Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 178: Wisdom Emerges, and Great Falsehood Emerges

Zhang Tiansi was invited to join the game by a friend who gave him an activation code.

He knew a little about medicine, but at the beginning the main base was extremely poor. Even though he wanted to save the poor people in the world, he was troubled by the lack of equipment and medicine.

But he didn't want to fight, so he joined the farming team to do some work within his ability to earn some "merit points" and provide some simple medical services.

Later, the main base grew stronger, and there was a beggar army sweeping across the outside world, so the player's exploration range became wider. He simply bought an "exploration ticket" and went to the prefectures and counties in central Henan to practice medicine. Over the past few dozen days, he accumulated a lot of reputation among the middle and lower levels.

Many gentry and wealthy businessmen were willing to set up medical clinics for him free of charge, just to keep Mr. Zhang to benefit the local villagers.

But Zhang Tiansi refused.

His goal in the game is to save people from suffering and spread the medical skills he has learned. In addition, he teaches the poor to read in his spare time.

If he were trapped in a fixed location, the transmission efficiency would be too low, not to mention that he was not the only wandering player who was seeking medical advice and enlightenment.

Signs of drought were already evident in Xiangcheng, southwest of Kaifeng. Upon hearing the news, Zhang Tiansi rushed to help, carrying his own prop box.

The most common disease among the people these days is "hunger". There is nothing that a bowl of porridge can't cure. If there is, just have another bowl.

Therefore, the item that is most filled in his item box is the "compressed food pellets" produced by the main base workshop.

Although a grain ball soaked in water cannot satisfy hunger, it is better than starving people eating firewood and sand.

However, when he first arrived in the treasure land, he saw a group of ragged poor people gathered by the river. They were obviously refugees who had left their hometown to escape famine.

Three men climbed up the shore, all wet, and pulled a young man out of the river.

Two elderly men and women knelt on the shore and cried bitterly.

The drowning young man looked pale and it was obvious that he was dying from drowning.

However, the refugees did not know any first aid medical skills and even wanted to hang the young man upside down to drain the water.

It would be terrible if the water was controlled at this critical moment and the first aid time was wasted.

Medical students are most afraid of seeing incorrect rescue methods, which is simply taking human life lightly!
Zhang Tiansi was so immersed in the atmosphere of saving people that he even forgot that the young man was just "game data" and couldn't help but shout, "Stop!"

Zhang Tiansi had no time to be polite. He pushed through the crowded crowd in two steps, rang the bell in one hand and held up the sign in the other to clear the way.

When the refugees saw the man who looked like a traveling doctor appear, they all consciously made way.

"Don't touch him!"

Unexpectedly, the family of the drowning victim and the "enthusiastic" refugees did not believe it and still insisted on "saving people" in their own way.

In order to prevent outsiders from interfering with his first aid, Zhang Tiansi decided to cast a "magic spell" to eliminate his worries once and for all -

He put down his props, opened the box, took out three pieces of yellow paper, and then lit them with a tinderbox.

There were three loud bangs, and the yellow paper burned up instantly as if it was under a spell, with almost no ash left.

This magical little trick frightened the refugees so much that they cried out in surprise. Many of them felt their legs go weak and wanted to call him "Master".

"Get out of the way, don't disturb me from saving people."

Zhang Tiansi ignored the refugee's thoughts, quickly grabbed the young man's body and laid him flat to check his consciousness.

After confirming that the other party had lost consciousness, Zhang Tiansi immediately pressed the young man's forehead, lifted his lower jaw, and pried open his lips to clear the mud and foreign objects in his mouth and nose, trying his best to ensure that his airway was unobstructed.

He pinched the drowning man's nostrils, covered his mouth completely with his hands, blew air into his body five times, and observed whether the man's chest rose and fell.

The oxygen content exhaled by the human body is about 16%, which is enough to reverse the hypoxia condition of a drowning person.

Even though the drowning person was a young man, Zhang Tiansi's "intimate" mouth-to-mouth behavior still shocked the onlookers and made them exclaim in confusion.

If Zhang Tiansi had not burned "yellow paper" in advance to scare everyone, the family members of the drowning person would probably have rushed over and scolded him for insulting the corpse.

"Help me steady his head!"

At this time, Zhang Tiansi shouted and called a refugee to help him maintain the boy's head tilted position and keep his mouth and nose open to prevent the vomited stomach fluid from choking into his trachea.

He skillfully tore open the boy's clothes to expose his chest, locked the middle and lower part of the sternum between the breasts, overlapped his wrists, interlocked his fingers, and pressed down hard.

The goal is to simulate the beating of the heart, pumping blood and oxygen to the brain.

The pressure must be deep enough. If the blood only reaches the neck, it will not be effective.

Cerebral ischemia and hypoxia will quickly lead to brain death, and once brain death occurs, it cannot be recovered.

However, the violent movements of him pressing the chest and abdomen shocked the family members. It looked like he was suppressing the heart and lungs to kill people.

But they were so frightened by the "wizard's" extraordinary skills and magic that they dared not move their hands to stop him. They just sat there and cried bitterly, grieving that their son was gone.

Zhang Tiansi gave two mouth-to-mouth breaths for every thirty compressions, which constituted one cycle. He checked every five cycles to see if the drowning person's breathing and consciousness had recovered.

As the drowning person's chest rose and fell, river water and stomach contents continued to flow out of his mouth, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Although the drowning person did not wake up, Zhang Tiansi did not stop at all and continued to press the drowning person's chest. Half a minute passed, and then two minutes passed.

