Faer, who was dressed in dark green clothes, asked with great interest, "Xi'er, why do you think Monk Qingyun is not miserable enough? He was sewn into a spliced human skin by Mr. Wen!"
Qiao Xianyong was shocked when he heard what Faer said. He thought that the body of Monk Qingyun looked very scary, but he didn't expect that it was actually made of human skin.
Cai'er became interested and put down her job. She grabbed Xi'er's collar and said, "We brothers were not born at that time and we didn't see them with our own eyes. What a pity! Didn't you listen to Mr. Duo Tou's talk?
What's the whole story? While there aren't many things going on today, hurry up and tell me about it!"
Xi'er's mood seemed to be aroused by several teenagers. He sat upright, crossed his legs and said, "Then pour the tea for me, and I will tell you."
Faer seemed to be the youngest among them. He followed the instructions and walked to the inner room, fiddled with it for a while and took out a teapot and four teacups. He first poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xi'er.
Xi'er blew the tea foam with satisfaction, took a sip, smacked her lips and said, "Dear judges, I would like to lend you a piece of treasure land and tell everyone that if you are rich, you can make money. If you don't have money,
Don’t let anyone leave, just support yourself.”
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Cai'er. He said impatiently, "Stop nagging and get to the point quickly."
So Xi'er straightened her hair and straightened her hair into a bun. She patted the table and said, "Listen to me, Xi'er, about this matter of Monk Qingyun!"
By the way, it was a rainy night more than ten years ago. Mr. Wen had not yet lived in Daishan.
He was listening to the rain and making tea in a hut on the top of a mountain somewhere in the Central Plains. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck, and the sound of rolling thunder could be heard. With a crack, a century-old tree in front of the hut was struck by lightning.
A huge branch fell down.
Hearing this sound, Mr. Wen opened the door and checked the situation. He saw that it was extremely dark outside the house, except for the lightning that lit up half of the sky one after another, but the light disappeared instantly.
Mr. Wen looked at it and saw that although the lightning was powerful, it seemed that it could not hit the hut. He was relieved, and when he was about to turn around and close the door, he saw a ghostly face approaching him!"
Xi'er spoke louder and louder, and when she said this sentence, she showed an unusually ferocious expression.
Fa'er seemed to be trembling with fear and tightly grasped Gong'er's arm next to her. Cai'er also had a nervous look on her face and clenched her fists extremely hard.
Xi'er calmly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, licked her lips, and then said, "Mr. Wen was shocked, but Mr. Wen has never seen anything before. How could he be frightened by these pretenders? Mr. Wen still
Before I could ask any questions, I saw the ghost paralyzed on the ground in a moment.
Mr. Wen leaned down and looked at it intently. Unexpectedly, he didn't know that it was not a ghost, but a man whose whole body was mottled by fire. He probably used up his last breath of energy to hold on here.
Mr. Wen called Mr. Dutou, and together with the servants at that time, they carried the man into the hut.
The weather cleared up the next day. Mr. Wen took a closer look at the burned man and saw that his hair was shaved and had twelve ordination scars on it. He knew he was a senior Buddhist disciple who had received the Bodhisattva ordination. Because Mr. Wen said at that time
The place was not far from the Songshan Shaolin Temple, so he thought he was an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple, so he did not dare to look down upon him. He just wondered why he came here alone without anyone escorting him since he was an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple.
Ninety-nine percent of the skin on this man's body had been burned and was soaked by the heavy rain. Many parts had suppurated, the skin and flesh were cracked, and the body was rotten. He only relied on his own willpower to keep him from dying, but he was in a deep coma.
Mr. Wen thought about it, he had diagnosed and treated this burnt person before, and always transplanted an insignificant piece of skin to the burnt area. But now, no part of this person's body was intact, so how could he help him repair it?
You also know Mr. Wen's character. The more difficult a case is to treat, the more concerned he becomes. So he thought hard and didn't eat or drink. After a whole day passed, the man was already very angry.
At this time, Mr. Wen had already figured out a cure. He ordered Mr. Duo Tou to lead a group of disciples and rush to the prisons in several surrounding towns overnight to find the death row prisoners or those who had committed crimes and cut off their bodies respectively.
Some of the skin was brought back.
Mr. Wen stayed up for three whole days and nights, selecting available skins and sewing a new skin on Monk Qingyun. Only then did Monk Qingyun survive."
Xi'er talked about this vividly, and the other three people were extremely fascinated to imagine the scene of Mr. Wen's diagnosis and treatment at that time, and praised loudly.
Then Faier asked, "Xi'er, why did Mr. Wen go to great lengths to save this monk, but I feel that the monk still feels resentful towards Mr. Wen?"
Cai'er took advantage of Xi'er drinking tea to answer the question first. He said, "I know about this. It's all because our Mr. Wen has a not-so-nice title, which is that we can't afford to suffer."
Faer nodded and said, "Everyone knows this, but what does it have to do with Monk Qingyun?"
"Mr. Nawen cured Monk Qingyun's burns, but do you know what internal disease he wanted Monk Qingyun to suffer from?" Cai'er asked mysteriously.
Fa'er opened her eyes wide and said, "What on earth is it? Cai'er, please tell me quickly, don't tell me!"
"Actually, it's nothing. This Cai'er Xi'er is sensational." Gong'er, who had been silent for the whole time, slowly said, "It's just thirst syndrome."
"I know this diabetes syndrome, it is the most uncomfortable! It is believed that it is basically caused by a lack of appetite and excessive heat and dryness. It is not complicated to say, but people who suffer from the disease are thirsty all the time and like to drink water frequently and drink too much water.
After that, I often have to urinate. It is said that the urine has special properties and often attracts various mosquitoes. What is even more strange is that when I suffer from diabetes, my appetite increases greatly, but the more I eat, I lose weight, and finally my legs are swollen and my eyes are blind. Yes.
It is a difficult-to-treat disease that has tortured people for a long time since ancient times." Faier's explanation of medical theory is clear and logical.
Xi'er took up the topic and said, "So you think about it, this monk Qingyun was finally cured by Mr. Wen and came back with his life. And he was cured by Mr. Wen to suffer from diabetes. Isn't it a shame?
God hated him. But he had diabetes and needed to take medicine regularly from Mr. Wen, so he did not dare to go far. Mr. Wen ordered him to drive away some people who came to seek medical treatment. Monk Qingyun has been really annoying for more than ten years.
It’s so annoying!”
When Qiao Xianyong heard this, he understood the general idea. He couldn't help but be shocked by the legendary story of this miracle doctor who "can't afford to suffer". This miracle doctor's superb medical skills, and his ability to sew human skin all over the body, are probably rare in the world;
And the exchange of curing one disease and causing another is also astonishing and incredible.
Although he could not imagine his fate, Qiao Xianyong became more and more curious about this miracle doctor.
The four teenagers laughed and made noise for a long time. Gong'er said first, "It's getting late. Go to bed quickly. You will get up before dawn tomorrow to pick dew in the mountains to make medicine. Don't miss the business."
So the four of them washed up briefly in the room, then blew out the candles and lay down. After a while, they heard high and low snoring.
Qiao Xianyong looked up at the sky, and saw a new moon hanging coldly in the sky. The mountain forest was extremely quiet, except for the occasional breeze blowing and the sound of the leaves blowing.