5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 35 The Lost Medical Skill
Bai Qingsong screamed while looking at it, unable to control his expression, seeing that rare and extinct medicinal material made his heart tremble.

"God, genius doctor, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Fang Yun couldn't stand anymore, and pulled him softly.

Didn't he say he would find an opportunity to severely humiliate Jiang Ling?Why did you just exaggerate?It's a genius, it's a god, my God, what the hell is it doing!

Bu Feiyan sat in the medicine barrel, also looking surprised.

She knew how arrogant this genius doctor Bai was. Grandpa Bu Zhenyun had said all sorts of good things to invite him over.

But this genius doctor was like a curious child in front of Jiang Ling, screaming every time he saw something, as if he had never seen it before, as for what.

"This, this is!"

Looking at it, he suddenly yelled in shock and almost fell to the ground.

"Doctor Bai, what's wrong with you?" Fang Yun supported him depressed.

"I didn't realize that technique before. This is the Hunyuan hand that has been lost for thousands of years. When processing herbs, it is extremely fast but not dusty. It is a perfect match."

There was a storm in his heart.

To put it bluntly, Hunyuan Hand is actually a method of processing medicinal materials, which represents an extreme, even if it is mixed with thousands of prescriptions at the same time, it can be efficient and keep the purity of medicinal materials.

There are many lost medical skills, Hunyuan hand is one of them, Bai Qingsong did not expect to be able to see it on a student, what a mistake!
After watching Jiang Ling's entire dispensing process, Bai Qingsong was convinced, and the arrogance on his face dissipated, and he looked at Jiang Ling in surprise:
"Little brother, who is your teacher?"

"I don't have a teacher." Jiang Ling soaked the prepared medicine into the medicine bucket, allowing Feiyan's body to absorb it.

"No teacher?" Bai Qingsong raised his beard, "Impossible, without a teacher, how did you learn your Hunyuan hand?"

"Hunyuan hand?" Jiang Ling smiled slightly, "I taught myself."

In fact, these are all in his memory. He unsealed this part of his memory a long time ago. He also traveled and practiced medicine during the Three Kingdoms period, and accepted a disciple named Hua Tuo.

"Self-study?" Bai Qingsong opened his mouth wide enough to swallow an egg.

"You want to learn? I'll teach you." Jiang Ling smiled brightly at him.

"Ah? No, no, how can I learn from you." Bai Qingsong quickly refused.

In the medical field, if you learn medicine from others, it is equivalent to apprenticeship. If Bai Qingsong, a dignified doctor, wants to worship a student as a teacher, he will feel embarrassed.

"It's a pity. It's rare for me to see someone as talented and intelligent as you. You can see the proportion and efficacy just by watching me dispensing medicine."

Jiang Ling shook his head slightly: "My words still count. Come to me whenever you want to learn. In addition to Hunyuan hand, I can also fix longan, divide acupuncture points to suppress pulse and finger, 28 bridges and sky-climbing Yin and other lost medical skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately scolded by Fang Yun.

"Jiangling, how the hell are you talking to the genius doctor? What are you, what are you pretending to be, and you can make up 28 bridges to climb the sky. You can make it up. The doctor Bai is the Taishan Beidou in the medical world. You brag in front of him? Really? Don't be ashamed."

However, Bai Qingsong was so excited that his body trembled, and he stared at Jiang Ling in disbelief: "You know all those things? If you know these unique skills, even the dead can be saved!"

"No, if the three souls of heaven and man are scattered and two souls are scattered, ordinary medical skills will not be able to save the life." Jiang Ling shook his head.

Like Yu Hongchang, if he just died, Jiang Ling can revive him only with medical skills. Of course, the brain cannot be damaged. If the brain tissue is damaged, even if he is revived, he will be a vegetable.

"Little brother, I take back those rude words before, admire, admire."

Bai Qingsong felt ashamed of himself, the short talk with Jiang Ling felt like he was discussing Taoism, it was hearty and enlightening.

"The divine doctor you..."

Fang Yun's face turned dark on the side. This is not according to the script. Didn't he agree to mock Jiang Ling? Why does the genius doctor keep praising him?After these few words, Fang Yun's face was almost smashed!

Bu Zhenyun could also see the gods from the sidelines. He had the impression that Doctor Bai was very aloof, and now he actually said something like "I'm ashamed" to a young man.

