Shinming Nursing Home

Chapter 29 Is a man (for further reading)

At noon, the doctors in Chengmingtang took turns to eat lunch, and they were still overcrowded, and they never stopped taking medicine and making medicine.

Zhang Ji would occasionally maintain order in Chengming Hall, appease the patients, and make jokes from time to time to adjust the anxious and impatient atmosphere of queuing.

Once the evil spirits enter the Chengming Hall, they will be swallowed by the spirit officials of the six shackles.

The patient himself will feel much more relaxed, and after being soothed by Zhang Ji, he will feel more at ease.

"It's strange to say that when I came to Chengmingtang, I haven't seen a doctor yet, smelling the fragrance of medicine, I feel much better."

"Yeah, the whole person has relaxed a lot. When I came here just now, it was very difficult to breathe."

"Is this a psychological effect? ​​I still have diarrhea." The person who spoke was not possessed by an evil spirit.

"Chengmingtang is really a good place. On the way here, I felt dizzy. It's weird. After sitting down for a few minutes, the dizziness disappeared."

When I was seeing a doctor, the patients were not feeling well, and most of them were depressed, especially when they were waiting in line, the longer they waited, the more irritable they became.

Now that I feel better physically, my mood has improved a lot. Everyone is talking and laughing.

Although it is not a small burden for Lin Chengming and others to see a doctor non-stop, the psychological pressure is not so great.

The many negative energies transformed by the patient's fear will invisibly cause a lot of psychological pressure on the doctor.

If a patient is in a relatively relaxed state when facing a doctor, the mental effort for the doctor is relatively small.

Fundamentally speaking, this is a virtuous circle for both parties.

There are many people who are not seriously ill physically, but have mental illnesses. For Chinese medicine practitioners, it is even more important to communicate with them, to unravel their inner fears, put aside delusions that disturb their emotions, and believe in themselves.

Only in this way can one's own treatment achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Lin Chengming put all this in his eyes, and Zhang Ji seemed to have no objection to him not declaring him as his disciple.

When Cheng Mingtang was so busy, he would show up wherever there was a need.

This made Lin Chengming love him even more. He knew that most of these patients were cured by Zhang Ji, and he was in his favor.

I thought about giving Zhang Ji more money, otherwise, I would feel uneasy.

From Zhang Ji's point of view, he should do whatever he does in Chengmingtang.

This is my second home.

At this moment, a young man walked sideways into Chengming Hall with his legs wide open, shouting: "Help me."

Zhang Ji quickly looked at the young man, and saw that there was a pool of blood under his crotch, he was startled, and said: "What's going on."

With the eyes of the spirit, he didn't see any evil spirits possessing the body. He was a little puzzled, could it be that he was clicked?

"Can you go inside and talk about it?" The young man's face is like a crown of jade, his lips are red and his teeth are white, he is very handsome, but his face is flushed at the moment, filled with pain.

He was wearing a shirt and jeans, and the blood on the crotch had begun to smudge slowly.

Looking like a little boy, Zhang Ji suddenly remembered that there was a quack who was taken care of by a rich woman, and was finally found out by the husband of the rich woman and snapped off. Could this be the same?

Zhang Ji hurriedly took him to the private consultation room.

The boy quickly lay on the hospital bed, gasping for breath.

"Name, how old are you, and what's your situation?" Zhang Ji picked up the medical record and began to write on it.

"Tong Pengcheng, 25 years old."

"Don't talk about it, I went to Tian's hospital to get circumcised and said it was free."

"Originally, the circumcision had already been done, but their nurses were wearing white silk and translucent uniforms."

"Pasted on my body, all kinds of stroking, it is said to be postoperative physical therapy, to relieve tension and help recovery."

"Big breasts and buttocks showing a little bit, who can bear it, look at my physique, the line below will collapse in minutes."

"As a result, they said that the first time is free, and the second time, it will cost 50. I would rather die than surrender. I will never let unscrupulous hospitals succeed!"

"Brother, hurry up and sew me up to stop the bleeding." Tong Pengcheng cursed and was furious.

Zhang Ji couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, he didn't expect such an operation.

"It's fine with stitches, and hemostasis should not be a big problem." Zhang Ji took out the golden sore medicine directly.

Tong Pengcheng was also straightforward, and pulled down his trousers, leaving a pool of blood red and thread.

Seeing that Zhang Ji's scalp is numb, I feel the pain for him, and his head is numb.

This kid really can bear it, this part is no better than other places.

"Let me clean and disinfect you first, and open your legs." Zhang Ji took out the disinfectant water, rinsed it down, and pulled out the remaining threads

Tong Pengcheng's face turned green, and his legs were twitching like toad legs.

After simple treatment, apply the medicine directly, and deal with it urgently first.

"It's okay to stop the bleeding, but I'm really not good at stitching your second brother."

"Take a break, and when the bleeding stops completely, you can find a regular hospital to help you deal with it." Zhang Ji finished applying the medicine with no expression on his face.

