Zhenlongting

Chapter 123

"Such majesty, such evil spirit, it should be understood, Xiaoxian..."

Speaking of this, Tan Weixin looked around, only to realize that his wife was not with him, so naturally he couldn't serve the wine.

"I really hope you can see this scene too..." He murmured, then turned his head and smiled, "Commander Wen, don't call for help, let's go back to the camp, this time I'll do you a favor, and I'll do it for you." I thank General Yuan."

"Brother Fusheng, won't you show up and go out?"

Wen Yuzhang was surprised.

"Everyone is safe, so what are you going to do? Also, for the current reform, you have to rely on the momentum of foreigners such as Li Timotai to make it happen. At this time, it's a shame. It's not very good-looking. Haha, these days, I've got a sulky breath in my heart...

The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, with thorns and thorns at every step, but I have to make sacrifices, and I am really aggrieved.Seeing today's situation, I finally feel relieved. "

He flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked, chanting loudly: "Singing in the daytime requires excessive drinking, and youth is the company to return home..."

The singing was hoarse and cheerful, and gradually faded away.

Wen Yuzhang stood where he was, his eyes stared blankly, until he could no longer see his back, then he quietly led his troops away.

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Reporters from all over the world gradually dispersed, and no one gathered around Zhang Kun to conduct interviews.

In fact, his previous performance was a bit scary, no one dared to risk his life to discuss his killing experience with this bloody "killer".

It can only be seen from their complicated and shocked expressions.

Going back this time, I am afraid that there will be a huge storm in the media.

No one has ever killed people, especially foreigners, in such a unique and arrogant way.

This is a special case, and it also opened an era.

Some time ago, how these foreign media ridiculed the weakness of the Qing people and boasted about the strength of the Caucasians was embarrassing at this moment.

The strong ones are pushed and rubbed against the ground by the weak ones.

From inside to face, everything was lost.

They don't even know how to write their own newspaper articles.

It won't work if you don't write it, and it won't work if you write it truthfully.

For all journalists, there is always an irreconcilable contradiction between job and professional ethics.

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"Boss Zhang..."

"Master Zhang!"

After the warriors from all corners of the world came to greet him, praised them and left, the people from Yuanshun Escort surrounded him.

There is reverence in everyone's eyes.

At least, at this moment, they really admired and felt extremely at ease.

Offending foreigners, although there are endless troubles.

However, all the previous things were really relieved.

"You don't need to be too polite. Escort Hong is seriously injured, so there is no delay. Let's take him to the Baicao Hall, where all the medicines are available..."

Although Hong Huatong usually picks his nose and eyes vertically, he has a faint sense of alienation from himself.But after all, this is the chief instructor of my father's martial arts school. He has taught many children to learn literature and martial arts, and his heart is not bad.

Old Antique is Old Antique, and maybe because of Luo Wei Luo Qi's incident, he has a grudge against himself, but Zhang Kun has never been a small-minded person.

He doesn't care about some small grievances.

The other party just harbored some dissatisfaction in his heart, and did not secretly target it, then everything will be fine.

Besides, there are still a little few capable people in the escort agency.With Hong Huatong in charge of Fu Wuyi School, there will be a steady stream of new blood coming in. This old man is actually very useful.

Especially this time.

Andre hit the escort agency.

This seemingly useless Hong Huatong Jiaoyu was so bloody that he was the first to rush forward to fight.

Although he was beaten miserably and lost his morale and prestige, generally speaking, his heart is commendable.

Not everyone dared to do anything after hearing Andre's reputation for killing.

Even Zhang Kun has to say that Hong Huatong is old and strong, so don't say too much about his character, as a warrior, he is qualified.

"Senior Sister, can you still go? Do you want to arrange for Sister Hua and Miss Xiuxiu to carry you to Baicao Hall?"

He noticed that Wang Jingya lowered her head and silently followed behind her.

Zhang Kun's heart skipped a beat.

I thought to myself, could it be that the previous battle with Andre had hit Wang Xiaoya's confidence and fighting spirit, so she was depressed.

"No, I'm fine, it's just a broken arm, and it doesn't affect my walking."

Wang Jingya raised her head in a daze, rolled her eyeballs, and took a while to focus, then shook her head hastily.

"My arm was injured and I was carried away, can I still be a human being? It's a trivial matter, a trivial matter."

