Returning from the Immortal World

Traditional Chinese medicine is the essence of the country, 5,000 years of civilizational heritage, generations of accumulation. And the market for medicines in every city is a hidden place where Chinese medicine saints like to live.

Mu Qingping firmly believed in this, so at the same time as visiting famous doctors, the market also took her daughter to the Chinese medicine market in every city, set the stage, hoping to meet the divine doctor in the sea of the blind people, cure the daughter's strange disease.

It is said that men will be brave in rewards.

Every time Mu Qingping comes to the pharmaceutical market, the leadership of the pharmaceutical market management office will send someone to help her set the stage, and every time, many people will go to the stage to consult for her daughter.

“Let me try! ”

When Tang Xiu arrived, he squeezed to the front of the crowd and was ready to board the platform.

“I'll go first! When you're a little girl, don't make this fuss. There's some money you can't get. ”

In the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed in a middle-aged mountain suit, frozen his eyes and walked onto the platform.

Tang Xiu picked his eyebrows, stood in front of the crowd, and there was no counterattack.

On the platform.

Mu Qingping looked forward, respectfully asked: "What is your last name? ”

“Chu… Chu Guoxiang. ”

“Hello Dr. Chu, thank you for coming out. Would you like to see my daughter's case? It also describes the symptoms she has examined over the years. ”

“Give it to me! ”

Chu Guoxiang turned his head and took the thick stack of inspection reports. He watched carefully and seriously for a few minutes. His eyebrows wrinkled with the word "Chuan”. Come and sit in front of a single bed and reach out and grab the girl's wrist.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Consultation: Ask questions.

Chu Guoxiong pressed the girl's pulse for more than a minute. He shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed: “Weird, really weird. I've seen countless cases in decades since I was a doctor, but I've never been in such a strange situation. She has excessive coldness in her body, pulsating, and slightly different from her normal menstrual veins. The most important thing was her muscle pulse, and when I was just putting the pulse in, I touched the five mile point of the hand in her arm with my other hand, which was a big hole, a few of the surrounding muscle pulses, but when I touched it, she obviously had a strong sense of pain. This indicates that the problem lies above the meridians and muscles in her body. ”

Say it!

He stalled and smiled again: “There is no way to do it, there is no way to treat it. ”

“Alas!”

Mu Qingping sighed deeply, and his heart felt even more bitter. She looked forward to it again and again and again, disappointed. Now her heart, already irritated, is desperate.

Hundreds of people around them shook their heads with disappointment. At least half of these hundreds have seen the scene today. Even many people have seen Mu Qingping come here to set the stage more than ten times.

They pity the little girl!

Like Mu Qingping, they wanted to have a shrink to solve the child's physical pain.

Chu Guoxiang looked at Mu Qingping's disappointed expression and silenced for a moment, slowly said: “Perhaps there is a man who can diagnose your daughter's strange illness and even very likely cure her. ”

When Mu Qingping's eyes lit up, he asked in a hurry: "Who's the doctor? ”

Chu Guoxiong said: "My master, the ghost is sad. ”

“Wow...”

Half the people around him made a noise, and everyone looked at Chu Guoxiang with shock, and their eyes revealed an incredible light. No one in the whole country has ever heard of the sad name of a shrink? And this middle-aged man, Chu Guoxiang, is a grieving apprentice!

“As the saying goes: the famous master is a high man. Even if Chu Guoxiang can't cure the little girl, his medical treatment must be very good. ”

“Herald of the Divine Doctor! It is a great privilege to meet the Divine Doctor today. ”

“The god doctor is sad. He hasn't shown up in almost 20 years. Where is he now? ”

“The apprentice of the Divine Doctor can't cure the little girl, I'm afraid there's no hope. ”

“Meet the Great God! ”

“ …… ”

Mu Qingping had heard the grieving fame of the Doctor Shen many times before, and this time, her heart raised strong hope and looked forward to asking: "Dr. Chu, your master he... where is he? ”

Chu Guoxiong smiled bitterly: “Actually, I don't know where Master Eun is right now. His old man's whereabouts are uncertain, and I haven't seen him in four years. However, every five years, my master will come to me, and when I see Eun Shi again, I will naturally tell him about you. If the old man wants to fight, I'll contact you. ”

Mu Qingping hastily informed Chu Guoxiang of his contact details and thanked him.

Tang Xiu stood at the front of the crowd and saw Chu Guoxiong's diagnosis. His mind moved slightly. As he was about to go on the platform and examine the girl himself, he came out of the crowd with all the sarcasm:

“What kind of disciple of the Divine Doctor, I think, is Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao! The ghost is indeed a highly regarded divine doctor of virtue, a medical practitioner, a virtuous man, admirable. But Kamikaze, you can't even cure children. This is not an international joke! ”

For a moment!

