In-house help system

Lying on the sickbed was a tall man, who could not tell whether he was dead or alive from the outside. Some people said that this was the new good fate of the second palace lord, but for some reason he suddenly became ill, as if he could not be saved. A dozen or so Tsing Yi disciples were surrounded on the third floor, muttering and pointing from time to time.

The lord of the Second Palace always brings back some of these people from time to time. According to the old rules, if this person wakes up in a few days, he can leave the palace freely after paying some consultation fees. The work of the medicine is used as the consultation fee.The people in the palace had already gotten used to it, so when this man was brought in, no one took it seriously.

Unexpectedly, this newly formed good relationship suddenly turned bad.

Wu Qing, who was the first to discover, first checked the patient's pulse, and then sniffed tremblingly. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground, yelled that he was dead, and ran around and crawled. out.

It is not uncommon to save the dead in Qiyun Palace, but it is new to save the living.

If this is true, wouldn't it smash the signboard?

The disciples nearby surrounded him with a whoosh.

Someone in the crowd said: "Look at his pale complexion and purple nails, it is obvious that his meridians are blocked."

Immediately someone jumped out to retort: ​​"This is not sure, what if it is poisoned."

"The second palace lord is best at detoxification. If it is poisoned, how can the second palace lord be unable to cure it?"

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While the discussion was raging, someone yelled loudly: "Everyone get up, the Palace Master has arrived."

"The palace lord has arrived, this time it will be fine."

"The palace lord is here, and the second palace lord is here too."

The crowd was automatically divided into two halves, and four people were let in. The leaders were Ji Wenliang and Zhan Jingyuan, followed by the sweaty Wu Qing and Xiao Jiu with lowered brows.

Ji Wenliang sat halfway on the edge of the bed, first glanced at the patient's eyelids, and then put his arm on his wrist.

Turning to Xiao Jiu, he said, "Bring me the needle."

Then he asked Zhan Jingyuan: "Where did you meet him? What did you serve him?"

Zhan Jingyuan recalled it for a while, and then said: "I picked him up in the poplar forest outside the palace. At that time, he was half leaning against a dead tree root. I went up to ask him a question, but he passed out before he could speak. But I think he must have been poisoned by the dead grass, so he prescribes the right medicine."

There was another commotion among the crowd.

"Maskucao, it turned out to be Maskucao."

"Makucao, this is not good."

The new disciple asked, "What's wrong with Maikucao?"

An insider said: "This withered weed is extremely poisonous. Two hours after a person eats it, the meridians will all be cut off. Life would be worse than death."

"So what? Qiyun Palace can't be cured?"

"It's not something that can't be cured, it's something that can't be cured. The dead grass likes to be dry and cold, and it's only found in the north."

When he said the word "North", he deliberately lowered his voice, as if there was something to avoid.

Someone understood it, and exclaimed: "Ah, the north you mentioned, is it the twelve evil sects headed by Qianshu Sect?"

"How did this person provoke the people of Qianshu Sect?"

"We don't know how he provoked the cult members, but if we Qiyun Palace rescued him, wouldn't it be an open enemy of Qianshu Sect?"

"The leader of Qianshu sect is extremely skilled in martial arts, and he is cruel and ruthless. He must retaliate. I heard that half a month ago, Suxue Villa had a grievance with him, and 73 people in the village were slaughtered. If you really provoke him, Qiyun Palace will be in the Jianghu. How to gain a foothold?"

"Qiyun Palace has never participated in the disputes between the rivers and lakes. If this person is really saved, it may lead to death."

Ji Wenliang heard it clearly, and wanted to speak, but Xiao Jiu had already taken the needle. Thinking that saving people was the most important thing, he took out several needles in a row and stuck them on the acupuncture points one by one. Everyone wanted to stop them, but they dared not .

It was Zhan Jingyuan who spoke first.

"You people are really ridiculous. There are people who are at stake in life and death. They don't want to be cured, but they want to worry about some shit cult—"

Ji Wenliang glanced at her.

Zhan Jingyuan immediately changed her words.

"Why, what kind of cult should I worry about? As a doctor, but at a critical moment, I have to wait until death. Have all the medical books been eaten into the dog's stomach?"

Everyone showed shame on their faces, you looked at me, I looked at you, they didn't dare to confront this ancestor, they all bowed their heads for training.

The person on the bed moved suddenly, coughed, and a stream of black blood spewed out of his mouth.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"As long as the stasis is cleared, it will be fine."

The people around the bed let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, whoever mentioned it, how can a good person suddenly get sick? Ji Wenliang caught it and couldn't help frowning.

He restrained his expression, looked at the door, and said in a deep voice, "Wu Qing, are you guilty?"

Everyone followed Ji Wenliang's eyes, and they just caught Wu Qing who was about to run away.

"What does it have to do with Wu Qing?"

"What's going on here?"

A pair of eyes full of doubts made Wu Qing feel awkward, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop breaking out. He bite the bullet and asked, "Wu Qing doesn't know what crime he committed."

