Zhang Qian himself was also shocked by the patient's reaction.

He has used Fengliu Jing since he was a child, and his main uses are only three. The first is to relieve itching after biting mosquitoes, the second is to refresh the mind when they are drowsy, and the third is to put it in the toilet to deodorize. But even break the head, it will never be expected that Fengliu Jing can awaken people from a coma.

However, when Zhang Qian looked back and thought about the treatment process he had just given the patient, he was not too shocked. The patient was dehydrated with high fever and was locked in an airtight house. He lacked fresh air supply. After he came in, he ordered Ren Cong to poke two holes in the window, and then supplemented the patient with electrolytes and moisture. In addition, the strong stimulation of the wind oil essence on the nerve endings, so it was natural for the patient to recover from his coma.

"Don't be busy crying for the first time. There are so many things to do. This is the first step!" He gently kicked Ren Cong, who had already cried into tears with his toes. He shouted: "The two pills just now are mainly used to reduce fever and relieve pain. They should take effect in twenty minutes, just a little more than a quarter of an hour. Go find the strongest wine, and then use boiled water to make a large bucket of salt water for later use. If the medicine's fever reduction effect is not obvious enough, we have to physically reduce the fever for Lingzun."

After a few words, he expressed them in modern Chinese. It was minutes, fever reduction, and physics. How could Ren Cong understand? However, the fat man saw his father being pulled back from the gate of ghost by Zhang Qian with two drops of green magic medicine, and he had already worshipped the latter as a god. He immediately jumped up and shouted at the main hall, "Hurry, hurry up, the immortal master said, bring all the wine in the farm, and salt, and use all the salt to transform water!"

"As long as the degree is the highest..." Zhang Qian was so angry that his eyes turned pale. He quickly chased after him, slapped the other party hard on the back of the head, and corrected loudly. "Don't have that much, just the strongest wine, half a barrel is enough. Don't have that much salt water. The wooden barrel for bathing should be used to melt the upper half of the barrel with boiling water. You go in person, don't get in trouble here. Also, no matter who comes in next time, rinse your mouth, wash your hands, and wash your face first!"

"Hey, hey!" At this moment, even if Zhang Qian asked him to go up to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire, the little fat Ren Cong would never frown. He agreed to rush out of the house, and rushed all the way.

Worried that he would make a mistake in his busy schedule, Ren Quan quickly followed. The eldest daughter of the Ren family raised her hand and quickly wiped away the tears on her face. She walked to the door of the house, knelt on both knees, and admitted her mistake loudly: "Immortal Master, the little girl has no eyes. She misunderstood you before, and she deserves to die. As long as you can save your father, the little girl is willing to let the immortal master deal with it!"

"First of all, I am not an immortal master. Others, wait for Ling Zun to truly escape from danger..." Zhang Qian frowned and responded casually. Halfway through speaking, he realized that the other party might not understand, shook his head, and could not help but convert it into the language that the Tang people were used to. "Others, wait for Ling Zun to be truly rescued. Also, let someone find my clothes, belt and shoes. I just have to keep it for myself to remember it!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to find it now, and then look it now!" The housekeeper Ren Fu regretted it so much that his intestines were blue, and he couldn't wait to agree on the side.

If he had known that Zhang Qian was a real master, he would never have instructed the servants to detain the other party's clothes. Compared with the life of his own director Qiong, the clothes and shoes with strange appearances and materials would be insignificant even if they were successfully imitated!

"Immortal Master, what you mean is that my father hasn't really woken up yet!" The eldest lady Ren Yingying's attention was completely attracted by the word "real" in Zhang Qian's words, and her face turned pale in an instant. She reached out and lifted the curtain, leaned in and asked loudly.

"Don't lift the curtains randomly, be careful to bring in bacteria!" Zhang Qian was about to use scissors to cut the silkworm-like bandage on Ren Qiong's arm. Hearing the movement at the door, he quickly turned his head and scolded him.

Then, he quickly realized that people in this era did not understand what bacteria were. He frowned and added again, "Ling Zun looked like a semi-coma, and the groans were all unconsciously emitted. That is, even if he himself did not know that he was moaning, he could not hear what you were saying. Whether he could successfully rescue him, first, see if he could successfully reduce the fever. Secondly, see if he could infect his wounds, that is, the evil spirits you said were dissolved by the medicine."