Having said that, she took another deep breath, obviously trying to endure the pain, and after a while, she said quietly: "Zhang Kun, I didn't expect that you are already so strong? Every morning, you will learn from each other. Are you letting me go?"

Nonsense, can you do it without letting me?

Two punches will beat you to pieces.

Zhang Kun shook his head and laughed: "That's not true. You know that sparring is different from martial arts competition. If you don't have murderous intent in your heart, you can't perform well. Senior sister is already very good."

"Of course I'm very powerful, Zhang Kun, do you know that? I broke through the dark energy when I was fighting before, and now I'm the head of the bodyguard..."

Speaking of this, classmate Wang Xiaoya became happy again.

She put on a posture, her muscles and bones moved and buzzed.

Just exerting strength, the body is slightly sluggish, it is obvious that it has affected the bone injury...

"I can see it. You have been injured for a hundred days. Even though you have a good foundation, you have to be careful. If you touch the wound like this again, it may leave sequelae."

Zhang Kun threatened.

This Huniu is very active.

I can't be quiet for a moment.

It's really not easy to manage if you don't tell them to scare them.

"Know it."

Wang Jingya didn't care, smiled and followed behind, back to Baicao Hall.

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"Cousin, I'm afraid it won't work."

Li Xiaowan's small face was wrinkled like a bitter melon.

It's uncomfortable to watch.

She was busy before, giving acupuncture, prescribing medicine, and even using the ancestral massage and bone-setting technique, but none of them had much effect.

No matter how much family background, talent is extraordinary.

After all, she is still young, and her medical skills are not great.

When encountering such a difficult injury, it is a bit helpless.

"Hong Biaotou's sternum was broken, and he was deformed by heavy blows. It seems that there are still broken bones falling into the chest cavity. It is not very easy to heal... But Miss, her bones are just broken, as long as she resets them for a period of time, she will recover. Then use the golden needle technique to stimulate the blood flow, and it will be restored."

Zhang Kun understood what Li Xiaowan meant as soon as he heard it.

I also know where the difficulty lies.

A fracture is not the same as a fracture.

Similarly, there are many kinds of fractures. For example, the comminuted fracture of Hong Huatong's dart head is the most difficult situation to deal with.

For Wang Jingya, it's okay, because it's fighting against Andre, using strength to resist strength.After the shock, the bones could not bear the force and broke.

This is sore.

Because of her strong physique, she didn't even affect her internal organs, and she didn't even spit out any blood.

This kind of situation can be cured by manual reset, combined with acupuncture and medicine.

Of course, it is also possible that the bone damage is too severe, and there are remaining bone fragments...

If the reset is not complete, it is likely to affect the transmission of energy and blood through the muscles and bones of her left arm.

This point, also not sure.

The human body is a very delicate thing.

A little bit of injury, if not handled properly, may also lead to very troublesome consequences.

It's what ordinary people say, after it's cured, you can't do heavy physical work.

This point has not been told to Wang Jingya yet.Li Xiaowan was worried that if Miss Xiaoya knew about this situation, she would be devastated.

For a martial idiot, if you let her strength plummet, she will be cut off from the future, and she can only hide at home and take care of her husband and children, that is unbearable no matter what.

As for Hong Huatong, his condition is even more serious. If he wants to restore the broken bones, he can't be perfectly cured by only relying on external traction and golden acupuncture points.

After asking people in the bodyguard bureau, Zhang Kun learned about it.

At that time, Hong Huatong was punched open by Andre, hitting his chest heavily.

He is brave, but lacks in strength.

Facing the crushing front of the fist, he couldn't even block the punch.

While losing miserably, he also suffered irreversible injuries.

The broken bones are scattered everywhere, so what to do?
There is no other good way except to open the chest and clear the bones, glue them together and wait for automatic recovery.

Thoracic surgery, Chinese medicine at this time, at least Li Xiaowan himself, is not good at it.

She doesn't have the ability.

Dr. Yang of An Ren Tang, known as a miracle doctor, should have been able to open his chest and clear his bones, so it would not be a problem to perform an operation.

But his main focus is on prescribing prescriptions and debating diseases, which can treat difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and he may not be very good at surgical operations.

Let him treat it, the risk is still a bit high.

This is the real difficulty.

Under normal circumstances, in this era, a serious injury like Hong Huatong's not only a comminuted fracture of the sternum, but also an injury to the internal organs, basically one can prepare for the funeral.

