Peony Overlord [Rebirth]

Mu Zhuxiao has completely inherited Xie's gentleness and dignity. She is sensible and generous. After marrying Chu Songcun, it was just over a year before she became happy.

Since then, there was one more person on the dining table at home, and Chu Xinle generously gave both duck legs to her sister-in-law.

Muzhu School loves him very much, and always praises him for being good, saying that when Xiao Songcun is born, Chu Xinle must take him.

Chu Xinle patted his chest, he was the youngest in the Chu family, so he looked forward to the birth of his little nephew more than anyone else.

But after this, it never came...

"Second brother!"

Shi Haoming's voice pulled Chu Xinle back.

"Why are you always in a daze, you always freeze when you are talking, and you don't answer no matter how much you shout." Shi Haoming seemed to call him several times, and finally couldn't help shouting loudly, and complained when his second brother came back to his senses Two sentences.

Chu Xinle exhaled, the stove in the room was very hot, and just now he had another bowl of hot soup, now his whole body was terribly hot, with beads of sweat on his forehead, the oil lamp shone in his eyes, as if it was full of broken stars, The small mole under the right eye is very conspicuous.

He didn't answer, picked up the fish that Shi Haoming put in his bowl with his chopsticks, and ate it.

The snow fell intermittently outside the window, piled up on the roof, window frames, and steps. The whole Runan was full of silver frost everywhere. Nuoda Shifu was covered with a layer of white coat, which seemed to be really like snow, white and flawless, like uncut jade. The same, Yuan Zhuo is transparent, but the filth lurking under the ice and snow is constantly spreading.

Winter in Lin'an has finally come, there is not a single leaf left on the tree branches, each of them is half-dead like a drained old man's face, these days there are more and more patients and refugees in the Nissing Yuan, more than half a month ago More than half, Ping An's hands trembling as he delivered the medicine bowl, Xing Qingzhang's side also became visibly anxious, and even Yun Jiming, who has always been casual and never leaves his hands, put down his bamboo fan for the first time to feel someone's pulse.

The smell of medicine in the room became stronger, and Qian Yi skillfully fanned the fire to boil the medicine. At some point, he threw the handkerchief covering his nose to the ground not far away, and never picked it up again.

These refugees all said that the four were Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, the reincarnated Buddha, and good people who saved lives. Even a large part of the rich family admired them and gave them money from time to time.

"Give way! Make way! Save people first!" Two people, one shouldering the other and dragging his legs, brought in an old man who was foaming at the mouth and twitching all over. The eyes of the one in the front are wide open, while the one in the back can't see it, so it stretches its neck.

"Brother! This! This man is trembling so badly that he keeps spitting white foam from his mouth! Also, rolling his eyes!" Ping An watched Xing Qingzhang, and immediately told him what he saw.

After Xing Qingzhang listened to Ping An's description of the symptoms, he couldn't find the cause and method for a while. He had heard hundreds of diseases and their symptoms when he was on the mountain before, but he had never heard of this one before.

He can't see, so his sense of smell and hearing are extremely sensitive. He can even clearly hear the "cracking" sound of bones being pulled continuously. The sound is hitting his eardrum again and again. Xing Qingzhang began to become restless because of the uneasy fence. He squatted down and put his white clothes on the ground. His usual warmth and delicacy was blown away. He stretched out his two knuckle hands, wanting to feel his pulse, but He couldn't see it, the piercing sound became more and more intense, resonating with the beating of the heart, hammering in the chest, he was also shaking, but the clothes on his back were soaked in sweat in the cold winter, the hand finally failed to feel the pulse, Instead, touch the earlobe and pinch it constantly.

The cry of peace and the surrounding noises were all suppressed under the sound of bones, and they were pulled out of Xing Qingzhang's mind.

He seemed to be drowning in the deep sea, sinking continuously, his nose was filled with salty sea water, and he couldn't breathe, but the bone sound was like a ghost, still lingering in his ears, refusing to let him go.

call---

The suffocation blocked his ability to think, but his hands did not let go of his earlobe.

"Don't pinch." Wen Nuan wrapped his icy hands, and rescued him from the icy sea with a warm voice. The sound of the bones disappeared the moment the Wen Nuan touched him, replaced by a cry of peace and the surrounding noise.

