Cervical spondylitis, rheumatism and other stubborn diseases, Liu Ping all caught in hand.

Fan Zixun smiled with his eyebrows, and he didn't hesitate to appreciate it, "Liu Ping, old and long -term knowledge."

A middle -aged woman walked into Pujitang with her waist.

Fan Zixun hurriedly introduced, "Liu Ping, this is Gu Lingrou, the principal of Yimin Elementary School, and the lumbar disc was protruding. You must help her. She is a good principal for the students."

After Liu Ping checked the Gu Ling and soft pulse, he carefully looked at Gu Lingrou, "Auntie, your lumbar spine is misplaced, I want to give you a positive bone first, it will hurt, you have to bear it."

Gu Lingrou smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I haven't experienced any pain, don't worry about it."

Liu Ping asked Gu Lingrou to take off his top, lying down on the healing bed, the internal force poured into the palm of the hand, pinched the spine, and slowly stabbed from the neck.

Click, click! The sound of the bone reset is endless.

The sweaty beads appeared on the ancient and pale face, and the flesh on the face twitched from time to time. Although the teeth were bite tightly, the painful sound was still made from time to time.

Ten minutes later, Liu Ping picked up the gold needle, starting from the Dazhui acupoint, stabbing along the Du Mai, the internal force entered the ancient and soft body through the golden needle.

Fan Zixun saw the sweaty beads on Liu Ping's face, and his eyes were full of worry, "Liu Ping, rest for a while."

Liu Ping shook his head, and his eyes showed a firm eyes. "No, stop now, and you must be done in one breath."

Bai Zihan pulled out the handkerchief, with distress and reluctance in her eyes, gently wiped off the sweat beads on Liu Ping's face.

"Thanks!"

Liu Ping feels that there is little internal force, and the gritted teeth urge the internal force to clear the last two acupoints on the ancient and soft meridians.

thump!

Liu Ping's face was pale, sitting in a chair weakly, slowly removed the golden needle, showing a happy smile on his face, "Fortunately, not humiliating."

Gu Ling is grateful, looking at Liu Ping, "Doctor, am I really good?"

Liu Ping took a deep breath, "It's not good yet, I have to prepare you with external application ointment, and apply it for half a month before he can be completely cured."

"Thank you! I can finally stand on the podium again." Gu Lingrou's face was excited and excited.

"Auntie, you have to lie on the bed for at least a week. After the bone festival is completely reset, you can move." Liu Ping explained carefully.

Fan Zixun looked at Gu Lingrou, "President Gu, you stay in Puji Hall these days, I will inform your family."

Liu Ping took a few minutes of rest, prescribed the prescription, and gave it to Fan Zixun, "Which drugs are not, I let people send it."

Fan Zixun looked at the prescription and looked at Liu Ping embarrassingly. "There is only a small part of the medicinal materials, you still let people send it."

Bai Zihan looked at Liu Ping seriously, "Uncle Xiao, there are not many people in the people's clinic, let me take medicine."

"You go, I'll take a break, you wake me back."

Liu Ping stood up and walked into the lounge.

When Liu Ping opened his eyes, he was almost at noon and got up and returned to the clinic. He saw Gu Lingrou still lying on the treatment bed, picked up the gold needle, and pierced into the acupoint of the bladder meridian.

Treat other small problems in the body, just for a while. "

The nurse brought meals and saw Liu Ping woke up, "Dr. Liu, Fan Lao is waiting for you to eat."

Liu Ping answered casually, "Let Fan Lao eat first, I will be fine for a while."

After ten minutes, Liu Ping took the gold needle and left the clinic.

Fan Zixun saw Liu Ping, and immediately greeted, "Eat it quickly."

After a meal, Liu Ping took a break, checked the medicinal materials brought back by Bai Zihan, nodded with satisfaction, divided the medicinal materials into two copies, put the pharmaceutical juice in the casserole, and baked on the charcoal fire.

Fan Zixun, Qiao Guangcheng, Bai Zihan and others stared at Liu Ping's movements with good eyes.

"Xiao Liu, I have seen this method of configured ointment for the first time." Fan Zixun said in surprise.

Liu Ping explained casually, "I used to practice medicine in the countryside, and the equipment was simple. This is my common method."

Liu Ping poured the boiled juice into the large bowl, crushed the dried medicinal materials into powder, poured it into the pills, stirred it well, and turned into a sticky black ointment.

Bai Zihan looked at the ointment in doubt, "This is done? It's not troublesome."

Fan Zixun leaned his lips, "Looking at simple, the size of the heat, and the amount of water needs to be practiced multiple times in order to configure the perfect ointment."

Liu Ping took the ointment into the treatment room, put the ointment evenly on the ancient back waist, and wrapped it with gauze before he breathed a breath. "Aunt Gu, four hours later, you can get out of bed to move,

Lie on the bed at night, let the nurse change your medicine tomorrow afternoon. "

Gu Lingrou gently "um".

Everyone left the diagnosis room and returned to the front hall.

Fan Zixun looked forward to, "Liu Ping, tell me the role of the prescription."

Liu Ping was embarrassed to scratch his hair, "Fan Lao, can you understand the prescription, is it strange, why should I bake it?"

Fan Zixun nodded embarrassedly.

Liu Ping smiled and explained, "The medicinal materials we often use are air -dried, containing wind poison and moisture, and drying into powder, which can not only improve the efficacy, but also reduce side effects. In particular

When applying external application, you must dry it. "

Fan Zixun was shocked, and Shen sighed, "I didn't expect your pharmacological knowledge to be so deep. It is indeed the apprentice of the first Chinese medicine in the world."

Bai Zihan looked at Fan Zixun in doubt, "Fan Lao, everyone said that the first Chinese medicine in the world was Guo Xinlong of the Emperor's capital.

Fan Zixun leaned his lips, "Guo Xinlong is indeed stronger than me, but he is not qualified to be Liu Ping's master."

Qiao Guangcheng flashed a trace of light in his eyes, looking at Liu Ping excitedly, "Uncle Little, will you not be an apprentice of a ghost and god needle?"

Liu Ping stunned and looked at Qiao Guangcheng in surprise, "Do you know the ghost hand?"

Qiao Guangcheng's expression was embarrassing. "I have heard the legend of the ghost hand and god needle, all said that he is the first person in traditional Chinese medicine in the world, and the method of acupuncture is unparalleled."

Liu Ping neither admit it nor denied, sitting on a chair and drinking tea.

Fan Zixun saw that Liu Ping was unwilling to leak his identity, and said nothing.

"Doctor, doctor!"

An anxious shout came from the door of the clinic.

Liu Ping ran out for the first time, and saw two construction workers wearing helmets, raised a blood injured from the pickup truck, hurriedly let the way, and said loudly: "Lift it directly into the diagnosis and treatment room."

The two construction workers carefully carried the wounded into the clinic and placed the stretcher directly on the diagnosis and treatment bed.

Liu Ping immediately checked the wounded situation.

A worker hurriedly explained, "He was broken by the collapsed steel frame."

Fragmented fracture!

Liu Ping couldn't help but take a breath.

A middle -aged man over 50, walking into the clinic quickly, looking at Fan Zixun anxiously, "Doctor, no matter how much the price pays, he must keep his legs."

Fan Zixun nodded, walked into the clinic quickly, and saw Liu Ping's expression dignified. He knew that the injured situation was not optimistic. He tentatively asked: "What is the condition of the wounded? Can the legs be kept?"
Chapter completed!