I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 256 The Daring Sorcerer
The crowd gathered around Tuantuan anxiously, and Sanshui was startled.

Fortunately, this is Chongxuan Hall, which is near the imperial city and many nobles. Even if the gates of the ward are closed at night, it is easy to find a doctor.

Before long, several servants hurriedly led an old doctor over.

The old doctor, with his disheveled beard, shouted breathlessly.

"Hey, slow down, slow down!"

The old doctor, who had practiced medicine for many years, was treating a sorcerer for the first time. Seeing his robes covered in blood, he was startled, thinking the man wouldn't live long and that he might have trouble getting his payment.

He relaxed his brow after checking her pulse.

The teaching assistants and students of Chongxuan Academy held their breath and dared not disturb the consultation until the old doctor released his hand.

He quickly asked, "Doctor, how is she?"

The old doctor did not answer.

He first used acupuncture to stabilize the injured man's heart pulse, then drew up a prescription and ordered someone to quickly fetch the medicine. Next, he summoned a young apprentice to take out pills from his medicine chest, crushed them, and fed them to the patient with water.

Once everything was arranged, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The old doctor's gaze fell on the glaring bloodstain.

I couldn't help but ask:
"What exactly happened? The patient's heart yang is almost completely depleted, his qi is unable to hold the blood, and his injuries are extremely severe."

Everyone took turns explaining the gist of the matter.

The old doctor frowned, glanced at the wall, and couldn't understand anything. He couldn't really say anything about such an expert.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked again:

"Has any other doctor come before me?"

Knowing they wouldn't understand, the senior doctor offered a few more explanations.

"Fortunately, someone managed to keep him alive. I don't know what kind of acupuncture or medicine was used, but it managed to maintain a little bit of life circulation in his body. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made it to my place and would have died on the spot."

Upon hearing this, the students looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even the usually composed assistant instructor of Chongxuan Academy frowned deeply. Dressed in a green official robe, he bowed respectfully to the senior doctor, his tone grave:

"Time is of the essence, so we only invited Dr. Zhao."

"This saying about 'suspension of life'..."

"I really have no idea where it came from?"

The old doctor was also stunned.

How did this person survive?

He found it very strange and glanced at the only person in the room who could possibly be associated with a master, the monk Guan Yan. The monk shook his head; it wasn't him.

The old doctor reached out again to take her pulse, examining her intently...

There's nothing wrong with that; there is indeed a chance to survive.

The old doctor was full of questions.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, focused intently on listening to the pulse, and remained silent.

Beside him, the teaching assistant of Chongxuan Academy cautiously stood up and waited for a while. He only saw the old doctor's brows furrowing more and more tightly. Feeling uneasy, he asked in a low voice:

"Could it be that...there has been a change in the patient's condition?"

A student nearby couldn't help but ask, "When will Mr. Xing wake up?"

The old doctor opened his eyes.

He dared not agree rashly. Even if the outcome was good, he dared not speak carelessly. If something went wrong and he woke up late, he could not afford the medical disputes at Chongxuan Hall.

The old doctor glanced at the room full of brocade robes and official garments, his tone deep and serious.

"It depends on God's will."

……

……

Three days passed.

Chongxuan Hall specially set aside a quiet room for Xing Hepu to recuperate.

The monk lit a candle and tended to him.

The calculations from a few days ago are still on the wall, and no one has whitewashed them to cover them up again. Except for the blood on the floor, which has been wiped away by servants, everything else remains as it was, and no one dares to touch even the counting rods.

When the king in the palace heard about this, he specially sent someone over to deliver some precious medicinal herbs.

It's quiet at night.

Xing Hepu was awakened by thirst. He coughed violently and patted his chest, as if the previous depression was still weighing on his heart.

The monk was startled awake.

He got up from the cushion, poured water, and handed it to him.

The Xing family servants were overjoyed.

"My lord has awakened!"

"The young master is awake! Let's go and fetch Doctor Zhao right away!"

Xing Hepu drank three bowls of water before he recovered. He leaned back on the bed, turned his head and stared at the monk's neck, without saying anything more about his deduction.

Instead, the question is:
"Venerable monk, could you please loosen your collar so I can examine your neck?"

The Xing family servants were greatly alarmed.