"Pinch it again and it will swell up." The voice was very clear, but the hot breath in his ear made Xing Qingzhang relax. He seemed to see a fire in the boundless darkness, burning violently, right in front of his eyes, in front of him. By his side, to wrap him in it.

He was infatuated with the fire.

"Relax, just follow your usual pace, I'll be your eyes." Yun Jiming let go of Xing Qingzhang's right hand, but didn't let go of his left hand, which was still tightly clenched in his palm. pinch.

Only then did Xing Qingzhang tentatively stretch out his right hand, wanting to touch the old man's wrist.

Stretching his hand into the air, he was wrapped in the familiar warmth, guiding him to touch the old man's wrist, and then let go.

Pingan wanted to rush over to help, but there were a few refugees in front of him, but he hadn't fully grown up yet, so he could only squeeze hard, and before he could stretch his arms, he was caught by the collar.

Qian Yi dragged him back and said, "Why don't you join in the fun, what can you do in the past, you little brat, stay here honestly."

Ping An has never been underestimated by others, and instantly became unhappy, stretched out his hand to grab his hand that was clamped behind him, and shouted: "You are not helping, you should just stay away if you don't understand anything, let me go , I want to find my brother!"

"Tsk," Qian Yi raised his other hand and patted him on the back of the head: "Why do children keep bickering? Just wait while you stay, let's go, you stay with me while you go." Picking up the peace in his chest, he went to the corner to stay.

Xing Qingzhang took his pulse, only felt that the pulse was disordered, and the twitching of his wrists was like ants biting Xing Qingzhang's fingertips.

"Apart from the symptoms described by Ping An, does he have other symptoms?" Xing Qingzhang looked sideways, as if he was asking Yun Jiming.

Yun Jiming squinted his eyes and looked carefully, not missing a single inch, and said in a deep voice: "The face is red, the eyes are strong, the tongue is stuck out and the teeth are closed, and the lips are blue."

He spoke slowly, word by word, as if he was thinking.

Xing Qingzhang withdrew his hand, groped into the old man's mouth and nose, and murmured: "Shortness of breath...it's epilepsy."

"Peace!" He stood up, and he didn't know where to call, but his voice was not loud, drowned in the crowd, it was pitifully small, Yun Jiming also got up, stretched out his hand to grab Xing Qingzhang's wrist, and shouted: " Qian Yi! Safe! Come here!"

When his voice was low, he looked steady, but when he roared it was shocking. He clearly ordered the two of them to come over, but no matter how he heard it, he yelled violently at the chattering refugees in the hospital. Lowering their voices, everyone gave way with winks and called Qian Yiping and two people over.

"Brother!" He yelled as if he was suing after the collar was not let go after he was safe.

However, before the complaint was finished, Xing Qingzhang blocked him back: "Go and boil the medicine! One pig's heart, two liang of fungus, two liang of ginger, one liang of alum, ten dried dates, boil the pig's heart to rot, go!"

"Brother! Where are you going to get pig hearts? The shop of the Li family butcher is two streets away!" , anxious to cry.

It was the first time Xing Qingzhang encountered such a thing since he came down the mountain, and he was not sure.

"There is a short way to the Li family butcher from here. I know it well. Qian Yi, you and Ping An go prepare other medicinal materials and boil them. I'll be back in half an hour." Yun Jiming finally let go of Xing Qingzhang's trembling wrist and let go. Before he opened it, he squeezed it comfortingly, and smiled at Xing Qingzhang, who was about to turn to him, and put on his cloak to go out, regardless of whether people could see it or not.

The hem of the clothes was pulled by someone, he turned his head and saw an indescribable expression on that gentle face, as if worried.

"It's snowing outside and the road is slippery. Even if you ride a horse back and forth, it will take at least an hour. How can you spend half an hour..." Xing Qingzhang didn't say anything about concern, he said it like a question.

Fortunately, Yun Jiming felt good about himself, and couldn't hear the meaning of questioning, so he read Xing Qingzhang's mind in a detour.