He was fed the patient before, but he didn't feel tired. He explained the patient's condition to Ren Yingying, but his forehead was so tired that he felt sweaty. Fortunately, there was still a "quack doctor" Sun Anzu standing in the room. This person had more medical knowledge than Ren Yingying. It was difficult to hear the "Immortal Master" explain it. This person took the initiative to help, "Reduce the fever, which should mean to eliminate the evil heat. Ling Zun's arrow injury itself is not very serious, and the arrow was pulled out at that time. The problem was that the wound became suppurated, and the evil energy contaminated the bloodline. If the evil heat could be eliminated, it would be equivalent to curbing the attack of the evil energy. But this is just a symptom. If you want to treat the root cause, you have to use medicine to dissolve the evil energy, so that the wound will no longer flow into pus, and the arms will no longer be swollen. Immortal Master, I don't know if it's right?!"

The last sentence was asked by Zhang Qian, and his attitude was extremely respectful. After hearing this, the latter felt that only half of them understood correctly, but he could not think of better words to correct them. He could only smile and nodded with a wry smile, "The imperial doctor said it right. I was anxious before, and I spoke a little. Please forgive me!"

"Zhe kill, Zhe kill!" Sun Anzu was so scared that he waved his hand repeatedly, "The immortal master killed the younger generation. If the younger generation's medical skills are not as good as the immortal master, it is a blessing in his three lives to be able to listen to the lessons. He dare not have any complaints about the immortal master."

Doctors of this era have a ignorant relationship with Taoism. His great-grandfather Sun Simiao was both a miracle doctor and a well-known Taoist priest. So in his opinion, Zhang Qianneng used such an exquisitely made immortal pill and only used two drops of immortal liquid to awaken Ren Qiong from a critical state. He was obviously a master of Taoism.

The age of a master of Tao cannot be calculated based on his appearance. It is rumored that many Qi training men over a thousand years old can rejuvenate and look like they are always beautiful boys of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Master Zhang in front of him has the ability to revive the dead and is also a beautiful boy, and he must have been rejuvenated. In this way, Sun Anzu thought that his younger generation would never suffer any losses!

"I am really not an immortal master, and I am not as old as you!" Zhang Qian's scalp was shattered when he was treated as an elder by an old man with white beard. He quickly put down his scissors and explained loudly.

"Yes, master, I understand! The road of Tao is long, and those who can understand it are the first!" Sun Anzu was stunned and quickly made up for another explanation.

According to rumors in the Taoist sect, some strange people opened the Baihui acupoint when they were born, and they could suddenly realize the great way in their teens, and then ascend to the sun. The immortal master Zhang in front of him probably belongs to this kind of person.

"I'm not a master either!" Zhang Qian was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and then shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, let it go! Anyway, I don't admit that I am an immortal master, nor is it a master. I just happened to come here and happened to carry a few medicines on my body!"

"I understand. It's a coincidence, it happens!" Sun Anzu thought for a while, and Zheng pointed at it.

The immortal master does not admit that he is an immortal master, so he needs to experience in the world and polish his heart. The meaning of a few medicines is to avoid any ordinary people coming to disturb him in the future and to make barriers in advance. This medicine can only be given to those who are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to

Once a person's thinking goes astray, even nine cows cannot pull it back. Sun Anzu is in this situation at the moment. No matter how Zhang Qian tells about the flowers, he can find an explanation related to the Tao of immortality.

'You understand, no one! If you understand, you will find a way to send me back to the 21st century. I will give you all the cash, savings card and password!' When you saw Sun Anzu's expression, Zhang Qian knew that the misunderstanding was deeper, and he was so angry that he cursed in his stomach.

However, he knew that the more he explained, the deeper the misunderstanding would be. So he simply stopped wasting his mouth, sighed, pointed outside the house, and shouted at Sun Anzu and Ren Yingying, "Forget it, you two, just come and help. First find salt water to wash their hands and faces, and then rinse their mouths. After a quarter of an hour...", he turned his head and looked at Ren Qiong, whose moans gradually stopped. He continued to give orders, "In a quarter of an hour, we will find a way to clean his wounds again."

On the hospital bed, water had already appeared on Ren Qiong's forehead, and his breathing gradually became stable. "Ticket, ticket, collect, collect!" Ren Qiong was unconscious and moaned in a low voice. Another thing was: I received an invitation to sign a contract in the backstage. The contract looked very complicated and not too friendly. Should I sign the contract now, or wait until the new policy came out? Which book friend can help me give me some advice?
Chapter completed!