palm surgery

Chapter 22
Within half an hour, the servants in the palace invited the doctors from all over the city, and it seemed that there were about seven or eight people.

The doctor who came first was Zhao, who had examined He Ziyu's pulse and had a heavy expression on his face.

Dr. Sun stepped forward and asked, "How? Can Dr. Zhao see something unusual?"

Doctor Zhao shook his head. He was not shallow in the field of medicine, especially good at detoxification.It can be said that with his research on poisons, no one in the entire Linchuan city can surpass him.

However, judging from the pulse of the He family's Xiaolangjun, it was just a chronic illness and physical weakness without any signs of poisoning, and it was even more difficult to discern why he was in a coma.

"What do you think, old doctor Sun?"

"The pulse is a sign of a long-term illness and a lack of qi and blood, but if it's just like this, it shouldn't cause a sudden coma."

"Indeed." Doctor Zhao sighed, "I also have my own experience in poisoning, but now it seems that Wulang-jun's fainting has nothing to do with poison."

The other doctors took He Ziyu's pulse one by one, and they all frowned when they came out.

"When you take your pulse, can you all identify the signs of qi and blood loss?"

Several doctors nodded.

"But I also asked the family members just now, and they all said that Xiao Langjun of the He family has always been healthy. When he went to the temple fair today, he was in good spirits and had no symptoms of chronic illness at all."

"What's more, this double loss of qi and blood is caused by long-term strain, and there is no reason for it to happen all at once. This fainting is too strange."

"I just discussed with Dr. Sun, and it should be ruled out that it is caused by poison."

"I've never heard of such a situation."

Several doctors could not help but fell silent.

They worked together for a long time before finalizing a recipe for He Ziyu.

The Song family immediately sent someone to get the medicine and boil it.

However, after such tossing till dawn, He Ziyu still showed no sign of waking up.

Concubine Sun was lying on the bed wiping tears, and He Xiangshan was also worried.

"Let's go and invite some more doctors to have a look."

"Lord Lang, some famous doctors in our city are already here."

He Xiangshan sighed heavily.

The people in the second and third bedrooms also stayed up all night.

Although He Ziyu only happened after returning home, he had followed him out during the day, and what happened during the process, he had to tell the doctor one by one, so as to avoid any omissions.

He Xiancheng and He Qianli all looked tired.

"Second brother and third brother, you guys should go and rest first." He Xiangshan said.

He Xiancheng looked at his bloodshot eyes, and persuaded: "Brother, you should also go and rest. Your health is not yet fully recovered, so how can you endure it any longer."

Hearing the words, Song Shi also persuaded: "Yes, Master Lang, you can't fall down again."

He Xiangshan waved his hand: "How can I rest?"

"You go back first, the second and third siblings can't stand it anymore. If something happens, I'll call you over again."

He Xiancheng and He Qianli had no choice but to go back to their yard first.

He Qianli looked at the yard where the servant was in a hurry, and couldn't help sighing: "This winter, it's really difficult. First brother suddenly became seriously ill, and then Ling Jiang had an accident. After all, both of them recovered, and Wulang suddenly fell into a coma. Not awake. Hey..."

Feng yawned and said, "Is there something wrong with the feng shui of the long house? If not, why is it all the people in their long house?"

He Qianli whispered to her: "What nonsense!"

"It was originally. Pushing it forward, from the eldest brother becoming weaker, to the death of the eldest son from the horse, Wulang becoming sick and mute, and now, which of these things is not surrounding their eldest room?"

Feng stabbed him with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Do you think someone is going to harm the big house?"

He Qianli frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."

His face turned cold, and he reprimanded Mrs. Feng, "Don't talk about it again in the future! If you dare to say more, don't blame me for sending you back to Feng's mansion."

Lord Saburo has always had a gentle temperament, but now he has such a look, and his words are even colder.

Feng shi was too stunned, so he had no choice but to answer, not daring to say another word.

When it was midnight, He Ziyu, who had fed several bowls of medicine, still hadn't woken up.

Concubine Sun was so anxious that she pulled He Xiangshan and begged: "Master Lang, Lord Wulang is in a strange coma. Since the doctor can't cure it, why don't you ask the Taoist priest in Yunju Guanli to take a look."

"Yeah, it's good to try more methods." Song Shi also said.

He Xiangshan nodded: "Then send someone to invite him."

Yunjuguan is located outside Linchuan County, about [-] to [-] miles away from the city.

The people of Fuzhong rushed to the front and invited people to Fuzhong at sunset.

The Taoist priest, named Xuanwei, was the junior brother of Yunju Guan Guanzhu.There were two little Daoists beside him.

He Xiangshan and Song Shi hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Daoist Xuanwei."

Xuanwei saluted and said, "Master He, Mrs. He. The situation of Xiaolang-Jun in Lingfu has already been heard by Pindao on the way here. It's just that we need to see it with his own eyes to find out what's going on."

"Master, please." Song hurriedly brought people into the house.

Xuanwei stood in front of the bed and took a closer look at He Ziyu. He Ziyu's face was dark and yellow, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he had been ill for a long time.

He finally said something, reached out and pointed at He Ziyu's eyebrows, and then he was shocked.

The three souls and six souls are not in the body?

He couldn't help frowning slightly, took a step back, handed the whisk in his hand to the Taoist boy beside him, and took out a Sanqing bell from his sleeve.

Xuanwei took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and took a mysterious step.

The turning of his walking is like stepping on the Gangxing Dousu, which is the purest step in the Taoist school.

He recited the mantra in his mouth, and kept his footsteps. With his movements, the Sanqing bell in his hand began to ring in a hurry, and the whisk in Daotong's hand also moved with no wind.

Immediately afterwards, Xuanwei moved his hand slightly, threw out two yellow talismans from his sleeve, and walked towards He Ziyu on the bed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Huang Fu approached He Ziyu, he would spontaneously ignite without fire, turning into ashes and falling down.

He couldn't help but sigh, and he threw a few yellow talismans one after another, all of which were the same.

Is it so hard to get?

Xuanwei put away the instrument, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the yellow paper from his arms, bit his fingertips and squeezed out a drop of blood, painted a soul gathering talisman on it, and slapped it on He Ziyu's forehead.

Then continue casting.

A little bit of time passed, and Xuanwei's temples could not help oozing out fine beads of sweat, and the two Daotong boys stared at him closely, lest there should be a mistake.

Master went out to cast spells, and this time was the most difficult one.

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly rolled in front of the bed, blowing the curtains and whisks, and the beard under Xuan Wei's chin also began to mess up in the wind.

But after a while, the gust of wind suddenly disappeared, leaving only the talisman that had been pasted on He Ziyu's forehead, and fell to the ground lightly.

Xuanwei, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Daotong quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Master, can it be done?"

Xuanwei wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)