"Don't worry, I can come back." He patted Xing Qingzhang to hold his hand, pulled back the hem of his clothes, turned and went out.

But Xing Qingzhang did not feel relieved because of a word of consolation. On the contrary, Ping An Qian Yi was brewing medicine in the back, and Yun Jiming was not by his side, so he actually had an indescribable emptiness of dependence, but he immediately put it behind him, The old man on the ground was still snoring and twitching.

This folk remedy was taught by the master, and it can suppress this disease, but what if the old man passed by before Yun Jiming came back?Or what should I do if the medicine is boiled out but it doesn't work?

The master wants him to go down the mountain, join the world, and save the common people. He is not a god, and he has no great ability, but he will never let the patient die in front of his eyes.

"Peace, bring my needle bag!" Xing Qingzhang knelt down and shouted.

"Ah!" Ping An was taken aback, the anxiety on his face turned into worry, he hesitated, and wanted to persuade Xing Qingzhang: "Brother, your hand has already..."

"Bring it! Go quickly." Xing Qingzhang interrupted him. Ping An knew that he could not convince Xing Qingzhang, his small face was wrinkled, and he took out a needle bag embroidered with white tea from the corner cabinet. Qian Yi poked his head while fanning the fire. The needle bag wasn't new, it was so worn out that it couldn't be washed clean and the color was dull, but the white tea plant didn't fit in with it, it was too new, as if it had been embroidered not long ago.

Xing Qingzhang took the needle pack, this time he didn't fumble any more, opened it skillfully, touched the first silver needle one by one with his fingers, and stopped on the fifth one, Ping An had already lit the oil lamp on the table and brought it over, Xing Qingzhang Feeling the heat of the fire, he roasted the silver needle back and forth from the oil lamp for a while. The heat of the silver needle spread to Xing Qingzhang's fingertips. Then he stretched out his other hand to touch the old man's forehead, and found the middle of the eyebrows. He pressed the needle on the protruding brow bone, and rolled the needle with his right hand. He looked calm, but if he looked carefully, the right hand holding the needle was shaking.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xing Qingzhang stabbed in with force, and the bean-sized blood beads condensed between the eyebrows for a while. Xing Qingzhang quickly pulled out the silver needle, pressed the center of the eyebrow with the index finger and thumb to let the blood out, and then took out a slightly longer silver needle. After roasting, touch the skinny arm of the old man with the left hand, and pierce from the Dubi point and Quchi point to the end of the tendon in sequence. After being relieved, the needle penetrated halfway, but not a drop of blood flowed out, which shows that Xing Qingzhang's acupuncture skills are profound.

After a few stitches, the old man is much better. The white foam from his mouth has stopped, but his body is still throbbing. Xing Qingzhang's right hand is already visibly shaking. True story, but that year Ping An was playful and knocked down the wood standing on the wall. Seeing that he could not dodge in time, Xing Qingzhang protected Ping An with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to block the thick wooden stick. He said it was a wooden stick. There were two small trees there. As thick as it was, the force of the smashing down was fierce, Xing Qingzhang was already weak and couldn't resist, and his hands fell from there.

Acupuncture should be strong but not ruthless. It needs to pierce into the thick flesh and avoid other parts to directly hit the vital points. The wrist is the most demanding.

Xing Qingzhang obviously couldn't hold it anymore, Ping An's guilt came again, he grabbed Xing Qingzhang's clothes, tears rolled in his eyes, and his mind was hot and cold.

Seeing that his silly brother had no desire to stop, he actually took out another needle, and pressed the old man's ankle back Yin meridian point for another burst of needles.

No more needles!

If this continues, the right hand will be really useless!

"Brother!" Ping An grabbed him with both hands, trying his best to prevent him from harming himself: "Do you want your right hand?"

Xing Qingzhang's face was dripping with sweat, dripping down his thin chin. His eyes were brighter than ever at the moment, even brighter than when he had a healthy wrist.

Pinching the needle in his right hand, his wrist trembled uncontrollably. Xing Qingzhang let go of his clenched back teeth. teaching.

The him now, the one who picked up the silver needle, is that unfit eagle in the sky of Jiuyuan.

Just this stitch...

Just this one stitch.

"Peace, let me go."