Taoist chanting

Chapter 555

"Does Mr. Zhang from Yishantang at the end of the street know? He usually smiles kindly and doesn't argue with others. A few days ago, he used a thick sewing needle to make a hole in his stomach, and his intestines leaked out." The cut cowboy sewed up his stomach, oops, my feet are numb just thinking about it, using the flesh on the belly as fabric and sewing it with needles, it’s so frightening!"

"Ah, is the cow baby alive?"

"Bullshit, Zhang Langzhong took the needles. If he didn't save his life on the spot, the uncles and brothers who gave the cow baby would not make a fuss. Two wanderers in the town stared at Zhang Langzhong and stitched his stomach with needles. Gabai, few dare to watch Lang Zhang stitching, just hearing that voice... hiss, I feel uncomfortable."

"Didn't it mean that He Langzhong and Hu Langzhong on the street secretly tripped up and wanted to run away that outsider Zhang Langzhong?"

"Ha, depending on them, they met fierce and ruthless characters who dared to mend their stomachs with sewing needles. They are now the eggplants beaten by Shuang--they are wilting. Yesterday, the Guo catchers from the yamen in the county town came to Yishan Hall, please Zhang The doctor will prescribe prescriptions for them when they see a doctor."

Luoshahu Town is not big, and when something happens, the neighbors talk about it, and it will soon spread from one end to the other.

Yishantang's business suddenly picked up. Of course, in border towns, there are only ten miles and eight villages to see a doctor. No matter how good the business is, it is impossible to be full of people. Except for the first three days when there are more people, there will be a few patients seeking medical treatment every day.

Zhang Wenfeng still reads most of the time, and goes out for a stroll in the morning and evening, and buys some food and noodles when he comes back.

The donkey carried two wooden barrels on its back and walked leisurely on the street facing the setting sun. Hearing some people in the neighborhood comment that "the donkey of Zhang Langzhong's family is very spiritual, and can bring copper coins to buy water", he pumped water from the sweet water well at the east end of the town. water back.

The deep water well was dug by the ancestors of the Xu family, and there were dedicated people to help fetch water. Each bucket of water was paid one copper, and a bucket of water was delivered to the door for two coppers. The rich people in the town drank the water from Xu's well.

The donkey entered the backyard through the side door, closed the door with its hind hooves, and the buckets in the bamboo frame on its back flew up by itself, one fell into the kitchen and the other into the main room.

Zhang Wenfeng got up to scoop up water and light a charcoal fire to cook tea.

The only thing that satisfied him in the town was the well water, the tea was brewed with fresh water overnight, and the taste was very good.

The donkey babbled that it would go out to play for a few days, and would stay in the small yard every day, slapping its hands on a big place.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand, indicating that he knew.

He asked the donkey to go back to the Taoist temple, but the donkey simply refused to follow him, and every few days he wanted to fly out for a while, but he just asked where the donkey went.

A pot of tea was bubbling and steaming, and when it was almost opened, there was a knock on the door in front.

Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to get up, walk out of the main room and across the yard to open the shop door. When there was no business, he closed the door before the sun set, let alone going out of the town to the countryside to see a doctor.

Except for inns and restaurants, other shops in the town close early.

At this time, there were not many people walking on the street.

Outside the door, there were two young men who used the door panel as a shabby mattress, and they were carrying a grunting middle-aged man. Next to him was a middle-aged woman with a disheveled face and red eyes. Lao Gao's sallow, skinny little girl, with her bare feet, hid behind several adults.

Zhang Wenfeng saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the middle-aged man's left leg, and said, "Hurry up and carry it in."

Two young men hurriedly carried him in and placed him on a table by the wall.

"How did it hurt? Besides the left foot, where else does it hurt so much?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the middle-aged man who fell badly. The man's hands and face were full of scrapes and scratches. The coarse cloth jacket was torn in many places, covered with mud and dust. His left foot turned backwards at a strange angle, and asked.

The bronze-colored middle-aged man's face was blue with pain, his articulate words were still clear, and he said in a low voice: "When I went to collect firewood on the hillside, I stepped on the ground, rolled down and broke my left foot, and my two crutches were burning, but everything else is fine. "

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out three fingers to feel the pulse again, he wanted to make sure that the injured man had no internal bleeding.