All eyes are focused on the speaker.

He was an elderly man with white hair, a goatee on his skinny face, a grin in his triangle eyes, dressed like clothes from the '50s and' 60s, a coarse cloth, and a turban. Most importantly, the shoes he wore on his feet, those were linen shoes.

“Who are you? ”

Chu Guoxiong frowned deeply and looked at the elderly with hostility.

The old man sneered: "You don't deserve to know who the old man is. Maybe the old man didn't know his husband until he got here. ”

Chu Guoxiang glanced at him and said in silence for a moment: "I don't have to explain whether my teacher is sad or not. If you look down on me and think I'm not doing anything, why don't you go see this little girl yourself, treat her? If you can cure her, it's a great deal of merit. ”

The old man said arrogantly: "Now that the old man has come forward, he will cure her. ”

Speaking.

He stepped onto the platform and sat by the bed.

Look at the medical records, observe the colours, put the pulse...

The process of consultation with traditional Chinese medicine, the elderly are very familiar with it. The arrogance on his face grew a little heavy over time. By the time his fingers were removed from the girl's pulse, the whole face was dark.

“Xuan Ice Vein, Thousand Needles. ”

The old man spit out six words and stood up silently.

Mu Qingping's breathing became impatient again. Although she did not understand what the old man meant, she seemed to see hope and asked hastily: "Old man, can you cure my daughter's strange illness? ”

With a pity in his eyes, the old man shook his head and said: "Don't bother. She is born with a thousand needles, and her body is more of a brown ice vein, which is not curable. And there's no time. ”

Mu Qingping's face changed dramatically. “What do you mean, old man? My daughter she..."

The old man sighed: "I have seen this in the ancient Chinese medicine books. She must have been sick for the last two or three years. ”

Mu Qingping's pupils contracted and said: "Yes! More than two years ago. My daughter was fine, but her father was in a car accident. She heard of a major illness and had a high fever for seven days. And then... and then it went like this. ”

The old man said helplessly, "If it's treatment in those seven days, there may be hope. But it's too late, it's a miracle that she's been able to hold on for more than two years in such pain. The child was pathetic, and the pain she suffered was unimaginable. I think if it hadn't been for her extremely strong willpower, I would have...”

Mu Qingping's tears snapped out of her orbit. Why didn't she know about the pain? Daughters die of pain every day and are fainted at least ten times a day. But every two or three hours, he wakes up and continues to suffer.

“Putong...”

Mu Qingping knelt in front of the old man, her white teeth bite her lips. As the blood leaked, she cried with a heavy plea: “Old man, please do something. Whatever you want me to do to save my daughter. As long as my daughter is healthy, I will give you this life. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "I can help you, old man. Don't say it's me, even if Hua Zheng is alive, the flat beard is reborn, it's hard to cure her. As for ghost sorrow... the old man is even worse. Listen to me, instead of immersing her in pain every day, let him sooner... Alas! ”

“Impossible! ”

Mu Qingping screamed. She suddenly climbed up from the ground, her eyes like a hungry wolf, staring dead at the old man and screaming: "No way! My daughter can be cured. She can be cured! You're a liar, you get out of here, you get out of here...”

She cries, her voice, like Nightingale cries blood.

Hundreds of surrounding crowds, some soft hearted, have begun to weep. They were heartbroken by the tearing of Mu Qingping's heart and lungs.

“Is it my turn now? ”

Tang Xiu walked onto the platform and glanced at Chu Guoxiang and the elderly. He said softly.

Chu Guoxiang also wanted to laugh at the old man who had just traveled arrogantly, but Mu Qingping's appearance made him sad, while giving up the idea of ridicule.

Yet!

When he saw Tang Xiu again, he heard Tang Xiu's words. A rage breeds from the bottom of my heart, and the anger blames me: "What is wrong with you? Don't you understand me? The money is the child's life-saving money, not something you can fingerprint. How come you're so greedy when you're a little girl? Aren't you afraid that you can't cure the child and that you're embarrassed here? ”

Tang Xiu said indifferently: "So if I cure it, you're the one who's embarrassed? ”

As soon as Chu Guoxiang was foolish, he said sarcastically: "On your own? Can you fix it? No kidding. If you can cure this child, I'll give you your last name, and I'll kneel down and worship you as a teacher. ”

“I don't want cheap sons, I don't need cheap apprentices. Excuse me...”