Chapter 343 What the hell is going on here! (1 more)
After Shen Tianshu diagnosed Yang Fuming's pulse, he asked someone to untie him.
Immediately, someone brought him Ganmai Jujube Soup and gave him a tranquilizing pill to take.
He watched helplessly as the others woke up one after another and took medicine just like him. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
Although Shen Tianshu was skilled, the single-needle rapid injection still consumed a lot of energy. After five or six people, her speed gradually slowed down.
After treating more than ten people in this way, the sky was already turning white.
The remaining people who were still dancing the Nuo opera soon lay scattered on the ground.
The people who were cured were still a little bit unable to come to their senses at this time.
Yang Fuming was the first to step forward, kneeling on the ground in front of Shen Tianshu.
Only then did the others react and followed Yang Fuming one after another, kneeling down to kowtow to Shen Tianshu.
The villagers who came to carry their families home came over and were surprised when they saw such a scene.
You know, every day when I came here, there would be people lying on the ground. What is the situation today?
"Chief, what's going on?" Someone boldly stepped forward and asked Yang Fuming.
"Mrs. Tong cured us!" Yang Fuming was still very excited at this time, and he could only hold back these words for a long time.
This is actually not a poison, but a disease? Can it still be cured?
To be honest, when a person passes away, the people in the village are already in despair, and some families have even prepared funeral arrangements.
Now suddenly someone said that this "disease" can be cured. If the person who spoke was not Yang Fuming, no one would believe it.
Shen Tianshu said to everyone: "Those who are awake now have been cured, but they will still need to take medicine after they go back. I will send someone to deliver the medicine to your home."
When everyone heard that Shen Tianshu spoke in such a young voice, they felt more and more anxious. Are Yang Fuming's words really credible?
An aunt couldn't help but stepped forward: "Please Madam Tong, please save my old man! My family relies on the old man to make a living. If he has any shortcomings, our whole family will not be able to survive -"
As soon as she opened her mouth, people rushed up, surrounded Shen Tianshu, and talked in all directions.
"Mrs. Tong, please do well and save my son first. My family is just a single seedling. I haven't married a wife yet and have children. If anything happens, we as a couple won't be able to survive..."
"Ms. Tong, my husband is not in good health. He is shaking after staying up a few nights. Please save us!"
There was even a grumpy person who asked directly: "Why did Mrs. Tong only treat these people? Is it possible that they paid for it? Just tell us how much you want. There is no need to treat you differently! My family will give it to you even if it means selling iron." Just put it together..."
"Shut up!" Yang Fuming sternly scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about! Not only did Mrs. Tong not charge us any money, she even prepared the medicine for us.
"Open your eyes and see clearly. How many of the people cured today are from wealthy families?"
After the person who spoke was reprimanded, he took a closer look at the cured people and found that among them there were well-known needy households in the village. He immediately knew that he had thought wrong.
"Ms. Tong, I..."
Shen Tianshu understood the feeling of having patients at home and did not argue with them. He only said: "I will continue to treat the remaining people tonight. Let's take our families back first. Those who have been cured still need to be treated again." Take medicine for a few days to consolidate, and I will ask Yang Lizheng to send someone to deliver the medicine to everyone's home."
In fact, the villagers still had many things they wanted to ask, but Qi Zihao directly led people forward, separated Shen Tianshu from the villagers and said: "Mrs. Tong stayed up all night to treat you. Now you are very tired. What do you want to ask? , just ask Yang Lizheng directly."
After he said that, he directly protected Shen Tianshu and left the village temple.
Returning to the Diaojiaolou, Shen Tianshu went back to his room to rest, while Fan Bingrong contacted Yang Fuming to learn about the situation of those who had been cured last night and returned home.
Until the evening, Shi Tao and the villagers who were cured last night were all normal and had no problems. We were just waiting to see if they would get sick again at night.
Li Zian didn't want to wait any longer and wanted to let Shen Tianshu give him acupuncture tonight.
Fan Bingrong originally wanted to persuade him, but he remembered what Shen Tianshu said before. People with this kind of disease are most afraid of emotional fluctuations and it is best to go along with the other party. In the end, he reluctantly agreed.
That night, Li Zian took off his shoes and socks in advance, rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, and asked someone to tie him up like a stone, waiting for the onset of the disease.
Fan Bingrong ordered people to replace the hemp rope with wide cloth strips to reduce the damage caused by the binding, but he still felt uneasy and kept pacing beside him.
Shen Tianshu didn't mean to treat the patient any differently, and he didn't treat them all the same.
But when facing Li Zian, she still felt a little guilty.
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon if everything goes well."
Li Zian looked into Shen Tianshu's eyes and said solemnly: "Mrs. Tong, please do your best."
These words are indeed familiar. Li Zian said the exact same words before giving Prince Rui acupuncture.
Shen Tianshu responded just like before: "I trust you with my life, and I must repay you wholeheartedly."
After the two of them spoke, the time came. Li Zian's eyes widened and he began to struggle and twitch.
Fan Bingrong quickly turned back to look at Shi Tao and saw that he was standing there without any abnormality.
Immediately afterwards, the guards guarding other villagers' homes also sent back news one after another. Those who had been treated by Lady Tong in the morning were all staying at home well tonight, and no one went to the village temple to dance Nuo opera anymore.
Fan Bingrong breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to continue paying attention to Li Zian's situation.
It must be said that Fan Bingrong thought very carefully. The wide strips of cloth were indeed better than the hemp rope, but Li Zian struggled so hard that the skin of the tied area was still red and purple from the strangulation.
Fortunately, after receiving treatment from more than a dozen people yesterday, Shen Tianshu became more and more skillful in his techniques, and quickly made Li Zian stop struggling.
Fan Bingrong hurriedly asked someone to cut the cloth belt, and helped Li Zian back to the bed in the back room to settle down.
The Anshen Dingzhi Pills and the medicinal Ganmai Dazao Decoction have already been prepared, and they can be given to Li Zian as soon as he wakes up.
However, everyone waited for a stick of incense, but Li Zian did not wake up smoothly like the others, and still lay there as if asleep.
Shen Tianshu stepped forward to check his pulse, but there was nothing unusual.
Everyone suppressed their anxiety and waited for a while, but still there was no movement at all.
Fan Bingrong finally became anxious, turned around and asked Shen Tianshu: "Ms. Tong, what on earth is going on!"