Lanke Chess Edge

"Master!!! Master!!!"

Taoist Tong Qiwen panicked all of a sudden, grabbing the Taoist priest's shoulder and trying to shake it but dared not.

"Master!! Master, don't die, master! Master, don't leave me alone! Woooooo~~~woo~~master!"

"Ah! Someone vomited blood!!"

"Where is where?"

"Over there!"

"Really, the table is full of blood!"

"Mother, there will be no problems with the food in this restaurant?"

"ah!?"

"Hiss~~~"

"Don't scare me!"

The entire lobby of the restaurant was in a commotion, and several shop waiters and shopkeepers also rushed here.

In the end, Ji Yuan was the quickest to react, and temporarily ignored the shock in his heart when he saw this situation, and the most important thing was to send him to the doctor as soon as possible.

"Chief Qi Wen, your master is not dead yet! Hurry up and help me, I will carry your master to find a doctor!"

"Oh, yes, yes, find a doctor, find a doctor!"

Ji Yuan kicked away the bench next to him, saying that he was asking the little Taoist priest to help him, but in fact, he helped Taoist Qingsong's limp body up with his own hands, and tapped Taoist Qingsong's large acupoints several times, Then quickly squat with your back slightly so that it can lie on your back.

"Hey, all the guests, be safe and don't be impatient! The food in this building is absolutely safe, and there will be no problems!"

The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and leaned against the corner while appeasing other customers.

"What's wrong with this guest officer, he..."

"Shopkeeper! Human life is at stake, please tell me where there is a medical center near here?"

The shopkeeper looked worriedly at the red-stained desktop, and answered while wiping off his sweat with a handkerchief.

"Go out and turn left at the street corner, then turn right, there is an Anren Medicine Hall at the end of the street!"

"Thank you, everyone in the hall, don't panic. This Taoist priest has been hungry for too long and ate too hastily, which caused the relapse of his old illness. It has nothing to do with the food in Huikelou! Shopkeeper, please don't bother me, please don't ask for change on this table Already!"

After speaking at a very fast speed, Ji Yuan turned his head and said to Qi Wen Xiao Taoist.

"Xiao Daoist remember to keep up!"

Before the little Taoist could understand the meaning of this sentence, Ji Yuan had already stepped out, pushed aside several diners around him, and walked through the shop door to the street.

"Ahh! Wait for me!"

Dao Tong Qi Wen hurriedly followed, but after leaving the store, he looked again, and saw that Ji Yuan and his master had already arrived at the street corner, so scared that he hurriedly chased after them.

Ji Yuan didn't use any body skills, but he still walked like flying, and ran as fast as if he had no weight behind his back, and his thoughts didn't stop.

This Qingsong Taoist is actually so accurate, especially when he vomits blood after the calculation, it is obvious that his body can't bear the result of the fortune-telling, to be exact, he can't bear the result of the fortune-telling, which also shows this person sideways The ability to calculate.

The idea of ​​'leaking the secret' flashed through Ji Yuan's mind.

But it is obvious that Taoist Qingsong can only be regarded as physically strong at best, but he is still an ordinary person, and he doesn't even know martial arts. Then is it true that all fortune tellers in this world are capable, or Taoist Qingsong is especially strong ?

Even in the past life, fortune-telling is really mysterious sometimes, and a capable fortune-teller is accurate in many things, and it is not bad if you want to come to this world.

Ji Yuan no longer thinks about it anymore, the most urgent thing now is to save the person, after all, it was because he had to tell his fortune that he vomited blood and passed out. It is not worth a life for a meal!

Even with the infusion of spirit energy, the Qingsong Taoist on his back was still as angry as a thread, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

‘Don’t really die! '

…………

Finding a doctor to save people this time is much smoother than asking the doctor to save the fox last time. When Ji Yuan rushed into the Anren Medicine Hall and shouted for the doctor to save people, the old doctor inside rushed to see the doctor.

With the help of the shop assistants, Taoist Qingsong Qi Xuan was put on the bed in the inner hall, and Taoist priest Qi Wen arrived in the medicine hall shortly afterward, panting.

In the inner hall of Anren Pharmacy Hall, the old doctor frowns tightly, pulses and rolls his eyelids to look at his eyes.

"Doctor, my master..."

"Shh! The Taoist priest don't disturb the doctor's consultation!"

The old doctor looked at Qi Wen, then at Ji Yuan.

"This Taoist priest is weak in energy and blood. Some martial arts masters sealed his acupoints with the method of sealing qi by tapping acupoints. It seems that he has taken some life-extending Jianghu tonic to survive until now. I am going to supplement it with medicine to smoke the body. Let’s try acupuncture and moxibustion under the premise, anyone of you who knows martial arts and acupuncture points, come and help me!”

"Just do your best, doctor, I'll help you!"

Ji Yuan hurriedly stood up.