There are too few good doctors who can learn from a hundred schools of thought. Doctors like Hua Tuo with particularly strong practical experience are even rarer.

Besides, at this time, the saying "the body, hair and skin, can be damaged by parents" is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Shaving one's hair feels as humiliating as cutting off the head. You let these people cut the head or cut it open Chest is actually a very inhumane thing.

Therefore, it must be impossible, and it is impossible to do it.

As a Chinese medicine doctor, I generally don't cut up people like dead flesh like Western medicine in the future.

But Zhang Kun is different.

In his attribute column, in the column of medical skills, there is no distinction between Chinese medicine or western medicine.

It's just two simple words of "medical skills", which actually cover everything.

Any means will do.

What kind of Chinese medicine, Western medicine, witch doctor, Jinshi Danfang... everything.

As long as it can cure diseases, it can be used freely.

His difficulty is that the level of medical skills is still low, and he is only in the state of "proficiency"... However, it is not that there is no way, it just depends on his unwillingness to part with it.

"It's okay, you prepare the knife and the mulberry thread, and I will operate it."

Zhang Kun thought for a while, and was ready to cut the flesh.

Medicine is actually very useful.

At least, opening this clinic has earned him more than ten points of Dragon Qi.

Although it came slowly, it was safe and comfortable.Moreover, the water flows continuously and continuously.

It's not that he doesn't want to walk around, looking for wicked people to kill.

In fact, this approach is very impractical.

If you want to gain more Dragon Qi points, you need not only the evilness of the target, but also the strength and influence of the target, as well as the subsequent changes in fate.

If you work hard to check the evil deeds, travel hundreds of miles, kill a country bully, or kill a bandit leader, you may only get one or two points, or even nothing at all.

This is related to another acquisition mechanism...

It's not that if you save people and punish the evil, you will definitely be appreciated by others.

Thank you on the surface, thank you.What do you think, who knows?
A little bit of gratitude, if you can't gather a ray of dragon energy, then it's tantamount to nothing.

It's like he opened a medical clinic and saved so many people every day.

There are many people who were dragged back from the mortal illness by him...

If everyone knew how to be grateful and could contribute so much dragon energy, he would have done so long ago.

So, if you want to kill, kill the big fish.

But then again, as long as it is a big fish, it is a person with profound influence. Which one is so easy to kill?
It's not that one hair will move the whole body, leading to unpredictable consequences;
It's just that the guards around him are too strong, so it's not so easy to kill.

Thinking a little too much, Zhang Kun stopped his thoughts, and while Li Xiaowan was preparing tools and cleaning the wound, he turned and walked into the bedroom.

He didn't want anyone to see any strange movements when he improved his cultivation base and skills.

Earlier at the gate of the Escort Bureau, killing Andre got 21 points of Dragon Qi, but killing nine temple warriors didn't give much, only 4 points.Maybe after the shock, if I kill some small shrimps, there won't be so many feedbacks.

A total of 25 points of dragon energy is still a luxury.

"Medical skills, improve."

4 points of dragon energy are burned.

Zhang Kun was directly promoted to two levels in a row, raising his medical skills to the realm of great success.

In an instant, his eyes became blank, immersed in an inexplicable memory.

This time, he is no longer a warrior, but a poor scholar from a poor family.

His father died in military service in his early years, and his mother was busy with housework alone. She was not too old, and she was also plagued by illnesses, so she died.

For poor scholars, let alone studying, it is very difficult to fill their stomachs.

As you can see, you will starve yourself to death because you don't know how to farm and work, and you can't earn rations.

Useless is a scholar, that's who he is talking about.

However, this one is still a bit lucky after all.

On this day, when I was writing a letter for someone on the street, I stood in the cold wind and picked up a sachet.

He stood at the intersection and waited for the owner, who also waited for a girl.

The development of things began to become a little dramatic.

This girl is the daughter of the owner of a medical center. She looks handsome after reading books, but also has a simple heart, and she secretly fell in love with her.

In addition, the owner of the medical center only has such an only daughter, so he asked someone to talk about their marriage.

Finally, the scholar married into the owner's house, which opened a new chapter in the door-to-door son-in-law.

He also gave up his official career in poetry and books, and re-learned medical skills.

20 years in a hurry.

A scholar is no longer a scholar, but a well-known doctor in ten miles and eight villages.

He is pure and kind, with a kind heart, and he hates to see patients suffer.

Although the family business has never been more prosperous, it can be regarded as half a lifetime of wealth.

