Chapter 21 Immortal Sword Immortal, God of Medicine
"She said she would come back soon."
Upon hearing this, King Li Su immediately became energetic and his white beard twitched:
"She really said that? She's finally coming back?"
Fang Ping nodded slightly:
"Well, I have to go to Leijiabao first and then come back."
"Okay, okay," King Li Su said with a smile on his face, as long as the person came back, it was enough.
Later, he learned a lot about Li Hanyi's current situation from Fang Ping, sometimes with emotion and sometimes with a smile.
As we were chatting, the topic came back:
"During this period, do you know what happened at Kenshin Tomb?"
Fang Ping remembered what Wutian said:
"The apprentice of Medicine King Xin Baicao, the little miracle doctor?"
"This is one of them," King Li Su stretched out his index finger, "and another... In recent months, many people from all over the world have come to learn swordsmanship."
"The number one sword-making valley in the world. If you don't come here to ask for a sword, you don't want to be a swordsman. Guess who is the reason for this?"
Fang Ping smiled and said nothing.
King Li Su sighed:
"A sword fairy appears in a small place and causes a lot of trouble."
...
After chatting for another half an hour, Fang Ping said goodbye and left.
As soon as I went out, I saw where to go. The four lawless swordsmen stood quietly outside the door, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
Fang Ping asked:
"Anything waiting for me?"
Wutian nodded:
"Well, last time we said goodbye, we were practicing swordsmanship hard in order to ask the swordsman to test the sword and give me some pointers!"
The other three people's eyes narrowed and they said in unison:
"Ask the swordsman to test the sword!"
Swordsmanship is nothing more than practice and enlightenment. Fighting against the peak of swordsmanship once will result in a hundred days of training.
As sword guards, they will naturally not miss the opportunity.
Fang Ping agreed:
"Okay, find a wider place."
A quarter of an hour later, the martial arts training ground.
The four guard swordsmen take turns to challenge each other. Why should we go to the first battle?
The two of them were silent to each other, the sword blades shone coldly, slashing and stabbing, the five swords would determine the outcome.
Fang Ping put away his sword and analyzed:
"He Qu, the edge of your sword is biased. Don't just focus on the tip of the sword when swinging the sword. The sword must penetrate through the body of the arm so that the force can be used accurately."
"Thank you, Brother Fangping!"
What will happen in the second battle? The same five swords determine the outcome, and provide guidance on one or two.
After that, there is the "Twin Sword Formation" where to go, as well as lawlessness and lawlessness.
After the sword test, the four swordsmen all sat on the ground, sweating and panting, rubbing their shoulders and complaining of pain.
Although I have learned something, it is not easy to pick up the sword from the Sword Immortal.
Fang Ping seemed to remember something, he drew a talisman in the air with his hand, and used the Zhu You Technique on the four people:
"Kill, beep, benefit, ugh!"
The sound of the curse fell, and the talismans appeared and merged into the bodies of the four people.
The latter was about to ask questions when he suddenly realized that his body was full of energy. Not only was there no pain at all, but his breathing had also stabilized unconsciously.
"Brother Fang Ping, what kind of martial arts is this?" Wutian was the first to ask.
"Zhu Youshu is a medical skill," Fang Ping said with a smile. "You can tell the news to the patients in the tomb, and most of them can be cured."
"Medical skills, brother, do you know how to heal?" I couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, unbelievable, "What happened in the past six months?"
Being able to become a swordsman instantly is already a genius, but how does he also have medical skills?
He Qu noticed another point:
"Hua Jin's medical skills are already very good, but treatment requires medicine and needles, but Brother Fang Ping doesn't need anything, and the results are quick!"
Fang Ping chuckled:
"Okay, let's go see you for medical treatment."
The four of them got up and left, while Fang Ping returned to his cabin.
He is famous for his medical skills, so Kenshinzuka is one of them, right?
Especially swordsmiths, who work all year round and are exposed to high temperatures and sharp blades, have more or less old injuries and hidden diseases on their bodies.
When you are young, you think that minor illnesses do not need to be treated, but they are difficult to treat when you are old. Therefore, many swordsmiths live in pain in their later years.
Soon, the first patient was brought to the door by Wutian.
"Brother, this is Uncle Chen. Can you see if it can be cured?"