The sweat oozing from his back soaked through his clothes. Zhang Tiansi felt that the sounds around him gradually disappeared, and only his own rapid breathing echoed in his ears.

It's like someone is running a long distance in a race, gasping for breath to challenge the last lap...

Finally, the drowning person vomited a large amount of river water at once and slowly opened his eyes.

At first, the boy was in a daze, unable to even blink, but then he slowly regained consciousness, his head and hands and feet slowly moving. He was alive.

The refugees who were in charge of helping were staring at the young man who had "come back to life" in shock. They then looked up at the itinerant doctor who was sweating profusely in front of them, with an expression of surprise on their faces as if they had seen a god descend to earth.

"The dead can be brought back to life...alive, alive, alive!"

The refugees hurriedly turned around to announce the good news.

"Alive?"

The boy's parents were stunned, their mouths wide open, but they still rushed to their son's side immediately, and more refugees also gathered around.

Seeing that the boy was conscious and even able to call out to his parents after calming down for a while, his parents hugged him in disbelief.

The son who had just been lying dead on the shore was able to escape from the underworld and return to the world.

The miracle of resurrection really happened!

The parents burst into tears immediately. Who could have known the joy they felt when they got their lost child back?

"A miracle doctor! A miracle doctor from heaven!"

"Hey, I remember him. He's Mr. Zhang, the legendary doctor who traveled around eastern Henan."

"He must be a deity sent down by God to relieve the suffering of the people!"

Someone kept shouting, and only then did the people know the "background" of the person in front of them.

At this moment, with the reputation of "life-saving miracle" and miracle doctor, the onlookers all looked at Zhang Tian Temple with respect and admiration, and some even showed a bit of fanaticism.

The parents pulled the young man, whose complexion had improved, and knelt in front of Zhang Tiansi, kowtowed to thank Zhang Tiansi for saving their lives.

"Thank you, doctor, for saving my child. You are my family's benefactor! Although my family is poor, I know that saving a life is more important than anything else. If the doctor gives you any instructions in the future, my family will do our utmost to repay you!"

"It was just a small act of kindness, nothing to be proud of. Thanks to this boy's good fortune, I was able to do my best to save him."

Although Zhang Tiansi tried his best to defend himself, he only used medical skills, not magic to bring the dead back to life.

When the common people heard this, they felt that Taoist Zhang was being modest and they admired him even more.

After inquiring, Zhang Tiansi learned that the drowned young man was catching fish to feed his sick family member.

Unfortunately, the drought this year has worsened, and the fish and shrimp in the river have long been eaten by refugees. The young man had no choice but to dive into the deep water, but he suddenly developed leg cramps...

"Miracle doctor! Please save us too!"

The people, with sorrowful faces, knelt down in unison, as if they were kneeling down to worship a god or Buddha walking on earth, hoping to draw strength to relieve their suffering from this "half-immortal Taoist".

"Stand up, everyone, stand up! I'm not a god or Buddha, and I'm not worthy of your kneeling!"

Zhang Tiansi shouted loudly, but failed to awaken a single refugee.

Many people knelt on the ground, hoping to get closer to "Zhang Xianren" and even wanted to reach out and touch the incarnation of the legendary "Savior Bodhisattva", but suddenly retracted their hands halfway, fearing that they would blaspheme the half-immortal.

"Where are the sick people? I can save them..."

As soon as Zhang Tiansi said this, the people stood up one after another, as if they were surrounding a great master, and surrounded him and led him to a refugee camp.

In the middle of the refugee camp is a dilapidated temple, around which refugees who have fled famine have built countless dilapidated thatched houses.

Babies were crying, people were sobbing, and refugees who died of starvation or disease were rolled up in straw mats, and their lives were gone.

Several doctors could be seen treating patients in the camp, but Zhang Tiansi felt helpless after walking around the camp.

He is unable to treat seriously ill patients, and patients with mild illnesses only need to recuperate.

Those refugees with better circumstances could eat the mixed grain steamed bread they brought with them, while those with less luck could only mix the bark they picked up with firewood chips and put them into a pot to boil.

The birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles had long been eaten up, as had the animals that could run and the fish and shrimp in the water. They could only eat tree bark and gnaw firewood.

There were very few gentry who were kind enough to give out porridge, and they were even more afraid that the refugees would gather together and break into the village and rob the rich.

In the past, refugees would gather together to rob the rich, but in recent years, peasant armies have emerged everywhere, and the gentry and landlords in Henan have donated their wealth to build strongholds and hired servants and thugs to defend their positions.

Ordinary people were hungry, and even if they gathered thousands of people, it would be difficult to break into a village. The refugees suffered heavy casualties and soon dispersed.

Looking at the miserable people all over the ground, Zhang Tiansi thought that the only panacea was food.

He distributed all the "grain pills" to the refugees to make porridge, but this box of grain pills was not enough to fill the stomachs of all the refugees.

Even if it is just a bowl of plain grain porridge, the whole family will be polite to each other for a long time.

The old one gave the porridge to the young one, who wanted to eat it but patiently waited for his parents to eat it. His parents also refused to eat the precious porridge. Finally, everyone shared the porridge together, but the old one secretly pretended to have eaten it and gave it all to his children and grandchildren.

Zhang Tiansi's fist couldn't help but harden.

Healing the body can save a hundred people, enlightening the mind can save a thousand people.

But there were more than a thousand men, women, young and old in front of him. How could he save the millions of people who were suffering from hunger and cold by relying on medical skills and enlightenment?

Studying medicine cannot save the world, nor can it save the corrupt hearts of the people.

(End of this chapter)