Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 68: Hexagram 1 halves the life

"Master~~! Master~~~~~!"

Taoist boy Qi Wen suddenly panicked. He grabbed the Taoist priest's shoulders and wanted to shake them but didn't dare.

"Master!! Master, don't die, master! Master, don't leave me alone! Ah~~~Master!"

"Ah~~! Someone vomited blood!"

"Where is it?" "Over there!"

"Really, the table is full of blood!"

"Mom, is there anything wrong with the food in this restaurant?"

"Ah!?" "Hiss~~~"

"Don't scare me!"

The entire restaurant lobby was in commotion, and several waiters and shopkeepers also hurried there.

After all, Ji Yuan reacted the fastest. Seeing this situation, he could not ignore the shock in his heart for the time being. The most important thing was to get him to the doctor quickly.

"Little Taoist Master Qi Wen, your master is not dead yet! Help him quickly and I will carry your master to the doctor!"

"Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, find a doctor, find a doctor!"

Ji Yuan kicked away the bench next to him, saying that he was asking the Taoist priest to help him, but in fact, he lifted Taoist Qingsong's limp body up with his own hands, and used his hands to connect the big acupuncture points on Taoist Qingsong's body. A few times, and then quickly squat slightly with your back so that it can lie on your back.

"Hey, my dear guests, please be patient and patient. The food in this building is absolutely safe and there will be no problem!"

The shopkeeper was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He leaned towards the corner while comforting other customers.

"What's wrong with this guest officer? He..."

"Shopkeeper! Human life is at stake, please tell me where is the medical center nearby?"

The shopkeeper looked worriedly at the red-stained tabletop and answered while wiping sweat with his handkerchief.

“When you go out, turn left to the intersection and then turn right. There is an Anren Pharmacy at the end of the market!”

"Thank you very much. Don't panic, everyone in the hall. This Taoist priest has been hungry for too long and ate too hastily, which caused a relapse of his old disease. It has nothing to do with the food in Huikelou! The shopkeeper, you are so disturbing. Please look for this table. No need for zero!”

After saying this at a very fast speed, Ji Yuan turned around and said to the little Taoist priest Qi Wen:

"Little Taoist Master, remember to keep up!"

Before the little Taoist priest could understand the meaning of this sentence, Ji Yuan had already stepped forward, pushed aside several diners around him, and walked through the shop door to the street.

"Ahhh! Wait for me!"

Taoist boy Qi Wen hurriedly followed, but after he left the store, he looked back and saw that Ji Yuan and his master had already arrived at the street corner. He was so frightened that he quickly chased after them.

Ji Yuan didn't use any physical skills, but he still walked as fast as flying. He ran as fast as if he was carrying a person on his back, and his thoughts did not stop.

This Qingsong Taoist can actually calculate so accurately, especially when he vomits blood after doing the calculation. It is obvious that his body cannot bear the result of the fortune-telling. To be precise, he cannot bear to say the result of the fortune-telling, and he also turns sideways. It shows the person's ability in divination.

The idea of ​​'revealing secrets' also flashed through Ji Yuan's mind.

Obviously, Taoist Qingsong can only be considered strong at best. After all, he is still an ordinary person. He doesn’t even know martial arts. So, are all the capable fortune tellers in this world capable, or is it just Qingsong? Taoists are particularly strong?

Even if you are planning your fate in the past life, fortune telling is sometimes quite mysterious. A capable fortune teller can predict many things accurately, but it will be very different in this world.

Ji Yuan no longer thinks too much. The top priority now is to save the person. After all, it was because he had to tell his fortune that he ended up like this. One life for one meal is not worth it!

Even after receiving spiritual energy, Taoist Qingsong on his back was still angry and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

‘Don’t die! ’

. . .

The search for a doctor to save people this time was much smoother than the last time the doctor was asked to save the fox. When Ji Yuan rushed into Anren Medicine Hall and shouted for the doctor to save people, the old doctor inside hurriedly came to diagnose the disease.

With the help of the store clerk, Taoist Qingsong put Qi Xuan on the bed in the inner hall, and Taoist Qi Wen arrived in the medicine hall out of breath soon after.

In the inner hall of Anren Medicine Hall, the old doctor frowned while checking his pulse and rolling his eyelids.

"Doctor, my master..."

"Shh! Don't disturb the doctor's diagnosis, little Taoist priest!"

The old doctor looked at Qi Wen and then at Ji Yuan.

"This Taoist Priest is depleted of energy and blood, and his vitality is weak. Some martial arts masters used the method of tapping acupoints to seal the energy to seal his large acupoints. It seems that he has taken some life-extending tonics to survive until now. I am going to supplement it with medicinal cigarettes. Let’s try acupuncture while fumigating the body. If you know martial arts and acupuncture points, please help me!”

"Doctor, just help me, I'm here to help you!"

Ji Yuan quickly stood up.

"Well, take off his clothes, let everyone go out, Mu'er is going to smoke moxa, and Ruo'er will bring some of my sets of silver needles!"

