"Thank you, my husband."

Cao Shu was full of excitement. She thought she was going to lose her son, but she didn't expect that she would be able to get it back now.

This is naturally grateful to Zhao Yue.

Director Wang's face was also full of excitement, but in addition to his excitement, he also had doubts.

This case where all doctors in the world are helpless, but why did this young man succeed?

"I don't want Xiao Langjun to have such medical skills, which really makes people look at him with admiration."

Zhao Yue smiled softly and said, "Just a small trick."

Small means?

Director Wang was speechless. If this was a small trick, how could the whole healthy doctor, Xiaoxianweng, and Bao Liangshi deal with it?

"I don't know what kind of disease my son is, and how to treat it so that he can recover from recurrence?"

"I need to tell Situ a story about what kind of illness the son is, and Situ will naturally understand."

"Let's say there is a Jeju City at the foot of Taihang Mountain. There is a "Jisentang" pharmacy in the city. A few days ago, a new doctor was hired in the hall. Although the person who was sitting in the hall was new, he had great power in treating diseases and dispensing medicines, and was particularly skilled in internal medicine.

One day, a funeral was held in Jeju City. Seeing the funeral that the general was worthy, I guess it was a poor family. When the thin-panel coffin was carried by Jishoutang, a few blood was drained.

The gentleman who was sitting in front of the counter saw blood, was shocked, and then looked closely and shouted: "How can the funeral person carry the living out?"

The mourning, elegy, and blowing in the funeral team performed their duties without anyone paying attention to them.

The man sitting in the hall was anxious and stepped forward to pull the half-grown child who was pulling the spirit banner and refused to let go. He kept shouting: "There are living people in the coffin, but the person in the coffin is not dead!"

The funeral procession was in chaos. Several young people thought he was intentional and wanted to beat him. The drummer was an old man, knowledgeable, and saw that the man in the hall did not look like a vicious person. He stopped the young man and called him to take him off.

The middle-aged man's surname is Wu and his name is Fengsheng. The one who was buried in the coffin was his wife Jia. He was only 28 years old and died of yang due to blood loss during childbirth. Local customs say that young women died of bleeding and other symptoms are collectively called "blood disaster". In order not to affect their family members and neighbors, they must be buried as soon as possible.

On that day, Jia had just fainted, and the elders in the clan were forced to make a funeral. On the afternoon of the day, he lost his wife in middle age and was extremely sad. When the man in the hall said that, he was so whimsical that he was willing to open a coffin and examine the autopsy.

As soon as this said, several stupid boys rushed forward and pried open the coffin lid with a creaking sound.

Mr. Sei Tang grabbed the dead man, Guan Yuan and other acupoints. In an instant, Jia sometimes breathed, then moaned, then opened his eyes slightly, and half owed his body to start. This medical case caused a sensation in Jeju City.

After inquiring about the name of Mr. Chentang, he found out that it was Wang Shuhe on Taihang Mountain. So those who knew a little about it also told the story of Mr. Wang's practice in his hometown and that the shopkeeper who was not lucky enough to "diagnose" his death.

For a time, one spread to ten, ten spread to hundreds, and Wang Shuhe was spread to the present day Bian Que and Hua Tuo again. All kinds of strange rumors spread to the capital Xuchang, and the princes and ministers hired and invited Wang Shuhe to Kyoto as the imperial physician order."

Zhao Yue told this story better than a storyteller. Not only did Director Wang Cao Shu attract attention, but even Wang Yue, who was seriously ill in bed, was attracted to him.

"Mr. Lang means, is I pretending to die like that Jia?"

"good."

Zhao Yue nodded slightly.

"Deep coma, also known as fake death, is a serious coma state, where the patient is like death. The heartbeat and breathing are difficult to measure with human hands. Because the life indicators such as breathing and heartbeat are very weak, they look almost exactly like dead people on the surface. If you do not check carefully, it is easy to be mistaken for being dead; even if the "corpse" is treated or buried, it is just that their breathing, heartbeat, pulse, and blood pressure are very weak and cannot be detected by general methods. This state is called fake death."

"Fake death is the result of cerebral hypoxia. The patient's breathing and heartbeat are extremely weak, so it is often considered dead. Fake death is often caused by various injuries, such as hanging, strangling, drowning, etc.."

"Do you remember the methods I used to diagnose the son's condition?"

Director Wang was stunned for a moment and said, "Tie the patient's fingers with a rope, press the patient's eyeballs with your fingers, and place the slender chicken feathers in front of the patient's nostrils?"

At that time, Director Wang thought this was an evil method and wanted to stop it on the spot.

But in the end, I stopped this idea by thinking about being a dead horse.

"good."

Zhao Yue nodded slightly.

"If the pupils are deformed with your fingers. After you loosen your fingers, your pupils can recover, which means that the patient is not dead. Put the thin chicken feathers in front of the patient's nostrils. If the chicken feathers flutter, it means that the patient is breathing. Use a rope to tie the patient's fingers, if there is a purple swelling at the fingers, it means that the patient has blood circulation and is not really dead."

Zhao Yue smiled and said, "That's why I dare to conclude that the son was pretending to die, not that the real medicine stone was helpless."

"I see."

Director Wang nodded slightly and also had a certain understanding of Zhao Yue’s previous methods.

"I don't want Xiao Langjun to be young, not only has good calligraphy and writing poetry, but now he has such a wonderful medical skill. Even the entire Jiankang doctor can cure diseases that can't be cured. If you weren't in front of me, I would really think you were the reincarnation of a celestial being."

“Hahaha~”

Zhao Yue laughed and said, "Where did the reincarnation of the gods? It was just that I read more books. When the boy was young, a man gave me a book and turned to me. When I saw him so casual, I took the book to read it carefully, but it turned out to be a medical book."

"oh?"

The surprise on Director Wang's face became even stronger.

"Don't you want your husband to have such a chance?"

If it were normal times, Zhao Yue said that he was favored by immortals, Director Wang would definitely sneer.

But now it's different.

He cured Wang Yue's disease, which was not cured by all doctors in the world.

If this kid had no guidance from the immortal, how could he have such ability?

With Cao Shu's support, Wang Yue slowly stood up and bowed to Zhao Yue and said, "Thank you for your life-saving kindness."

"It's easy to say."

Zhao Yue glanced at Director Wang, who was also open-minded and said, "Don't worry, Director Wang is also a person who is grateful for his kindness. You saved my Dalang's life today. Of course, I will not interfere with the matter of Princess Shang, but... you should think more about what you said to you before. Marrying my daughter of the Wang family and taking me as your teacher will do good but not bad for you."

Zhao Yue nodded slightly, bowed to Director Wang, and said, "This kid naturally knows, but following the Zhongshu Ling is better than Situ. After this situation, it is not too late to come to see him again."

"This kid."

Director Wang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

When will he be rejected by Wang Dao’s disciples?

And twice!
Chapter completed!