Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 158 Chapter 157 Politeness and arrogance! (two more)
Facing Lin Bei's questioning, the middle-aged man's face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally he sighed a long time: "Cure, waste of money, if I don't cure it, I will never have a chance to break through the Dragon Vein Realm. What can I do!"

His tone was sour, it was hard to imagine that this was the words of a martial artist with full vitality and blood.

A warrior with perfect qi and blood, the meridians are unimpeded, and all diseases are not invaded!

But it is obvious that he is not sick, but the hidden wound left by fighting with warriors in the past!
This kind of dark injury has missed the best treatment period and is extremely difficult to cure, so the medicinal materials required for treatment are also more expensive.

But this is obviously abnormal. Although it is difficult to cure, it is not a terminal illness after all. Lin Bei uses the spirit of ginseng and the combination of medicinal materials. Although it takes some time, it can indeed be cured!
Lin Bei didn't believe it. In the entire Linjiang County, there wasn't a single doctor who had cultivated true qi of the healing department.

Taking a step back, even if this is the case, there is still a good chance of a cure with pure drug treatment.

Although Lin Bei's medical skills are quite high, they will not surpass the level of the entire Linjiang County.

He didn't believe that there wasn't a single doctor in Linjiang County who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

For these situations, Lin Bei already had an answer in his heart.

"It's better to get the alchemy secrets first, then I won't be a doctor..."

Lin Bei's goal has not changed, and nothing has happened anyway.

"I will heal your injuries now, relax your body and mind, and be irresistible!"

Lin Bei put his hand on the opponent's wrist again and exhorted.

He mobilized the true qi of the spiritual ginseng, and slowly poured it into the middle-aged man's body along his fingers.

"Really!"

The middle-aged man showed a genuine look, did not resist, and let the true energy flow into the body along the meridians.

He had inquired clearly before coming here, and he had heard that Dr. Lin Fan had cultivated true qi of the healing department, so he acted calmly at the moment.

But for this visit to seek medical consultation, it touches a little more expectation.

As the light blue true energy entered his body, a feeling like a clear spring flowing spread, and his dark wounds began to show signs of itching.

As time passed, the tingling feeling gradually intensified, and it became like being eaten by an ant colony, which made people have to endure it.

The lesion was elicited and healed to a certain extent!
After a long illness and becoming a doctor, the eyes of the middle-aged man brighten, and his heart has greater hope.

"Could it be that my dark wound can really be healed this time..."

The middle-aged man couldn't help getting excited.

This dark injury has trapped him for countless ages, and kept him stuck at the fullness of Qi and blood, unable to advance to the Dragon Vein Realm at all!

If he recovers from his dark wounds, he might have a chance to be promoted!
How can this not make him not excited!
Lin Bei frowned slightly, and said: "Calm your mind, cooperate with the treatment, and don't get excited!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

About half a cup of tea time.

Lin Bei let go of his fingers, spread out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down a prescription for him to go to the backyard to get the medicine.

Opening a medical clinic, Lin Bei certainly couldn't do it alone, and it would not cost a lot of money to hire a few medicine boys.

Especially the medical clinics are so popular that sometimes they don’t even need to pay wages, and a lot of people line up to send their children in to do odd jobs, just to learn some superficial medical skills.

If you don't have money to learn martial arts, then study medicine!
With successful medical skills and a lot of money, it is not impossible to practice martial arts.

Even so, it is usually difficult to take care of both, and neither medical skills nor martial arts can reach a high level.

But for those who have no money to learn martial arts, how can they care about this.

Watching the middle-aged warrior go to grab the medicine, Lin Bei continued to diagnose the disease.

But before he put his hand on the patient's wrist, he suddenly found two more people entering the hospital.

The momentum of these two people is obviously different from ordinary people.

One had bruises all over his face, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there was still a trace of bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He looked very embarrassed.

The other person's eyes are unruly, his hands are crossed over his chest, the collar of his clothes is open casually, he looks sloppy, his neck is slightly crooked, and he looks extremely arrogant.

When the two entered the door, the embarrassed man glanced at Lin Bei who was sitting in the clinic, and then at the three or four people in line.

He hesitated for a moment, and chose to line up.

Just standing at the end of the line, he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

His eyes were tired and weak, his body bent unconsciously, and he spread his palms, only to see the blood on them was scarlet and glaring.

But he kept panting, and glanced at the unruly man. There was hatred, fear, unwillingness, and pleading in his eyes, which were extremely complicated.

"Fang Chang, the helmsman of the Hong Gang!"

The patients in line were all startled. They glanced at the unruly man, then quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze, and subconsciously moved forward.

"That's Zeng Cang, he's from out of town. Recently, I heard that he offended Fang Chang for some reason!"

One of the patients was well-informed and murmured to his companion, and the two moved a few steps forward again to distance themselves from the embarrassed man.

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages!
Lin Bei glanced at the two of them and didn't understand what happened, but he didn't care too much. He continued to put his hand on the patient's wrist and began to diagnose the disease.

It was cold in the deep sky, and although there were doors and windows to block the cold wind, the air conditioner still made people feel chilly.

Several patients were in poor health, all tightly wrapped in their robes, stomping their feet lightly to move their bodies.

Only Zeng Cang was seriously injured, shivering with cold, coughing a few times from time to time, coughing up a puddle of blood every time, and even spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow" afterwards.

He shook his head, feeling a little fuzzy in consciousness.

"Oh, brother Zeng, you have to hold on! I have gone to several medical clinics with you. How could it be such a coincidence that you met an assassin... Fortunately, I was passing by, otherwise , your life can’t be saved!”

Fang Chang sneered, his eyes were playful, and seeing Zeng Cang crumbling and dying, he laughed heartily.

"Assassin...the assassin is you! Stop pretending here..."

Zeng Cang gritted his teeth in hatred, but unfortunately he was injured so badly that he didn't even have the strength to yell at him.

"Huh? You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. We are facing each other in court. If I were the assassin, wouldn't you be slandering the Yamen?"

Fang Chang's expression was exaggerated: "You don't have any proof, so don't talk nonsense, so my lord will send you to the medical clinic for treatment, haha, hahaha..."

As he spoke, he laughed out loud.

Listening to the laughter, Lin Bei frowned slightly, feeling a little noisy.

But before he could open his mouth to stop the other party's noise, Fang Chang had already strode towards Lin Bei.

The four or five patients lined up along the way retreated in unison to allow him to pass.

The corner of Fang Chang's mouth curled into a smug smile, and he walked straight to Lin Bei.

He glanced at Lin Bei, tilted his neck, and said curiously: "Have you never seen you? New here?"

Lin Bei glanced at him, but continued to feel his pulse without saying a word.

Fang Chang was not annoyed, he just stood with his arms folded and waited, completely different from Jie Ao who came in earlier.

After Lin Bei let go of his fingers, he filled out a prescription.

Only then did Fang Chang say: "I am Fang Chang, the leader of the Hong Gang. I don't know how to call him?"

Seeing that he was still polite to him, Lin Bei said indifferently: "I'm Xia Lin Fan, I don't know Fang Ruozhu's visit, what's your business?"

"So it's Dr. Lin, I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

Fang Chang grinned. Although he was full of hooliganism, he was still polite to Lin Bei, giving people a sense of contradiction.

He pointed to Zeng Cang, who was at the end of the line, and said with a smile: "This man has an incurable disease, and he has gone to several medical clinics. I am kind enough to come here to let you know, lest he cannot be cured and let him die here. The medical hall will ruin Dr. Lin's medical skills!"

Lin Bei squinted at him, knowing that this person was talking nonsense!
(End of this chapter)