"That's enough, thank you brother, thank you very much." Tong Pengcheng's face turned pale, and he lay powerlessly on the hospital bed: "Your medicine is really powerful. It's cold after pouring on it, and it doesn't feel so painful."

"Then you rest here first, I'll go and get busy." Zhang Ji sighed in his heart, this brother is also vigorous, and he can endure such severe pain.

After all, the second elder brother was injured no more than other places. Tong Pengcheng looked like a little boy, but with this endurance, Zhang Ji also respected him from the bottom of his heart as a man.

An hour later, Zhang Ji returned to the consultation room, checked him up, and said, "It's almost there."

"How much?" Tong Pengcheng asked quickly.

"It's a small matter, no need." Zhang Ji waved his hand, and said, "You'd better ask someone to deal with the second brother for you."

"It's not appropriate." Tong Pengcheng took out his mobile phone and said, "Give me a payment code, and I will give you some."

Zhang Ji patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, you're welcome."

"Okay, then I won't talk too much." Tong Pengcheng lifted his pants, left immediately, and said, "Brother, I will remember your great kindness."

"..." Zhang Ji thought, why does this kindness sound so strange?

On the second day, until seven o'clock in the evening, the Shackle Spirit Officer devoured more than 600 ninth-rank evil spirits and more than 20 eighth-rank evil spirits.

If it wasn't for the cold weather and Zhang Ji telling those people to go back in advance and come back tomorrow, it would probably be later.

After all, too high-intensity work is not a small burden for Lin Chengming, who is in his 60s.

Even his few disciples were suffering from backaches, even if they had an assistant around them to prescribe medicine for them, it would be difficult.

Never before has such intensity been experienced.

After work, the whole Chengmingtang was exhausted and hurried home, ready to fight again tomorrow.

Lin Chengming gave them double wages. Although it was hard work, they were also very motivated.

"There are too many people. If this continues, we will not be able to afford it." Lin Chengming knew that some roads were blocked because of queuing today.

If Zhang Ji hadn't gone to guide them, I'm afraid there would be trouble.

Zhang Ji knew that as word of mouth spread, those who were seriously ill would want to come here for a try.

Originally about half of the patients were attacked by evil spirits, but now eight out of every ten patients are possessed by evil spirits.

"Why don't I ask Master Uncle to come out of the mountain? Ask him to help sit in Chengming Hall?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Brothers in Zhenwu Temple, they have always liked Qingxiu, so it's better not to disturb them." Lin Chengming knew that if Zhang Ji came to invite him, they would definitely come to help.

But in this way, it will also scare the snake.

As far as he knows, the creatures outside the evil haze are existences with spiritual intelligence.

There are even some beings sent to infiltrate Xiacheng.

Most of these existences are human races, and the Zhenwu Temple has always been hidden from view.

Keeping them will be of great use at critical moments, but if they are targeted by beings other than the evil haze, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Why?" Zhang Ji could hear Lin Chengming's voice, but he still wanted to ask.

"In Xiamen City, there may be existences other than Xie Haze, and the spies sent here are all human races."

"I didn't want to tell you, I was afraid it would affect you, but since you called him Shishu, he must have admitted you." Lin Chengming patted Zhang Ji on the shoulder.

When he knows more things, the day when he leaves Chengmingtang will not be far away.

This is why Lin Chengming never announced Zhang Ji as his disciple.

Relying on his many years of experience, Zhang Ji's overall strength has made a huge leap in just seven days during the Chinese New Year.

Sooner or later, I have to leave, think about it, I shouldn't be too selfish, a good man has ambitions everywhere.

"Understood." Zhang Ji nodded.

On the third day, Zhang Ji's shackle spirit officer had already shredded nearly 600 ninth-rank evil spirits and more than half a eighth-rank evil spirits within a [-]-meter radius of Chengming Hall.

It is worth mentioning that after a seventh-rank shackle spirit official devoured 1000 two hundred ninth-rank evil spirits, he crossed the first watershed and reached the sixth-rank realm.

The bull-headed spirit officer bestows the soul fork to defeat the enemy, while the horse-faced spirit officer bestows the soul flag to search for the soul.

The search for the soul by the soul flag will make the lonely and wild ghosts wandering between the heaven and the earth be attracted by the dark, and gather together.

With the improvement of the strength of the horse-faced spirit officer, he can even forcibly summon the soul.

Then the horse-faced spirit officer is the most important thing in this situation.

I can use the fastest speed to devour these evil spirits, making my spiritual sense go one step further.

The sixth-rank horse-faced spirit official was conferred, and a soul streamer was derived from "Ming Guan Lu", which was able to generate a subtle force when it was shaken.

At the same time, because of the shackles, the spirit officials stepped into the sixth rank, so that their range of activities was increased to 800 meters, and they could capture the evil spirits wandering in it.

At this time, Zhang Ji found out.

The soul jade under his control exists like a small hell.

It should be the basic ability of prison guards to control the imperial edict and protect the peace of one party.

Only those who can govern one side, let their own small underworld cover a wider area, and perfect the soul jade as the strength of the spirit officer grows.

Only in this way can it be possible to enter the second layer of Soul Prison.

(End of this chapter)