"Yeah, take off his clothes, everyone else go out, Mu'er is going to smoke moxa, Ruo'er bring me some sets of silver needles!"

…………

Soon there were only a few people in charge of treatment left in the inner hall of Anren Great Medicine Hall, and Qi Wen was also taken to the outer hall by an in-store clerk of the old doctor.

The doctor in his seventies and eighties held the silver needle with a sharp look in his eyes, and he didn't look at Ji Yuan, and the voice of the order in his mouth was full of air.

"Acupoint his acupoints, seal his triple burner, and don't let him lose his breath! I'm going to give acupuncture!"

"good!"

Ji Yuan was also sweating on his forehead, his nervousness was not necessarily lower than before the last time he fought the big snake, his fingers turned into phantoms and connected points on Taoist Qingsong.

The old doctor then stimulated the acupoints that Ji Yuan had tapped, and every time he went through a stage, the apprentices next to him would come up to smoke the moxa.

After half an hour, Taoist Qingqing was already pierced with silver needles like a hedgehog.

"Mr., after I remove the silver needle, please infuse him with true energy to protect his heart veins!"

"Um!"

Ji Yuan didn't have time to wipe his sweat now, while the old doctor and his apprentices were all focused on Taoist Qingsong, he performed a small water avoidance technique, and the sweat on his body and face flowed backwards, pooled and seeped out from his feet.

Another half a quarter of an hour passed after the silver needle was withdrawn for infusion, and now an old doctor kept gently pressing Taoist Qingsong's back with both hands.

‘This doctor is even more powerful than Doctor Tong in Ning’an! '

This is Ji Yuan's evaluation in his heart.

…………

The whole rescue process lasted an hour in total, which was far more difficult and complicated than the last rescue of the red fox. Ji Yuan felt as if he had personally experienced a major surgery in later life.

At this time, Taoist Qingsong was lying on the bed, although his breath was still weak, but at least it could be seen that his breath was steady.

"Phew... this old man thought that he couldn't be saved. It seems that the internal energy of Jianghu masters is indeed miraculous. Doctors should also practice it!"

The old doctor was so tired that he sat down on a chair beside him, sighing while wiping his sweat.

Ji Yuan didn't point out the misunderstanding of the old doctor's understanding. After all, if a doctor really learns internal skills, although it is not as good as spiritual energy, it is still helpful for curing diseases. Even in the martial arts, there are many people with excellent medical skills and martial arts.

"Doctor, how long will he wake up?"

"I don't know, but the wind cannot be vented for the time being, and we can't let it be infected with wind evil, otherwise it will be in vain. Let's wait for a while."

"Um!"

…………

It was already evening, in the inner hall of Anren Great Medicinal Hall, the unconscious Daoist Qingsong was covered with a thin quilt, and sandalwood was lit beside him.

Ji Yuan, Qi Wen and a waiter from the pharmacy were by the side, while the old doctor continued to watch the store outside after taking a nap.

When Taoist Qingsong slowly came to his senses, the first thing he saw was the roof beams of the inner hall.

"Hey...water...water..."

Taoist Qingsong made a hoarse sound, which lifted the spirits of the three waiting people.

"I'll get it!"

The store clerk immediately got up to get the qi-tonifying tea that had been boiled warm for a long time, while Qi Wen was crying and clutching at the side of the bed.

"Master... woo... told you not to talk nonsense... woo..."

The shop clerk hurried over with a bowl of tea, and leaned against the bed to support Taoist Qingsong's head.

"Water is coming, water is coming!"

"Come on, be careful, drink slowly!"

After drinking a bowl of warm water, Daoist Qingsong felt a lot more comfortable, he was alive, patted the crying apprentice, and turned to look at Ji Yuan who was silent.

"Hey... I figured it out... What does it mean to guess the number of days without knowing it... I don't think I counted my husband's death, but my own death..."

Ji Yuan cupped his hands apologetically.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Tired ended up like this..."

Being able to speak proves that his life is saved, and he joked about this fate.

"Presumably the Taoist priest won't want to take a closer look at Ji's face and palm reading."

Taoist Qingsong raised his left arm tremblingly, looked at his palm, a faint line of blood ran across half of his palm.

"No... When I just woke up, I already took a close look at Mr.'s face..."

As soon as these words came out, even Ji Yuan was stunned for a while, let alone Xiao Daotong, this is really short-lived!

"Little doctor, I still want to drink some water, please pour me another bowl!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

The pharmacist, who was a bit confused just now, grabbed the pottery bowl and ran away.

As soon as he left, Taoist Qingsong looked at Ji Yuan again.

"Uh ho... ho... sir, you can't see through his face at all, and the more you look at it, the more confused you feel in your heart. It must be the same with palm reading... sir... you are not a mortal, are you?"

Xiaodaotong Qiwen looked at Ji Yuan in astonishment, and the latter frowned.