Merchant and doctor

According to common sense, for an ancient person who has been paralyzed in bed for many years, his stomach qi has been defeated due to the exhaustion of vitality. In most cases, the pulse condition should show the three characteristics of "no stomach, no spirit, and no root".

The so-called "no stomach" means that the doctor's fingers can't feel the existence of stomach qi in the patient's body, or the stomach qi is seriously insufficient; the lack of spirit means that the doctor's fingers can't find how much "essence", "qi", etc. "God", the pulse has no tension; it has no root, and the vitality is scattered. The pulse will gradually disappear when the doctor presses it down, and then he can feel it again, and then he can't find it again. out of pulse".

Stretch out your hand, it should be the kind of pulse with scattered shape, chaotic pulse path, vain and rootless, weak pulse, as thin as nothing.

Sima Kui's pulse was not like this.

After trying many times, Bian Mu gradually realized that Sima Kui was really not easy.

Sima Kui's pulse was particularly like typing on a laptop keyboard. Although it was a little weak, but the rhythm was very steady, like flying on water. From the beginning to the end, the pulse was quite regular.

It was obvious that Sima Kui had an extremely strong heart.

From his pulse, he could not feel the slightest fear of death coming at any time, nor could he touch the obvious despair caused by long-term extreme loneliness. On the contrary, Sima Kui accepted the present miserable and bleak life calmly. destination.

As long as there was still a breath left, he tried to catch it evenly.

This attitude!
No one in a million!

Bian Mu couldn't help showing some respect to the dry old man in front of him.

"Brother Qiangzi! How many meals does the old man usually eat?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Three meals! My father asked me to ask the people here to arrange it like this. It is impossible for us to stay by his side. We really don't know how many meals the people here feed a day. There is no installation in this house." Surveillance cameras, it’s useless to ask, and they will definitely say that they are fed on time, three meals a day, and occasionally juice, anyway, I don’t trust them.” San Qiangzi replied with a smile.

"fluid food?"

"Yes, the old man's swallowing function has deteriorated badly. If he feeds directly, he will choke and cough. If he fails to fix it in his lungs, he will get pneumonia directly. His old life will be completely explained here."

"In addition to normal daily food, fruits, and vegetable juices, is there anything else in the old man's food?"

"Other things, whoops! How did I forget about this!" As he was speaking, he saw San Qiangzi pull out a medium-sized porcelain bottle from his pocket.

"You are an expert, open it and smell it." As he spoke, San Qiangzi handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Bian Mu.

Pour it into the palm of your hand and see that it is a kind of pill, water honey pill, a small particle of Chinese patent medicine.

Bian Muxin picked up a grain and put it under his nose to smell it, yes!Good medicine!
"Ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, angelica, polygala, schisandra, astragalus, tangerine peel... your father made it?"

"Good guy! You are really good at 'tasting hundreds of herbs'! Just by smelling it, you can identify the ingredients one by one? If I didn't see it with my own eyes today, I really wouldn't believe it!"

"Congratulations! This medicine is most likely a simplified version of 'Ginseng Yangrong Pill'. Many ingredients in the prescription have been subtracted. Did your father prescribe it?"

"Yes, I took the prescription and went to the pharmacy to process it. Every once in a while, I would come over and give away a bottle. My father said that Uncle Kui couldn't live without this thing." San Qiangzi explained with a smile.

"Understood! No wonder the old man's pulse condition is much better than I imagined. Thanks to your father and son taking care of him, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive this moment. It seems that everything has a reason!" After finishing speaking, Bian Mu stretched out his hand Put it into the cup and take out a small wooden box.

Opening the small wooden box, Bian Mu took out a shiny golden acupuncture needle from it, and handed it to the San Qiangzi.

"Rolling Dragon Needle? Yours?" San Qiangzi asked in surprise.

"Know the goods! I said you father and son are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but you still don't admit it, hehe... Let's talk about something?" While speaking, Bian Mu glanced at Sima Kui who was lying on the bed.

As the saying goes, smart is not as good as a bachelor. From the very beginning, San Qiangzi guessed that Bian Mu's motive for visiting Sima Kui was definitely not pure, and he couldn't ask clearly. As a friend, he could only wait for Bian Mu to say it himself. come out.

"Go! Go out and smoke a cigarette!" As he spoke, San Qiangzi walked out of the room first.

The two lit a cigarette each, and Bian Mu was worried that Sima Kui hadn't lost his hearing, so he continued to walk forward for a certain distance while talking and laughing.

The three Qiangzi understood immediately, followed closely behind, without saying anything.

Seeing that there was already some distance from the ward, Bian Mu said with a smile: "Brother Qiangzi, you have heard of 'Fire Needle'!"

"I know, my father often pricks himself with 'fire needles'. At first, I was terrified, but then I got tired, what? How many 'fire needles' are you going to give Uncle Kui?"

"Yes! The old man's left hand and left arm were pierced, but it was his right arm and right arm that were cured. After that, the old man can probably write with a pen."

"Really? You want to 'talk' with him about something." San Qiangzi definitely has a good brain, as soon as Bian Mu spoke, he guessed Bian Mu's intentions at that time.

"Yes! He trusts you. After the old man's right hand regains his writing function, please talk to him. Just say that I want to give him a 'Meridian Liuzhu' needle, but I only know a little bit. You can find a way to persuade him. He, I advise him to pass on the secret of the 'Ziwu Liuzhu' acupuncture method he has mastered to me, I have mastered a new technique here, as for him, it is possible for him to partially recover his body functions, and everyone wins, do you think it will work?" Bian Mu Explained with a smile.

Hearing this, the Three Qiangzi frowned involuntarily.

"Although we don't usually deal with each other very much, you are my father's savior. I have always regarded you as an upright gentleman and as one of my own. Why are you a little abnormal today? Isn't this like your usual style? Why do I feel that you are trying to blackmail Uncle Kui? Even if he is paralyzed in bed, we can't bully him, right?!" San Qiangzi questioned a few words calmly.

"Threatening is serious. At most, it's a business deal, a deal." As he spoke, Bian Mu told the story of how he had met Guan Yuelin and how he would be cured after a while.

San Qiangzi quietly listened to the past and recent situation of Guan Yuelin, and did not speak for a long time.

"Are you sure he was hit by the trick of 'close the door and lock it'?!"

"affim!"

"No wonder... my father has heard about the secret recipe a few times. At that time, my father even scolded Uncle Cao, saying that he has forgotten his ancestors for countless books, and he even gave up his face for money. I really didn't know that Uncle Kui was involved in this matter. It seems... the water here is quite deep! We are living a good life, why do we have to rush into this muddy water?"

"For no other reason, I just want to take this opportunity to learn the whole set of 'Ziwu Liuzhu' acupuncture. We have always had a good relationship. I can't hide my thoughts from you. It's okay! You have to think that I'm bullying the old man , then pretend that I didn’t say, I will prick the 'fire needle', if it can help a little, the doctor is benevolent, I still have this bit of professional ethics."

San Qiangzi frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, San Qiangzi said calmly: "You are a genius of traditional Chinese medicine, and you have a good character. I don't want to do anything else today. I will help you if the acupuncture method is not lost. What's more, our family owes you money." You are so kind, even if you take a step back, Uncle Kui can really recover, it’s better than lying there and suffering! Let’s go! I’ll negotiate with him!”

Bian Mu smiled, didn't say anything, just cupped his hands at the three Qiangzi, and the two walked back and forth towards the ward.