Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

The end of martial arts is to practice Taoism?

This is the real scientific immortal cultivation, physical ascension? !

You know, this is not nonsense, but real existence, and it comes from the information of boxing masters.

The old man Sun Lutang practiced martial arts when he was young, and practiced Taoism when he was old.

He published countless far-reaching boxing theories, which are admired by modern martial arts practitioners.

This person can point out that the highest state of martial arts is very different from that of Taoism, and it is not a lie to say that the same goal is the same.

"Okay, stop thinking about it."

Doctor Zheng saw that Lin Qing was still in shock and couldn't calm down, so he patted him on the shoulder.

"The realm of Huajin is too far away from you and me, and it can't be achieved through practice."

Speaking of this, Dr. Zheng seemed to have thought of something, heaved a long sigh, and a touch of loneliness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"While I still have some energy, what else do you want to ask?"

Lin Qing came back to his senses, stopped thinking about this distant but unattainable realm, and winked at Doctor Zheng: "Can you tell me the story of your youth?"

"That's nothing to talk about."

Dr. Zheng was a little dumbfounded, and waved his hands: "It's nothing more than that the two boxing gyms on that street don't like each other, and the daughter of the enemy's family fell in love with the boy of the deadly enemy's family."

After opening the head, the chatterbox opened.

The old man cadenced and swayed, telling the grievances and hatreds of that era like a storyteller, and passing on the past events in the martial arts circle.

Gradually, Lin Qing became fascinated by listening, and followed the tension, relaxation and joy of the characters in the story.

From time to time, he would also ask about the entanglements and characteristics of various sects and sects.

However, Dr. Zheng didn't mention a word about his past.

The old man was also talking excitedly, and he started to move his hands as he talked, which made Lin Qing quickly recognize the different types of boxing in the martial arts circle.

For example, the twelve forms and three-body poses of Xingyi, Hongquan's division of inches, and one designation of the Central Plains; the origin of modern mantis boxing and Bajiquan, the dispute over the origin of Chen Style Taiji and Zhaobao Taiji...

Time passed so quickly, Lin Qing only felt that the sky was getting dark after a while.

And after Lin Qing listened to Dr. Zheng's talk about the sevens and eights, the characteristics, weaknesses, and strengths of each boxing style were roughly memorized.

Ordinary people can't touch these things at all, and their value is even far more than a set of boxing records, and only Dr. Zheng, who regards Lin Qing as a half-disciple, will tell him.

After listening to the door-to-door talks in the martial arts circle, Lin Qing was deeply moved.

"This is the experience summed up step by step by the seniors."

Although Dr. Zheng's cramming teaching may not be very useful to others, Lin Qing, who has a long memory, has already engraved these experiences in his mind.

It was getting late, and Dr. Zheng's face was showing signs of exhaustion.

Lin Qing was about to say goodbye.

At this moment, a woman with a child in her arms pushed open the courtyard gate and rushed in anxiously.

Chapter 70 The combination of Chinese and Western medicine, the benevolence of the doctor!

The child in the woman's arms was unconscious, his face was blue and frightening, and his hands were drooping weakly.

"Doctor Zheng, please save him."

The woman ran all the way, rushed to Dr. Zheng, choked up and begged.

The embarrassment in Doctor Zheng's eyes flashed away, and then he said calmly: "Don't worry, let's talk about the situation first."

"Xiao...Xiaotao was fine just now. He was playing by the reservoir. I didn't look at him for a while, but he said he couldn't breathe. After half an hour, he passed out, no...not breathing."

As the woman spoke, she even started to cry: "How could this happen in just a short while?"

Doctor Zheng's face darkened, he put his hand on Xiaotao's trachea, then moved to his chest, and pressed gently.

After only a few seconds, he discovered the other party's lesion, and said solemnly: "It's a pneumothorax, send it to the back room quickly, and perform emergency surgery immediately. If it is slower, this child may die."

"Okay, okay." The woman was scared out of her wits.

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Lin Qing was stunned for two seconds, and it wasn't until Dr. Zheng yelled again that he realized that he was talking about himself, and hurriedly followed.

The back room of the clinic is a simple consultation room, where some villagers will let Dr. Zheng set their bones after traumatic injuries.

Pulling the white cloth curtain, Dr. Zheng carefully laid the child flat on the bed and began to disinfect it.

Lin Qing took a deep breath. Although he was an assistant, he had no experience in this field at all.

It's just that people's lives are at stake now, so we have to bite the bullet no matter what.

Every second in the next is the speed of life and death. Lin Qing and Dr. Zheng will try their best to snatch this four-year-old child back from the hands of death!

"Artificial respiration."

While disinfecting the scalpel, Dr. Zheng took out a half bottle of white wine from the kitchen, found a plastic tube from somewhere, and tied it tightly to the mouth of the bottle.

Lin Qing nodded, searched for the first aid knowledge he had learned in college, and began to perform artificial respiration on the boy.

"Okay, get out of the way."

After making all the preparations, Dr. Zheng spoke slowly, and staggered to the side of the boy.

Afterwards, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a sense of oppression when he raised his hands and feet. He raised and lowered the knife, and the scalpel cut through the boy's fragile chest.

"Quick, insert the plastic tube in."

Into this boy's body?

Lin Qing swallowed, it's a bit big.

Seeing Doctor Zheng staring at him, he took a deep breath and followed the instructions.

After about seven or eight seconds, bubbles bubbled up in the wine bottle, and the little boy resumed breathing!