Unable to use the methods of a monk, he used his previous medical skills and the medical books he read later to treat people. When encountering difficult and miscellaneous diseases, he asked the patients to go to another place if he couldn't see them.

The man's injury looked scary, but it was actually just a dislocation and a sprained tendon.

Slowly rolled up his sleeves again, and checked the man's elbows, a large piece of skin was scratched off, bloody and bloody.

After knowing it well, Zhang Guanzhu looked at the two young men, a woman, and a little girl behind him. When he sees a doctor in the town, he must first agree on the fee for the consultation and the cost of the medicine. Some people in the countryside have no money to see a doctor, and the cost is too high. They can't afford it.

The woman did not dare to cry, her expression was tense and miserable.

Seeing the man's wound, the little girl covered her mouth with tears in her eyes. Seeing the doctor looking at her, she stared at each other like a frightened deer.

There was almost light in Zhang Wenfeng's eyes, and he was stunned for a long time.

Even if he closes his own cultivation, the spirit of a monk is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Eyes are the windows of the soul, and the little girl's soul gives him a vaguely familiar feeling, which is different from the strong feeling he had when he met Qian Jing.

Strange, do you meet "acquaintances" again?
"Twenty yuan for the consultation fee, one hundred yuan for the dislocation and restoration, fifty yuan for the external medicine, and fifty yuan for decoction for the patient for three days, a total of two hundred and twenty yuan."

Zhang Wenfeng reported the price.

The middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, how long will you take the medicine?"

"After taking the decoction for three days, the redness and swelling of the left foot did not disappear, and the decoction was prescribed for another three days. Depending on the situation later, it should not exceed two hundred wen."

Zhang Wenfeng said unhurriedly, very like an old doctor, he knew what the other party was worried about.

"Head of the family, ask the doctor to treat it quickly, so that you don't suffer from any root cause of disability."

cried the woman.

The middle-aged man said "Hard work, Mr. Zhang", and agreed to be diagnosed and treated in this hospital.

The treatment process was not complicated. The joints were reset by manipulation, a plaster was applied and then a splint was fixed, and then the other wounds were cleaned with medicinal wine, which made the man break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He wrote out a prescription and took three packs of live serum stasis decoction.

He took the copper and told the man to pay attention, it was already dark outside.

Borrowed a lantern to illuminate the woman, and sent a few people to carry them out. Standing on the eaves steps, watching the people walking five or six feet away, Zhang Wenfeng met the eyes of the little girl who was secretly turning back again, and he blurted out and whispered: "Fang Bailan!"

He once met Fang Bailan's ghost face to face in the secret room of the haunted forest. The essence of a ghost is a soul.

The three words "Fang Bailan" roared in the little girl's mind, and countless scenes poured out like a tide.

How could the little girl bear such an impact, her eyes turned white and she fell down on the street.

"You little girl walks without eyes, and you still fall when you're so big."

The woman scolded angrily, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, the little girl who fell on the ground did not move, she squatted down to help her daughter, and shouted: "Zhu'er, don't scare your mother, don't scare your mother."

The man lying on the door yelled, "Zhu'er, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Wenfeng rushed over a few steps, and said, "Let me take a look, maybe I'm hungry without eating."

Stretching out his hand to take his pulse, he felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have awakened the other party hastily, the little girl is too weak.

"It's nothing serious, it's a problem of lack of energy and blood, and starvation."

Zhang Wenfeng comforted the nervous adults, and said: "Hold her to my shop to lie down for a while, cook a dose of nourishing medicine, cook some soup and cakes to eat, and walk back by herself after a while."

"Thank you Langzhong Zhang, I almost scared me to death just now."

After a lot of tossing, I went back to the shop again.

It took almost half an hour for the little girl to wake up, weak and weak.

After feeding the soup cakes and decoction, Zhang Wenfeng took the little girl's pulse again, and asked after a while, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

The little girl quickly raised her head and looked at each other, then shook her head and said nothing.

Zhang Wenfeng had already seen clearly that the little girl's soul woke up because of mixed memories. She didn't remember who she was, so she was afraid to say more to him.

Senior sister Yue Anyan still had Fang Bailan's slough lying in the small bamboo house, he did not expect to have something to do with Fang Bailan again.

After sending the group away, Zhang Wenfeng lowered the door panel and walked into the backyard. The donkey approached from the dark.

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(End of this chapter)