Children and grandchildren are around the knees, and the four generations live under the same roof. At the age of 90, the scholar has excellent medical skills and is already known as a genius doctor.

"This life is too long. I don't remember some details clearly. However, the process of learning medicine and treating diseases is like a personal experience, which is vivid in my memory."

Memories flooded into his mind, and Zhang Kun felt that his understanding of Yin-Yang and Five Elements was more profound.

He also became aware of his own body.

At the same time, he also discovered that the ten finger pads, the extremely delicate touch... It feels as if he can hold an embroidery needle and make the most delicate movements.

"This is also an all-round improvement... It turns out that the upgrade of medical skills is not just about medical skills, it is also of great help to my martial arts."

Zhang Kun tried boxing and saber techniques, and found that he had improved his understanding of the operation of power and the weaknesses of the human body.

What it meant, he knew very well.

Martial arts practice starts from simple to complex, and the more you practice, the more you practice.

Doing is an addition.

Later, from complex to simple, the more practiced, the more refined.

Minus the ramifications, do a subtraction.

He is still in the state of adding...

The more you learn and see more, no matter it is a hundred schools of arts, if you know and learn it, you will be touched by your own martial arts.

This is the reason why stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade.

Since improving medical skills is not a waste.

Zhang Kun is tenacious and will not stop doing anything.

"Further improvement, complete medical skills."

boom……

4 o'clock dragon gas burns.

This time, when the tide of memory came flooding in, Zhang Kun felt a sharp and vicissitudes.

That is a unique idea, a lonely life...

He hid on the mass grave, waiting every day for someone to die and someone to be thrown into the barren hills.

By midnight.

With a bun in his pocket, carrying clear water, with green light in his eyes, and a knife in his hand, he pounced on the newly dead corpses.

Dissect, analyze, record, test medicine, test poison.

All kinds of weird methods, not understood by the world, accumulated over time, and finally became a generation of poison doctors.

Although physically weak, he has become a big devil that no one in the world dares to provoke.

A man behind the scenes.

When Zhang Kun woke up again, he found that on the attribute panel, the medical skills had quietly become (complete).

The two kinds of medical skills, positive and evil, are fused together and flow in the heart.

At this time, thinking of Hong Huatong's bone-crushing injury, Zhang Kun couldn't help but laugh.

"What kind of problem is this? It's just a matter of lifting your hands."

"As for Wang Xiaoya, the broken bone in her arm will not affect the operation of her strength after it is healed, and even the slightest trace will not be visible. Leaving one more scar the size of a needle thread will mean that I am not good at healing."

There was no change in the subsequent healing behavior.

The operation was very successful.

The two injured are also recovering well.

After this experience, Hong Huatong became even older, and the eyes he looked at Zhang Kun no longer had that faint gap, and he seemed much more peaceful.

It should be that I have figured out many things and don't worry about some things anymore.

And Wang Jingya.

Obviously, he didn't realize that he almost lost his future in martial arts.

All she cares about is whether there will be scars...

After receiving Zhang Kun's guarantee, in the afternoon, he practiced the hammer with his right hand and single arm.

I simply don't know how to write the word pain.

Only Li Xiaowan looked at Zhang Kun even more strangely.

It was like seeing a fairy.

No one knew better than her how difficult Hong Huatong's injury was.

She witnessed the treatment process with her own eyes that day, it was as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and it was even more perfect than the best expected situation.

This is an art that she dare not even dream of, it can only be called art.

Thinking of the scene of seeing Zhang Kun just now, it was like a dream for a moment.

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"Sister, come and read this newspaper, this newspaper is full of nonsense, it's so maddening."

The next day, Li Xiaowan was sitting in the hospital, taking advantage of the lack of patients, took the newspaper bought by Xiao Lin, and her complexion changed drastically after just a few glances.

"Why, are foreigners trying to smear Zhang Kun again? Or are they smearing Daqingguo? They can control their hands, and they can also control their mouths. They can smear them if they like, we don't care."

Wang Jingya threw it casually, and the pitted purple gold hammer flew over seven or eight feet, and flew to the corner of the room, where it was placed neatly.

Stretching out his arms to wipe his sweat, he said with a smile.

"It's not a foreigner, it's the Capital Daily, our Daqing Country's own newspaper."

Li Xiaowan's face collapsed.

Are these people used to bending over and can't stand up straight anymore?

……

Ask for a monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)