Ji Wenliang asked in an unhurried manner: "After taking the antidote of Maikucao, the patient needs to pierce the fingertips of the patient's ten fingers every half an incense stick to remove the congestion, do you know that?"

When Zhan Jingyuan heard this, she grabbed the right hand of the person on the bed suddenly, but she couldn't find any needle marks.

"Okay you! Before I left, I asked you to do bloodletting, but you forgot!"

Seeing that it was useless to deny it, Wu Qing fell to his knees with a plop.

"Palace Master, Second Palace Master, please forgive me. I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. Palace Master, please forgive me."

"This kind of thing is not enough to kill you. You can answer my question first. Do you know about the blood stasis that needs to be released after taking Maikucao, or do you not know?"

Ji Wenliang was slow even when interrogating, but when these light words fell into Wu Qing's ears, they suddenly turned into a hammer that was as heavy as gold, hitting his heart thumping.

If you answer that you don't know, then say to death that the second palace lord didn't tell me about this matter...

must.

If it is Mu Yu and Tie Yu who don't know, it's fine. As Tong Yu, he has a long history and seniority in the palace, and he has been exposed to a lot of medical books. Didn't he want others to doubt his medical skills?

Furthermore, although the second palace lord is domineering and the people in the palace don't like it very much, but it is Yin Yu after all, so it is not worthwhile to provoke her.

If the answer is yes, wouldn't it be the crime of dereliction of duty?

A steelyard was swinging left and right in my heart, and I couldn't make up my mind.

His eyes rolled, he gritted his teeth, and said: "Palace Master, Second Palace Master, Wu Qing knows his mistake. The Second Palace Master did tell me to release the blood congestion, and I also know the medical principles of it, but I stayed on duty too late last night, and my mind is dizzy this morning. , I couldn’t hold on for a while, so I fell asleep, missed the time, Wu Qing was willing, willing to be punished.”

The latter sentence was stumbling, obviously a little nervous.

"Since it's true that you did something wrong, treat it as a delayed condition. You can go to the third elder to receive the punishment yourself."

Wu Qing suddenly raised his head, a little unbelievable.

Ji Wenliang has only been the palace master for two years, and he rarely punishes people on weekdays. He thought that he was soft-hearted and easy to speak. If he showed a sincere repentance, he would be able to avoid this punishment. Unexpectedly...

"Going to the third elder, isn't it necessary to lower the feather level?"

"What do you think, this is a delay in treatment, a serious crime that kills people?"

"Isn't it? If the Palace Master is not here today, wouldn't the living become dead?"

"Don't look at the difference between Iron Feather and Copper Feather is only one level, the gap between them is huge."

"It will be difficult to go up again."

When Wu Qing heard the whispering around him, he felt as if he had been slapped several times in public, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

But knowing Ji Wenliang's status in the palace, he had no choice but to swallow his unwillingness and lowered his head: "Wu Qing takes orders."

Not daring to look everyone in the eye, he left the consultation room.

It's not that Ji Wenliang has any personal enmity with Wu Qing, if he makes some small mistakes, it's over, but this is a major matter related to human life, and he knows in his heart that he cannot tolerate it.

After dealing with everything that should be dealt with, he said: "Let's go away."

The crowd came out.

"Ah, senior brother, your clothes are all dirty." Zhan Jingyuan pointed at Ji Wenliang's chest and said.

Ji Wenliang looked down, and there was indeed a bloodstain on Yuebai's clothes.

I think it was because I was too close to the patient just now and accidentally stuck it.

Wipe it off with a handkerchief, but without wiping it off, he said, "It's okay, I'll go change it."

He stood up, hesitated for a moment, and sat down again.

"Forget it, I'll wait and see." He raised his head and said to Zhan Jingyuan: "You must be very tired after rushing all the way back, go and rest."

Zhan Jingyuan muttered that there is nothing to wait for, and reluctantly left.

It's not unreasonable for Ji Wenliang to want to wait. Although the poison of the withered grass has been cured, it has been delayed for a long time. If there is another accident, he can still take care of it here.

After taking a look at the patient, he found that his face was full of stains, and said to Xiao Jiu who was standing aside: "Please help me fetch some water."

The black shadow disappeared in a flash, and when he came back, he had a basin of clear water and a white square towel in his hand.

Ji Wenliang tried the water, but it was still warm. He couldn't help but admire Xiao Jiu's carefulness in his heart. He soaked the square towel in the water, wrung it until it was half dry, and wiped it little by little.

After a while, the stains were removed, revealing a clean face.

Looking left and right, he was actually handsome, but for some reason, he was related to a cult.

This face is not so dirty, and the tattered clothes are a bit of an eyesore.

"Xiao Jiu, I need to trouble you to bring me some clean clothes, the man's rough clothes are fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the patient's face and changed his mind.

"Hey! Forget it, let's take a disciple's Tsing Yi."

For some reason, I always feel that this face should be matched with better clothes.

After Xiaojiu left, he checked the patient's pulse again to make sure that there was no problem, so he calmed down a little.

Ten fingers touched his belt, trying to take off his clothes, but touched something hard.

When I took it out, it turned out to be a golden feather.

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