When Luo Yan heard this, he hurriedly asked tentatively: "Are you the fourth-level doctor who has not practiced medicine for a long time?"
Hearing this, Mr. Nong looked a little unnatural, and Qiangwei said angrily: "Don't mention that bastard to me! If you can't afford to lose, why did you fight in the first place? If you can't let go, why did you force Mr. Nong to do this in the first place?"
"Okay, it's all in the past." The old farmer smiled and patted the rose, and comforted him in turn.
Luo Yan was embarrassed to say anything anymore, but the old farmer seemed not to care, and looked at Luo Yan with a kind smile: "The young man is young and has good strength, but when the energy reaches the head, it seems a little jerky.
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Luo Yan was surprised that this old man could actually see his situation. It seemed that it was not simple!
"Young man, I've fallen in love with you. If you don't mind it, why don't you let me, old man, show it to you?" The old farmer blew the tea gently and said casually.
"I am so lucky to be favored by this old man!" Luo Yan was immediately overjoyed. The problem with his brain has been bothering him for a long time. He didn't pay attention to it before when his strength was low, but now that his strength is high, the problem has become apparent.
His blood flow seems to be a bit slow, and his Yuanli will be inexplicably inoperable when it reaches the Baihui point. Whenever he tries his best, his head will always feel dizzy.
The old farmer smiled and put three fingers on Luo Yan's wrist. He closed his eyes and felt for a while, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head. After a long time, he said: "Young man, it's not easy! I don't think you can find a doctor to help you.
Don’t you dare?”
Luo Yan was surprised again. The old man could actually recognize spiritual veins?
The old farmer seemed to see what he was thinking, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Old man, I don't know much about your meridians. This is the first time for the old man to see such abnormal meridians, but this does not hinder my feeling."
Luo Yan was relieved. What did he say? If even the people in the lower world could recognize the spiritual veins, Cangkong wouldn't have to mess with him. He really didn't dare to look for doctors randomly, for fear that they would notice his abnormality and attract a bunch of people with evil intentions.
People should know that even in the upper world, spiritual veins are top-notch meridians. If someone takes you back and uses them as a test subject, you won't even be able to cry.
"Well, I just have nothing to do. Xiaowei, you take your other friends out for a walk, and I'll give him a few injections." The old farmer stroked his beard and smiled.
"Hey" Qiangwei responded crisply, and asked everyone to leave first. Before leaving, she even winked at Luo Yan, asking him to be careful and speak more carefully.
The little maid Tangtang consciously went to get the silver needle, then helped the old farmer arrange the medicine box, and then knelt down and waited for the attack. A girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, in her cardamom years, is when she loves to play, but the little girl...
He is very well-behaved and rarely plays with everyone.
While disinfecting the silver needle, the old farmer asked Luo Yan: "Have you ever had a severe head injury before?"
"Yes, since then, this junior has lost his memory." Luo Yan unexpectedly thought of the man and woman in the Jade Square. Logically speaking, they should be his parents, but he couldn't remember anything else.
"The blood clot has oppressed the brain. Can you not lose your memory?" The old farmer said calmly, "The brain and heart are places that any doctor should treat with caution. It's no wonder that the one who treated you didn't dare to give an injection."
"He doesn't know acupuncture at all." Luo Yan laughed dryly and thought of the pair of dark concoctions again.
"Acupuncture is acupuncture, moxibustion is moxibustion, one is acupuncture, and the other is fumigation, how can they be confused!" The old farmer frowned and said with some displeasure. It seems that this is also an old man who is very particular about medical skills and is also very persistent.
Beside the stream, Rose picked a lotus flower and leaned lazily on a willow tree. Her beautiful eyes drifted towards the thatched cottage from time to time.
Su Qingchen put his arms on the railings of the wooden bridge and looked at the sparkling water under the bridge. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Even though Ge Er's concentration was good enough, but the doctor who might be able to cure him was not far away, he couldn't calm down anymore. His hands were shaking slightly and he frequently looked back at the hut. The anxiety on his face was obvious.