Lin Qing's pupils shrank as he watched the little boy whose face slowly returned to normal and who was breathing steadily.

Doctor Zheng only used a scalpel, a bottle of white wine, and a plastic tube.

It only takes minutes from start to finish!

"Okay, good job, I'll finish it."

Dr. Zheng's voice was full of exhaustion, "I don't have all the equipment here, and I can only do the most basic treatment. Let her ask the villagers to send the child to the hospital immediately."

After instructing the women, Lin Qing returned to the room, looking at Dr. Zheng who was finishing the work, his originally tense muscles relaxed.

"Aren't you a Chinese medicine doctor? Why do you know how to do Western medicine?" He asked.

Just now, Dr. Zheng made a one-way valve with great speed to pump out the gas in the child's chest cavity.

If it is slow for a few minutes, the child may suffocate to death.

In the treatment of pneumothorax, traditional Chinese medicine can only focus on recuperation. In an emergency like a child, surgery must be performed to pump out the air in the lungs.

Lin Qing really did not expect that Dr. Zheng, who smelled strongly of traditional Chinese medicine, would be able to perform surgery.

"When did I say that I am a Chinese medicine doctor?" Dr. Zheng grinned, his cloudy pupils narrowed.

"For patients, as long as it can save lives, it doesn't matter whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine."

Hearing this, Lin Qing was in awe of this somewhat stooped old man.

Yes, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, isn't the essence of saving people?

Real doctors don't care about the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine!

After completing the aftermath work, Dr. Zheng did not leave, but looked at Lin Qing, and said slowly:

"Medical skills are broad and profound, not inferior to martial arts and Taoism."

He put his hand on the top of the child's head, and said: "There are 108 vital acupuncture points on the human body, 72 of which are generally not fatal, and the remaining 36 are fatal."

"How about it, does this number feel familiar?"

Lin Qing thought about this sentence carefully, and then his eyes lit up: "36 Tiangang, 72 Disha?!"

Doctor Zheng smiled slightly, but did not answer, and continued:

"Baihui, commonly known as the heart at the top of the head, belongs to the governor channel. If it is hit lightly, it will cause coma, and if it is severe, it will cause death."

"Shenting, located at the fifth part of the hairline in front of the head, the hit can cause dizziness, and severe shock can cause coma."

"Yamen acupoint, on the center line at the back of the top of the head, for mild cases of loss of dumbness and dizziness, for severe cases of unconsciousness."

"Wind Pool..."

Every time we talked about an acupuncture point, Doctor Zheng would point it out for Lin Qing.

Hearing his explanation, Lin Qing became more and more frightened.

I don't know if I don't hear it, I'm startled when I hear it.

Some of these acupuncture points are exactly in contrast with the hitting parts of the martial arts I practiced!

"Our martial arts practitioners often say, keep an inch in life."

Doctor Zheng continued: "The so-called one inch refers to one inch of the acupuncture point, in case you miss the opponent's death point."

Lin Qing somewhat understood why Dr. Zheng told himself these things.

Studying medicine not only saves people, but also allows him to better grasp his sense of propriety when practicing martial arts.

"Practice the muscles, bones and skin externally, and practice breath internally. Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated. In the history of martial arts, which great masters are not all proficient in medical skills?"

Doctor Zheng stared at Lin Qing with burning eyes, and said, "You boy, don't underestimate the importance of this medical skill to warriors."

"Tonics alone can make your martial arts practice to a higher level. It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. If I leave in the future, won't your tonic be discontinued?"

Speaking of this, he looked at Lin Qing with a touch of sadness in his eyes, and sighed: "Unfortunately, I am leaving soon. Whether you can learn this medical skill or not depends on how far you can go."

Hearing this, Lin Qing felt a lump in his throat, and an inexplicable sadness rose from his heart: "It's still early, I will look at your face, you are destined to live a long life."

Doctor Zheng smiled slightly, but said nothing.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, which he has already disregarded.

After a while, the villagers drove to the clinic and picked up the child.

Before leaving, the woman insisted on giving Dr. Zheng a knock, but was stopped in the end.

Watching the vehicle drive away in a hurry, one old and one young stood at the door of the clinic without speaking.

"Boy, do you believe that someone can count their own death?"

Doctor Zheng spoke slowly, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"I believe it." Lin Qing didn't even think about it.

Daoist Zhang Zhishun calculated that he would live to be 104 years old, so he found a secluded dense forest on that day and ascended into the sky.

Yuan Tiangang wrote a picture of his back, which clearly mentioned his own death date.

These are all well-documented, but most of the people who can be counted are already semi-sacred.

Doctor Zheng smiled slightly, waved his hands, and walked towards the clinic:

"Go back, come over tomorrow afternoon, I still have something to tell you."

Looking at Dr. Zheng who walked into the room, Lin Qing stood there for a long time before walking away.

Chapter 71 Master!

In fact, from the first day he met Dr. Zheng, Lin Qing felt that his body was gradually weakening, and he was getting worse day by day.

But the strange thing is that when the two of them competed, Dr. Zheng was able to burst out with strength that did not belong to this age.

Although Lin Qing was curious, he didn't ask.

After all, everyone will have one or two cards that they don't want to tell others, Dr. Zheng has already taken great care of him.

After treating the child yesterday, Doctor Zheng's complexion became extremely grim, as if he was about to die.

But there is still spirit in those eyes.