The figure that was originally collapsed on the ground suddenly jumped up and ran forward several steps. Looking at his vigorous energy, it didn't look like he had been hit by a carriage. Jing Wuming immediately turned over and dismounted, and approached with a knife: "

Where do these unscrupulous people come from to blackmail you on the street!"

Seeing that the people watching had lost interest, the man cursed in his heart, raised his skinny hand and was about to speak, when he glanced at Long Qi, who was driving the car, with surprise in his eyes, and looked at Long Qi a few more times.

, murmured: "It's so damn similar."

Jing Wuming heard clearly and was about to get closer to see the man's true face. The man suddenly turned his head and looked over. His eyes were as cold as ice. He felt numb in his heart. He was about to have an attack when the man suddenly grabbed his wrist.

, smiled gloomily: "You are not going to die soon."

Hearing such unlucky words made Jing Wuming furious, but the man ran away with a smile. Jing Wuming's eyebrows were twitching. The lights were dim just now, but he could see that this man was estimated to be in his fifties. He was thin and raw.

With a pair of rat eyes, he doesn't look like a good person.

It's just that this man didn't have much momentum, but his words were gloomy and uncomfortable. He loosened his grip on the knife, turned around and walked towards his horse. As soon as he took the reins, he felt dizzy.

Jing Wuming thought that his skills were good, so he covered up his uneasiness and got on his horse!

Boom, Long Qi and Qin Feng heard the sound and looked over. The majestic Jing Wuming fell from his horse and was unconscious.

This incident caused the people who had just scattered to gather around again. Qin Feng hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, lifted Jing Wuming's head and took a look. His lips were black, and he was obviously poisoned!

That man just now... Qin Feng gritted his teeth. The man had already run out of sight. It was urgent to save people now. He immediately put the man into the carriage and ordered Long Qi to drive to the hospital. Qin Feng held Feng Bao's lantern to shine.

When he opened Jing Wuming's throat, he found that his tonsils were inflamed and the breath he exhaled was hot, so heavy!

When the two of them came into contact just now, the only contact between the man and Jing Wuming was when he held his wrist. This was so similar to when he poisoned Tang Xiang. Qin Feng's heart moved slightly. He opened Jing Wuming's sleeves and saw that

The pulse area turns black and blue veins emerge.

Compared with his own invisible needle hole, the traces of Jing Wuming's needle prick were more obvious. That man had injected Jing Wuming with a poisonous needle!

Feng Bao and Jing Wuming didn't get along for long, but he also knew that this man was just a little reckless and not a bad person. He immediately looked anxiously: "I'm afraid the old man is sick. He poisoned in front of so many people without any complaints.

With no hatred, is Jing Wuming going to die?"

Qin Feng remained silent, quickly picked up the medicine box, took out his set of needles, brushed his hands over the large and small needles, and finally took out a silver needle that was not slender: "Hold a good lamp."

Feng Bao immediately brought the lamp closer. Qin Feng lowered his head to search for Jing Wuming's veins. The silver needle quickly opened the skin and penetrated quickly. Blood beads came out one after another. Feng Bao covered his mouth.

, the blood is red with black, very scary!

Qin Feng's movements were very fast, so fast that he almost had a double image. Perhaps he felt the pain on his skin, and Jing Wuming groaned a few times.

Long Qi, who was driving the carriage, heard the news and kept his mouth shut. He held the reins tighter and the carriage drove faster and faster.

When they arrived at the medical clinic, several doctors who had not yet come off duty saw Long Qi coming in with a man on his back, followed by their curator. They were about to follow him in, but were stopped by Feng Bao: "Please don't disturb me, this is an emergency, Prince Consort."

Cook it yourself.”

Several doctors could only be isolated outside the door. Qin Feng put Jing Wuming down and saw that the blood from the prick had faded a lot of black.

The method he just used was pricking the collaterals, which is bloodletting.

When the acupuncture points are opened, the blood will emerge in the shape of condensed beads, which can detoxify and clear away turbid air.

Jingwuzhong has not been poisoned for a long time, and it has not yet moved along the seven tendons and eight meridians to the lungs, so pricking the collaterals will have the fastest effect.

At this time, seeing that the blood was no longer stained, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pill from the drawer, stuffed it into his mouth, and slapped his back hard. Jing Wu choked, and the pill fell into his throat. Qin Feng looked again

The heat rash that had just appeared on his wrist was still there.

He had a rash on his skin and his throat was inflamed. The man had given him heat poison. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I can't die."

Feng Bao and Long Qi looked at each other and said in unison: "You really can't die?"

If Jing Wuming were awake, he would probably have to ask, do you two want me to die, or do you want me to live?

Can't you hear the joy in this tone?

Qin Feng took his pulse and then listened to his heart sounds to confirm that his vital signs were normal. He just gave Jing Wuming a detoxifying pill that clears away heat and poison. It contains fire-eating grass, cocklebur and other ingredients, and it works quickly.

If you can see the heat rash disappear after half a stick of incense, it means that the poison has been detoxified. Feng Bao actually lit an incense after hearing the consequences, as if to verify Qin Feng’s statement, but it was not even half a stick of incense.

, the red rash on Jing Wuming’s wrist disappeared obviously.

After all, he is a Lianjiazi. His physique is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the effect of the medicine takes effect quickly.

When Jing Wuming woke up, he felt his throat was burning, his stomach ached, and his eyes were hot. Long Qi was squatting beside him, looking at him with a pair of eyes without anger: "Are you awake?"

"What's going on?" When Jing Wuming opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse: "Where am I?"

"You kid had someone plot against you. The man poisoned you just now. Fortunately, my boss gave you the cure. If you don't wake up, he will give you an injection." Long Qi finally showed a hint of gloating.

This was the first time Jing Wuming had heard about injections, and he thought that Long Qi had hit his head and was talking about injections.

When he turned around, he saw that Qin Feng was really holding a strange thing in his hand. The thing was in the shape of a tube, but it had a small needle at the front.

Isn’t that a glass tube, and why is it carrying a needle?

What Qin Feng was holding was the syringe he had modified. In fact, there was a similar thing in this dynasty, but it was made of bamboo tube and the shape of the device was slightly different. It was used for enema.

This thing was mentioned in Zhang Zhongjing's medical book, and later generations believed that this thing was the predecessor of the syringe.

Qin Feng rarely uses syringes, for no other reason. In later generations, these were disposable items and were disposed of as medical waste after use. However, there was no plastic in this dynasty, so he used colored glaze instead. The cost was high, and it was expensive to make one.

effort.

It would be too troublesome and expensive to just use and throw away like later generations, so unless it was absolutely necessary, he would save as much as he could on the extracts he carefully prepared, and he would not use this syringe as much as he could.

He just planned that if Jing Wuming didn't wake up, he would ruthlessly inject the medicine. Unexpectedly, the guard was in good physical condition and survived. He put away his things and said: "It's normal to feel uncomfortable in the throat. After a few days,

It’ll be fine in one day.”

"Damn, did you let someone plot against me?" Jing Wuming thought of the unattractive middle-aged man and became very angry: "You dare to poison me in broad daylight. No, I have to report it to the government.
Chapter completed!