Outside the hut, the old farmer had already inserted needles all over Luo Yan's head. While carefully adjusting the needles, he checked his pulse from time to time. His expression was focused, as if there were only patients and silver needles in the world.
Luo Yan felt a wave of heat gushing out from Baihui Point, slowly seeping into every corner of his head. At the same time, his mind became lighter, and he felt an urge to sleep...
It was already dark when Luo Yan woke up. He climbed down from the simple wooden bed, rubbed his eyes and walked to the main hall. Everyone had already had dinner and were chatting there.
Seeing that he was awake, the old farmer stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Are you awake? My bed is too hard, I guess it's uncomfortable to sleep on?"
Luo Yan smiled coquettishly, changed the topic and asked, "Senior, I don't know about junior's injury..."
The old farmer waved his hand and said funny: "Why are you so anxious? If it's so easy to cure, you'd better tell your friends first if you won't be cured soon!"
Luo Yan then remembered that he came here to treat Ge Er's injury. He smiled sheepishly at the Ge brothers, sat down quickly and asked, "How are you, senior, can you treat him?"
The old farmer frowned and said: "It can be cured, but I need some medicine. And, alas, you delayed it for too long. Even if his severed hand is frozen, it has lost its activity and there is no way to restore it."
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Several people's hearts sank, and Luo Yan asked in a deep voice: "Is there no other way?"
The old farmer thought for a while and said: "Yes, there is, but the old man is afraid that you won't be happy with it."
"Oh? Let me tell you, old man, no matter whether it works or not, I have to try it." Ge Da was worried about his brother's injury and said quickly.
The old farmer picked up the oil lamp, frowned and said: "This method has certain risks. Now that his broken hand can no longer be used, I think we can find another hand for him to reconnect. But, this hand's
There are many requirements. First of all, it must be in harmony with his attributes; secondly, the strength of the owner of the hand must not be too low or too high, and it is best to be consistent with him; thirdly, after the hand is taken off, it must be within twelve hours.
I must connect it for him. To put it simply, that's it, but the question is where are you going to find this hand?" The old farmer's words are already testing the morals of several people. If they hurt others for the sake of their brothers,
, it is impossible to say that he will be looked down upon by the old man.
Luo Yan thought for a while and asked: "Let's put this aside for now. Senior, you just said that you need another medicine. I wonder what kind of medicine it is?"
The old farmer shook his head and said: "It's a medicine called blood scorpion grass, but this grass is extremely rare, and there is a blood scorpion guarding it around. The higher the grade of the herb, the higher the level of the guardian spirit beast. More than ten years ago, I
I have seen one that is not yet mature. Calculating the time, it will be mature around this time next month. However, time has changed and I don’t know if it is still there now.”
"Blood Scorpion Grass?" At the same time, in the Fang family's inner house, Zhou Yan looked at the fourth-grade top doctor invited from Xuantian Sect in front of her and asked curiously, "What is that?"
"A kind of spiritual grass that can regenerate bones and activate blood, which can be called the holy medicine for bone injuries. Brother Ling's injury has seriously damaged the bones. Ordinary herbs are useless. Only this blood scorpion grass can have the effect. However, this thing is not easy to obtain."
Ah!" The white-faced, middle-aged doctor replied without raising his head while packing the medicine box.
"Huh, even if it's not good, you have to get it. Come on, come find me immediately, and I'll also offer a reward. Whoever can provide information about the blood scorpion grass will be rewarded with a hundred thousand silver. Anyone who owns the blood scorpion grass can ask for the price!"
When Zhou Yan heard that there was hope, how could she give up? She immediately called people in and gave these instructions:
The campus network is a scam, the mobile wireless broadband is a scam, is it because my character is too bad, or are they really a scam? Why are both networks so slow and I can't log in?