……

Soon, only a few people in charge of treatment were left in the inner hall of Anren Medicine Hall. Qi Wen was also taken to the outer hall by one of the old doctor's store clerks.

The doctor, who was in his seventies and eighty years old, had a sharp look in his eyes as he grasped the silver needle. He did not look at Ji Yuan, and the voice of his orders was full of anger.

"Tap his acupuncture points and seal his triple burner. Don't let him breathe out! I'm going to give him acupuncture!"

"Okay!"

Ji Yuan also had sweat on his forehead, and his nervousness was not necessarily lower than before the last battle against the snake. His fingers turned into phantoms and connected dots on Taoist Qingsong's body.

As for the old doctor, he would inject acupuncture needles into those who had been touched by Ji Yuan. At each stage, the apprentices on the side would come up to smoke moxa.

After half an hour, Qingshuang Taoist had been pricked by a silver needle like a hedgehog.

"Sir, when I remove the silver needle, could you please give him some real energy to protect his heart pulse?"

"Yeah!"

Ji Yuan didn't have time to wipe away the sweat now. While the old doctor and his apprentice were all focused on Taoist Qingsong, he used a small water-avoiding technique, and all the sweat on the body, face and body flowed backwards, and after gathering together, it seeped out from under his feet. .

After removing the silver needle and injecting Qi, another half-quarter of an hour passed. Now, an old doctor kept pressing Qingsong Taoist's back with both hands. He was seventy or eighty years old and covered with sweat, but he didn't stop for a moment.

‘This doctor is more powerful than Dr. Tong from Ning’an! ’

This is Ji Yuan’s evaluation of him in his heart.

……

The entire rescue process lasted for a total of an hour, and was far more difficult and complicated than the last time he rescued the red fox. Ji Yuan felt as if he had personally experienced a major surgery for later generations.

At this time, Taoist Qingsong was lying on the bed. Although his breath was still weak, at least it could be seen that his breath was stable.

"Huh... I thought I couldn't save him. It seems that the internal energy of martial arts masters is really amazing. Doctors should also practice it!"

The old doctor was so tired that he sat down on a chair nearby, wiping his sweat and sighing.

Ji Yuan did not point out the misunderstanding of the old doctor. After all, if a doctor really learns internal skills, although it is not as good as spiritual energy, it is still helpful in treating diseases. There are even many people in the martial arts who are excellent in medical skills and martial arts. people.

"Doctor, how long will it take for him to wake up?"

"I don't know, but it can't be ventilated for the time being, and it can't be infected with wind evil, otherwise it will be in vain. Let's wait for a while."

"Yeah!"

. . .

It was already evening. In the inner hall of Anren Medicine Hall, Taoist Master Qing Qing, who was in a coma, was covered with a thin quilt and sandalwood was lit beside him.

Ji Yuan, Qi Wen and a pharmacy clerk stayed by the side, while the old doctor continued to look after the store after taking a nap.

When Taoist Qingsong slowly woke up, the first thing he saw was the roof beam of the inner hall.

"Oh...water...water..."

Taoist Qingsong made a hoarse sound, which cheered up the three people who were waiting.

"I'll get it!"

The store clerk immediately got up and went to get the warm Qi-tonifying tea that had been brewed long ago and looked for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com Qi Wen was holding on to the bedside with tears in his eyes.

"Master... wu... told you not to talk nonsense... wu wu..."

The shop clerk hurriedly came over with a bowl of tea, leaned against the bed and supported Taoist Qingsong's head.

"The water is coming, the water is coming!"

"Come on, be careful, drink slowly!"

After drinking a bowl of warm water, Taoist Qingsong felt much better and was finally alive. He patted his still crying disciple and turned to look at Ji Yuan who was silent.

"Hey... I finally understand... What does it mean to predict the future without knowing it... I think I am not counting my husband's death, but my own death..."

Ji Yuan bowed his hands apologetically.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Tired ended up like this..."

Being able to speak proves that one's life has been saved. He even joked about this plan.

"I think the Taoist Master will never want to take a closer look at Ji's face and palm reading."

Taoist Qingsong raised his left arm tremblingly and looked at his palm. A faint line of blood ran across half of his hand.

"No...when I just woke up...I already took a closer look at Mr.'s face..."

As soon as these words came out, even Ji Yuan was stunned for a moment, let alone the little Taoist boy. This really doesn't last long!

"Little doctor, I still want to drink some water. Please pour me another bowl!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

The pharmacy clerk, who had just been confused by what he heard, grabbed the pottery bowl and ran away.

As soon as he left, Taoist Qingsong turned his attention to Ji Yuan again.

"Uh oh... oh... Sir, you can't see through your face at all. The more you look at it, the more confused you become. The same must be true with your palms... Sir... you are not a mortal, right?"

The little Taoist boy Qi Wen looked at Ji Yuan in shock, and the latter's brows jumped.