My wife is a sword god

Chapter 7 Healing Diseases
Qin Feng was lying on the bed, his hands and feet were tightly bound, and two pieces of cloth, one black and one white, were stuffed in his mouth.

Qin An said that the reason why he fortified the white cloth was because he was afraid that his eldest brother would lose his mind and go crazy, biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Erniang thought it was reasonable, but also felt that a piece of white cloth was not tight enough, so she stuffed another piece of black cloth.

Qin Jian'an originally wanted to stuff another piece, but after several attempts, he found that he really couldn't fit it, so he could only shake his head regretfully, as if he, the head of the family, was being compared.
Qin Feng on the bed was extremely uncomfortable, and could only struggle continuously. The gray-haired Doctor Song was still checking the whites of his eyes, and his upper body was also filled with silver needles of different lengths. Dressed like a hedgehog.

Qin Feng was full of grievances, but he couldn't express his suffering, so he could only pour all his anger on the Wenqi Waterfall in the Divine Sea!
He clearly saw that the waterfall was filled with Wen Qi, and he also clearly saw the white light of the waterfall suddenly appear, but why did the Wen Qi suddenly shrink to one-tenth of its original size?

Doesn't this mean that if you want to truly fill the waterfall, you need to memorize at least [-] volumes of books?

What a joke!
It’s no wonder that there are few people in Daqian who study literature, sages and orthodoxy. If you want to memorize [-] volumes of books, it will take more than ten years at least. it is good!

After complaining in his heart, Qin Feng calmed down a bit. Anyway, he has these eyes, and he can memorize another [-] volumes of books, but it will only take more than ten days.

The problem now is that he has memorized a lot of books in the library, where can he find the rest of the books?

You know, it is not easy to find so many books because Dagan worships martial arts and does not respect literature.
At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly discovered that Cang Feilan, the demon slayer invited by his father, was standing motionless in the middle of the room, and her pale blue eyes were staring at him from the beginning to the end. he.

What's happening here?Is she finally convinced by my handsome appearance?

Qin Feng was a little excited. After all, a heroic beauty like Cang Feilan was just right for him!

Among other things, just those long legs wrapped in blue and black trousers, he can play for a lifetime without getting tired of it!
But when he was excited, Qin Feng glanced at himself out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, he couldn't be compared to being handsome.

A terrible idea suddenly emerged, does she have some kind of special hobby?

Qin Feng was trembling all over. If that was the case, would he resist desperately, or would he close his eyes and bear it silently?

really tangled
"Miss Cang, is my son's soul damaged?" Qin Jian'an asked.

Cang Feilan shook her head when she heard the words: "The three souls and seven souls are all there, and they have not been damaged."

"Doctor Song, can you see anything?" Erniang asked anxiously.

The gray-haired old man shook his head: "I checked Mr. Qin's body, and everything is normal."

Qin Feng nodded his head desperately to express his approval. This old man can be regarded as having some medical skills.

Unexpectedly, the other party changed the subject: "However, according to your description, Mr. Qin's soul is built, but he behaves strangely and speaks wildly. It is very likely that he was overly frightened a few days ago and suffered from hysteria.

The old man suggested that Young Master Qin should be tied to the bed like this, and observe for a few more days, and then untie him after Young Master Qin's condition improved. "

Qin Feng stared wide-eyed, quack doctor, you quack doctor!

Immediately, the struggle became more intense, and there were constant groaning sounds from his mouth.

Seeing this, Dr. Song hurriedly greeted: "Hurry up, hold him down, he's having another attack!"

"Let me do it!" Qin Jian'an took out a hemp rope as thick as his wrist from nowhere, and fixed Qin Feng on the bed with a satisfied smile on his face.

At this moment, Cang Feilan suddenly said: "I think he has something to say, why not take out the cloth stuffed in his mouth and listen to what he has to say, before making a judgment."

Qin Feng nodded desperately.

"But what if the cloth is taken out, the eldest brother loses his mind and bites his tongue to kill himself?" Qin An expressed uneasiness.

"It's okay, if the situation is not right, I will put the cloth back!" Qin Jian'an took out a piece of sackcloth from his arms, showing an eager expression.

"That's the only way to go."

The cloth in his mouth was taken out, Qin Feng exhaled heavily, in order to prevent himself from being misunderstood as hysteria again, he tried his best to calm down his tone: "Father, mother, second brother, I am not sick, I really touched the ninth grade of Wensheng at that time. That's why I shouted excitedly, you have to believe me."

Dr. Song immediately shook his head: "People who suffer from hysteria often say that they are not sick. Mr. Qin, this statement is not credible."

"I think so too, so shall I stuff the sackcloth into his mouth?"

"Wait!" Qin Feng stopped it aloud, it seemed that it was useless to defend himself right now, he had to find a way to prove himself.

He turned his head to look at Dr. Song, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes. He knew the other person's physical condition like the palm of his hand in an instant.

"Doctor Song, do you often have cold hands and feet, dizziness and fever at night, and sometimes you still get dizzy when you stand up after squatting down!"

Doctor Song looked surprised, and immediately said tremblingly: "You, how did you know that!"

"Oh, the so-called slow pulse, blood does not nourish sweat, white tongue, blood does not nourish the liver, you are clearly a manifestation of weak Qi and blood."

"How can I heal this?"

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth slightly raised: "It's very simple. According to the book "Miscellaneous Disorders", in your situation, you should use five qian for Tiannanxing, one and a half qian for lily, two qian for Tuchou Xingma, and one liang for Prunella vulgaris. Use coltsfoot flowers as medicine, and then use civil and military fire to fry each other repeatedly, and finally boil eight bowls of water into one bowl to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease."

"There is such a thing? No, it's impossible. I have also studied the book "Hundred Diseases" and I don't remember this description." Dr. Song's expression changed. How can an old doctor admit that he is not as good as him? people!
"If you want to judge whether what I said is wrong, wait and see, Qing'er, you go to the library, enter the third bookcase on the right hand side of the door, the fourth row, and get the seventh book on it! "

Qing'er left at the sound, and the rest of the people were shocked. There are dozens of bookcases in the library, containing tens of thousands of volumes of books. How could Qin Feng remember the location of the books so clearly?

Not long after, Qing'er took back "Miscellaneous Talk on Hundred Diseases".

Qin Feng looked confident: "Doctor Song, turn the book to page No. 30 and see what is written on the seventh line."

Dr. Song still couldn't believe it. He slowly opened the book, and the rest of them also looked curiously at the pages of the book.

As a result, the location of the content was exactly the same as what Qin Feng said!

Snapped!
The book fell to the ground, Dr. Song staggered.

"I didn't expect this old man to study medicine for dozens of years, but it's not as good as Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin has a clear mind, and he really doesn't have hysteria, so this old man...retired first."

Qin Jian'an wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only say "go slowly", then he glanced at the linen in his hand, and reluctantly tucked it back into his waist.

Seeing this, Qin Feng finally heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, a wisp of literary energy suddenly grew in his mind, which was about ten times stronger than before. This sudden change made him startled.

"Is this the style in the book "Miscellaneous Talk on Hundred Diseases"?"

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