These words were too offensive. He glanced at Master Guanyan, fearing the master might hold a grudge. The servant cautiously tried to smooth things over:

"My husband has just survived a brush with death, and his mind is still not clear. If his words are offensive..."

"Master, please don't be angry, please don't be angry..."

The monk smiled. He asked the Xing family's servants who were on night watch to leave first, and then closed the gate.

The servants were filled with apprehension, unsure of what the monk and their young master intended to do. Their young master's words had been somewhat inappropriate. But if a fight broke out, their young master, having just recovered from a serious illness, would be at a disadvantage.

The group exchanged glances, still worried, and huddled together at the crack in the door to keep watch.

If a fight breaks out, they'll see it too.

They were too far away for the servants to hear clearly.

indoor.

The monk remained calm as he unbuttoned the collar of his robe, revealing a huge, menacing scar encircling his neck.

Three years have passed, and the scar has become the same color as the skin.

Xing Hepu laughed heartily.

Then he started coughing again, his face turning completely red.

"It really was right..."

He didn't ask who the person who helped extend the monk's life was, but mentally bypassed that person again, calculated it once more, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Was the high monk buried once before?"

……

……

Jiang She saw this scene from outside the window.

"This guy is really bold, he still dares to calculate."

"I'm afraid it's because he dares to calculate that he has such ability."

Jiang She thought to himself, and he and Zhang Guolao floated into the room, intending to check on the man's health.

He was quite curious about Xing Hepu's arithmetic skills.

A gentle breeze blew by.

Xing Hepu was drinking water from the monk's hand, his head bowed. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the past few days, and his throat was parched. The three small bowls he had just drunk weren't enough to quench his thirst.

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of them.

He was startled, thinking it was a thief, and was about to shout for his servants to catch the thief. But then he saw the monk, who had already dressed neatly again, bowing to the newcomer, making him seem overreacted and ignorant.

Xing Hepu immediately fell silent.

He looked at the newcomer with suspicion and uncertainty.

One was a young man with a playful expression and a youthful appearance. The other was an elderly man with completely white hair and beard.

half an hour.

Xing Hepu propped himself up and sat up in bed, cupping his hands in greeting:
"I didn't know you two had come so late at night, what brings you here...?"

"Come and take a look."

Jiang She pressed the man down, telling him to lie down and not get up.

He sized up the man. Xing Hepu had just recovered from a serious illness; his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. He was only wearing his undergarments, and the bloodstains from his mouth and nose had been wiped away. He was weak and frail, and would probably need some proper nourishment.

"Young Master Xing said before that nothing in heaven and earth is beyond calculation, is that true?"

"Nature is true!"

Upon hearing the mention of arithmetic, Xing Hepu immediately forgot his chest tightness and shortness of breath, assuming that these two had come to test his abilities. He stared intently at their faces, his brows gradually furrowing.

"You seem to be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xing Hepu began to cough violently.

Jiang She stopped the man from looking closely at his actions and said with a smile:

"I think it's best not to disturb your peace of mind, since you've just recovered from a serious illness."

Xing Hepu nodded awkwardly, then coughed, clutching his chest, feeling a tightness and thirst. Immediately afterward, a glass of bluish water was handed to his lips, which he eagerly gulped down in one go.

I only realized how much I felt relaxed after coughing.

Xing Hepu was stunned for a moment, then a thought slowly arose in his mind. He became more serious and asked:
"What kind of medicine is this?"

Jiang She smiled.

"It's just some stuff I gathered myself. You can treat it like dew; it'll be somewhat effective in moisturizing your throat."

Xing Hepu breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that he was overthinking it.

"Young master, you have excellent skills." He added, "This water tastes so sweet, it's comparable to the nectar described in ancient books."

Zhang Guolao patted him on the shoulder, protecting the boy's mind.

This guy actually turned misfortune into good fortune; there were two drops of wine made from green liquid in that teacup.

Seeing that Xing Hepu was out of danger and had recovered some of his strength, Jiang She prepared to take his leave. He would discuss the method of divination with him again once the man was fully recovered.

"and many more!"

Xing Hepu stopped them, "I still don't know your names and where you live?"

The moonlight, bright and clear, shone on the blue-clad woman.

Jiang She turned around and looked at the person on the sickbed. His tone was somewhat amused.

"Weren't you calculating my fortune before?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)