At this time, the child's family, young and old, had already knelt down on the stage, kowtowed again and again, crying and calling for a miracle doctor.

At this point, everyone couldn't help but believe it. The effect was obvious. The ulcer would be cured in just one day. If this wasn't a miracle doctor, then what could it be?
After that, many people came to give feedback, saying that the medicine cured their illness and that there were gods on earth.

Well, there is no need to say much about this. Antibiotics are simply the natural nemesis for bacteria and viruses that have not undergone iterations.

Xia Lin didn't say a word today. He just quietly went to the platform and searched for symptoms, and then started to prescribe various "remedies for the symptoms".

As luck would have it, when the 50th patient arrived, he fell on the stage with a plop. Then he stood up and his eyes became clear again. He stopped rolling his eyes and instead touched his body: "Hey? Why did the Medicine King leave so early today?"

The common people knew that the Medicine King was old and physically weak after all, so they couldn't help but admire and worship him more in their hearts.

On the contrary, Xia Lin started to speak in a pretentious tone after he "recovered": "You must remember that it was the Medicine King who saved you, not me. I agreed to practice medicine on his behalf because of a favor from the Medicine King. After this day, not to mention him, even I can't hold on any longer. Let's go!"

Xia Lin waved his hand, and the evil official's face was revealed. After such a comparison, the Medicine King looked like a real immortal with kind eyes, and the young official looked disgusting no matter how he looked at him.

But there is no way to hate it, because he is a high-ranking official, and without him, the King of Medicine cannot show his power.

After a day of performing, Xia Lin would lie down and lie still, unable to move. He was exhausted, just exhausted. It really was true that if you persuade someone to study medicine, you will be struck by lightning. Doctors must have great personalities. Although there would be no medical troubles in his office, when facing those patients with poor education, Xia Lin always wanted to take out an 88-jin Yaksha Vajra Pestle and beat their brains out.

Oh, when we asked them where they felt uncomfortable, they said they felt uncomfortable everywhere. When we asked them if they felt any pain, they said they felt pain in their whole soul. When we asked them how long they had been coughing, they said they had been coughing from morning till night.

Dry!
What's even more outrageous is that those who can't speak Mandarin can only speak dialect... The key is that the accent varies every 10 miles. For every 50 people seeing a doctor, 48 translators are needed.

Being physically tired is not really tiring; being mentally tired is the real tiring.

But the effect is good, it is really good, the Medicine King is now on the same level as the Bodhisattva, even higher than the Bodhisattva, because the Bodhisattva can only be worshipped, but the Medicine King really saves people. The merits of those antibiotics are also taken by the Medicine King, and after such a spread, the prestige of doctors is rising rapidly.

The most important thing is that the Medicine King has a high seniority. Nine out of ten doctors alive in the world are his disciples, and the remaining few super old men are all his peers.

It's really impressive to use him as a poster boy.

"Have you heard that the Medicine King's Golden Elixir Powder is effective in treating all kinds of diseases? It's really amazing."

"I went to see it with my own eyes. The boil on the child's back was as big as a bowl. It looked like he was going to die. The Medicine King brought him back to life in just one day. It was truly amazing."

"Land immortal! A true immortal."

This kind of conversation was the norm in the small restaurant at the moment, and at this moment, a woman in plain clothes had a long sword beside her, a few side dishes in front of her, and a pot of wine at her side.

This person is none other than Princess Xiangshan, the daughter of the late eldest son of King Lingnan, who has now changed her name to Gongsun Hongyuan.

She had been weak since childhood. After her father died early, a Taoist priest said that she was destined to bring bad luck to her family, so she was sent to Bashu to learn martial arts at an early age. It has been twelve years since then.

This time she came back, firstly to pay tribute to her father and mother, and secondly to avenge her third uncle who loved her the most, so she had been waiting for an opportunity since Xia Lin came here, and even if she died, she would use the head of this dog imperial envoy to pay tribute to her uncle.

But she could not find an opportunity during this period of time. There were many experts around the dog official. Not to mention the three big mountains who were often beside him, they were not people to be trifled with. The man with arms as thick and long as apes must be an archer. There was also a giant carrying a heavy shield on his back and a monster standing there like a lion guarding the gate.

Her swordsmanship was known for its agility, grace, swiftness and speed, but she couldn't defeat an opponent like this with one strike, so the only thing she could do these days was to wait.

Of course, she couldn't take any action when the dog official was treating people. She had been practicing Taoism since she was a child, and she knew that it was a god casting a spell and should not be disturbed.

But the problem is that if you miss this opportunity, you don’t know when you will be able to find another good opportunity.

"Alas, it's a pity. The official entrusted by Medicine King Sun Dasheng is really not a good person. Do you know how greedy he is? Not only did he dismantle and sell the door panels of the palace, he also exploited more than 200 merchants in the city."

"How hateful! Why would the old immortal entrust it to him? I don't understand."

"Who knows? Those evil people don't look like good people."

Hearing this, Hong Yuan was startled and murmured to herself: "The front door of my house is..."

After saying this, she dropped a string of copper coins and quickly left the restaurant, heading straight for the palace. When she got there, she almost burst into tears.

The gate that was originally carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes and carried the happiest memories of her childhood was now just a dark hole. Looking from inside, even the peach and pear trees had been dug out.

She couldn't help but let her tears flow out. Although she tried her best to hide her crying, it could still be heard far away in the quiet night sky.

At this moment, Xia Lin was enjoying a massage from Narcissus. He heard the crying sound vaguely. He turned his head and looked at Narcissus: "Did you hear that? Is this place haunted?"

Narcissus paused, "No... no way?"

Xia Lin uttered, "Sister Shuixian is afraid of ghosts?"

"It's... not so bad."

Xia Lin was excited now: "Okay, okay, I'll take advantage of this seventh month of the lunar calendar to tell Narcissus a story about a ghost fetus."

Narcissus' head shook like a rattle on the spot: "I don't want to listen..."

"It's not scary, it's fun."

"You always say that. The story you told me about the desolate graveyard yesterday gave me nightmares last night. Don't tell it anymore..."

After saying that, Narcissus simply kissed him directly, and the kiss made a sound of "tsk tsk tsk"...

(End of this chapter)