Jiang Ling calmly put all the medicinal ingredients into the medicine barrel one by one: "You are wearing clothes, the medicinal effects cannot be absorbed, and you will take off your clothes later."

"What are you talking about!" Fang Yun grabbed Jiang Ling's collar in anger.

"Don't be unreasonable." Bu Zhenyun stared and stopped Fang Yun.

But Fang Yun refused to give up, pointing at Jiang Ling and yelling, "Have you ever done such a thing before?"

"Well, you'll know if you ask Bu Feiyan." Jiang Ling smiled.

"Let's talk about it later, don't get me wrong." Bu Feiyan glanced at Jiang Ling, his face turned red.

asshole!

Fang Yun clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress his anger.

But at this time, Bai Qingsong didn't know what it smelled, and suddenly exclaimed: "This strange fragrance, it must be it!"

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Ling in shock.

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, and nodded slightly at him.

It seems that he still smelled it out. After knowing Bai Qingsong's identity, Jiang Ling knew that sooner or later he would discover the breaking fruit.

"No way, you even have this?" Bai Qingsong no longer knew what to think of Jiang Ling.

"what?"

Fang Yun and Bu Zhenyun were all puzzled.

"Come with me, I have a basement in my house, you will find out if you go down with me and have a look." Jiang Ling waved at Bai Qingsong.

Fang Yun also followed, but was stopped by Jiang Ling: "You can't come down, only Bai Qingsong can follow me to the basement."

"Tch, I'm so rare," Fang Yun said with a cold expression, "It's a garbage basement, what's there to see, maybe it's potatoes and cabbage, it's embarrassing."

Bu Zhenyun didn't say anything, because Jiang Ling gave him too much surprise, this time he took a wait-and-see attitude towards the things in the basement.

Not long after, Jiang Ling came out of the basement with Bai Qingsong.

Bai Qingsong's complexion was stiff and his eyes were dull. After he came out, he froze in place for a long time, unable to recover.

Incredible, miraculous, divine, fairyland, he no longer knows what words to use to describe his inner feelings.

He will never forget the scene he saw in the basement.

At this time, Jiang Ling closed the basement door and patted him on the shoulder: "Come to me if you figure it out. You can use whatever you want in the basement."

"Ah?" Bai Qingsong was even more confused.

Fang Yun couldn't stand it anymore, and asked Jiang Ling sharply what exactly he showed Doctor Bai, and why he was so dumbfounded.

Jiang Ling ignored him, glanced at Bu Zhenyun, and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Mr. Bu, last time I said I would send you a few sets of porcelain, but I haven't sent them yet. I've been busy lately and forgot about it. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, just forget it." Bu Zhenyun shook his head, not taking it seriously at all.

"No, I will do what I say."

With that said, Jiang Ling walked to the dining table and picked up a bowl for eating: "Do you like the pattern on this?"

Before Bu Zhenyun could make a sound, Fang Yun took the first step and shouted: "Jiangling, what do you mean? What do you want to do with this broken bowl?"

Jiang Ling smiled slightly: "I didn't talk to you, I was asking Mr. Bu Zhenyun."

Immediately afterwards, he picked up a plate with vegetables: "This kind of pattern is also pretty, and it's different from the pattern on that bowl. Let's see which one you like."

"Ah?" Bu Zhenyun was also a little depressed. Although the patterns on the dishes were full and bright, there were unfinished sauerkraut and beans in the bowls. These were clearly the dishes Jiangling usually used for eating.

He even suspected that Jiang Ling was playing tricks on him.

And Jiang Ling noticed Bu Zhenyun's expression, and immediately understood: "You misunderstood, I am not giving you this set of used dishes, I still have brand new and unused dishes at home, but there are several patterns. See which one you like."

While talking, Jiang Ling washed the dishes in the sink.

"This is a special offering from the official kiln during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. There are patterns printed on the inside of the dishes. Wait a minute. I'll wash the dishes for you to see."

Watching Jiangling flushing the water to wash the dishes, Fang Yun's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out the water.

"Are you fucking enough, bowls that cost a few dollars each, what kind of antiques are in them, shit!"

Fang Yun was so angry that he picked up the dishes by the sink and smashed them all.

In an instant, a breaking sound resounded throughout the room.

Hearing this voice, Bu Zhenyun frowned, his face changed slightly.

Jiang Ling glanced at the fragments on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Mr. Bu, listen to this sound, is it fragile?"

(End of this chapter)