Uncle Chen looked bad, bent over and covered his abdomen, with a large number of bandages wrapped around his crotch, and light yellow pus oozed from his crotch...
Fang Ping asked about his condition, and Uncle Chen slowly said:
"Three days ago, I tried to temper the sword with poison. Unexpectedly, the blade suddenly broke. A piece of fragment penetrated into the lower abdomen, and the venom splashed into the wound..."
Wutian added next to him:
"The blade fragment has been taken out, and Hua Jin has given medicine, but the poison is very strong, and the injury happens to be in a special location... Uncle Chen is in pain now!"
"Let me check the wound first."
Fang Ping asked Uncle Chen to untie the bandage, but the latter turned his back on Wutian and took off his pants.
He observed carefully:
"The suppuration is severe and poisonous cysts are formed, which must be cut off and cured permanently."
"Ah, is it true?" Uncle Chen's expression changed, and he picked up his pants and was about to leave, "The little miracle doctor said the same thing, but I'm not going to lose everything, it still hurts."
Health is precious, and cattle are more expensive.
This is a man's dignity and must never be given up.
The location of the injury is strange, so you have to either cut it or endure it.
Fang Ping held Uncle Chen's shoulders:
"Don't worry, I have a way without hurting your dignity."
Uncle Chen sat down again:
"Is it true, Alfang?"
Fang Ping nodded:
"Take off your shirt, and Wutian will prepare some new gauze and medicine to promote healing."
The two of them followed suit.
After getting ready, Fang Ping drew a talisman in the air, recited a vague mantra, and a green light from the talisman entered Uncle Chen's lower body.
"move!"
Fang Ping made a secret with one hand and lightly touched Uncle Chen's chest with his fingers. The talisman's brilliance immediately moved like a snake, running up his lower abdomen, piercing the intestines and stomach, and settling on his fingertips.
The next second, a poisonous lump suddenly appeared on Uncle Chen's chest, which continued to swell, become red and ooze with pus.
"Ah...this, this!" Uncle Chen was startled and murmured incoherently, "Why is there another one? No, it's the breasts below!"
He touched down and found that the cow was safe and healthy!
The symptoms and pain were transferred to the chest.
Fang Ping opening:
"It can be cut now. It hurts a little, please bear with it."
After finishing speaking, Fang Ping pointed out that the sword energy was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sharp edge had no shadow.
"bass!"
Before Uncle Chen could react, the poison bag fell to the ground and a large amount of pus spurted out.
"Om, cry, 咰, 咭, benefit, respect!"
Fang Ping raised his hand and performed a blessing technique. The orange-sized wound immediately stopped bleeding and pain, and the pink flesh formed a scab.
"That's all right. Apply medicine and bandage. It will heal in a week."
Uncle Chen recovered from his illness, and Fang Ping burst into tears of gratitude. If he hadn't pulled him, he would have kowtowed to express his gratitude:
"Afang, thank you so much! I was planning to have a third son, but now I have hope!"
Wutian was also very surprised:
"Brother, your pain transfer is not a medical skill, it is clearly a magical power!"
After the treatment, Chen Bo insisted on giving money, but Fang Ping refused.
Swordsmiths are generally very wealthy. He has no shortage of them, and he doesn’t need them either:
"Uncle Chen, we are all our own people. We don't want to talk about money anymore. We just help with publicity. If you need anything, just come to me."
Everyone has been kind to themselves in the past, now is the time to give back.
Thanks to Uncle Chen's personal propaganda, everyone in Jianxinzhong knew that Fang Ping had good medical skills, and old men and women came to seek medical treatment one after another.
Be it kidney stones, cold legs, gout, irregular menstruation... a single blessing will cure the disease.
It is said in Jianxin Tomb that Fang Ping is the god of swordsmen and the god of medicine.
"Grandma, you've been having this problem for a long time and you can't cure it all at once.
Take these seven yellow paper talismans home, burn them, and drink the ashes with hen's blood. One bowl a day will cure your illness in a week."
"Hey, good, thank you, Xiao Fangping!"
Just as Fang Ping sent away his eighty-year-old grandmother, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl came in.
Her hair is tied in knots, her clothes are gorgeous, her eyes are very smart, and she carries a large medicine box behind her back.
Fang Ping recognized her, she was the little miracle doctor from Huajin: