Master of the city

"Hello! What are you doing! "

Seeing Zhang Fan's action, the female professor immediately exclaimed. As a professor of Medical College, even if she despises traditional Chinese medicine, she knows some basic acupoints. Jianjing has nothing to do with angina pectoris, and Zhang Fan's manipulation is not acupuncture at all!

"Don't beep if you don't understand!" Zhang Fan turned around and gave the woman a hard look. The anger in her eyes made the female professor step back. At that moment, she seemed to go back to her student days. During her internship, she made random suggestions about the patient's condition. At that time, her bad tempered tutor said the same thing.

After Zhang Fan scolded him, he quickly inserted the silver needle into the Jianjing acupoint on the other side of the old man and picked it up. At the same time of picking up the tip of the needle, the old man's whole body twitched.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand to clasp the old man's pulse and measured his pulse. His heart hanging in his throat finally fell back to his stomach.

The old man's pulse strength began to rise and stabilized. He opened the old man's eyelids and looked at the white of his eyes. The cyan that had been covered in the white of his eyes began to fade away gradually. Zhang Fanchang took a breath, and just a little bit of risky moves were really funny.

Old man's angina, even if there is a defibrillator, temporarily wake him up, it is only a temporary cure, not a permanent cure. The root is the evil spirit that infects him.

Since ancient times, it's hard for doctors to separate their families. A good feng shui master must know the art of Qihuang, and a really good Chinese medicine must learn some of the life principles of Feng Shui.

The opposite of Yin evil Qi is Yang Qi. Human body has the function of producing Yang Qi. The old people often say that there are three kinds of Yang fire on the top of the head and on the shoulders. In fact, this position can be more accurate, that is, Baihui Point on the top of the head and Jianjing point on the shoulders.

The name of Baihui means that the Yang Qi of the three yang meridians of hand and foot and the governor vessel meet here. This acupoint is located at the top of the head of a person, at the highest place of a person, so the Yang Qi uploaded by each meridian of the human body meets here, so it is named Baihui. Jianjing acupoint is one of the common acupoints of the gallbladder meridian of foot Shaoyang. The Qi and blood of Yangwei meridian and the Qi and blood of Tianluo acupoint of hand Shaoyang meridian absorb heat and ascend into the acupoint, so this acupoint is also the meeting of Yangwei of hand Shaoyang.

Just now Zhang Fan's technique is called Yang picking lamp in Yang Gong Mi Lu. Through the strong stimulation of Jianjing acupoint, the body can produce a lot of Yang Qi. Under the attack of a lot of Yang Qi, the external Yin evil Qi can't survive in the body for a long time, and is gradually discharged from the body.

Seeing the purple on the old man's lips gradually dissipate, Zhang Fan twisted the silver needle inserted on the acupoint a few times, and then heard a long breath of "Er -" and the old man on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

"Grandfather, you wake up at last!" The girl on one side wept with joy and was about to jump on the old man. Fortunately, the female professor grabbed her with quick eyes and hands. The silver needle had not been pulled out yet. If she jumped on it like this, she couldn't pierce it all.

"I, what's wrong with me? It's warm and comfortable. Young man, did you give me the needle? " Seeing Zhang Fan Pull out the silver needles, the old man shakes his shoulders and sits up from the ground.

"Yes, sir, how are you feeling now? Is it still painful? " Zhang Fan took the old man's arm to help him up from the ground, but he was in pain. He was just busy saving people, but he didn't notice that when he came up and down, the blisters on his buttocks and thighs had been worn by his clothes for several times. When he relaxed, the pain came up.

"No, it's OK. Thank you, young man." The old man took Zhang Fan's hand and said thanks.

Zhang Fan found that the old man was different from other old people on the street. He's over 70 years old, but he doesn't feel old. He stands up straight.

He took another look at the old man's face and found that there was a touch of blood killing gas hidden between the old man's eyebrows. This kind of gas was different from the evil spirit. It was because he had killed many people that he could get infected with it.

Looking at the scars on his body, the old man should have been a soldier, but this is a bit wrong. As the old saying goes, ghosts are afraid of the wicked. It's very difficult for the Qi of Yin evil to invade the people who bear the Qi of blood killing, unless the Qi of Yin evil is different.

"You're welcome. Now that you've met him, there's no reason why you don't care. I'll give you a prescription later. You can take some medicine according to the prescription. Now it's better... " Zhang Fan hesitated a little, and then he continued: "can you take me to your house? I don't think it's your fault that you have this attack. "

"Big brother, what does that mean? I'm not angry, Grandpa Next to the girl will be wrong, immediately toot up a small mouth, it looks really cute.

"No, I didn't say you were angry. I mean, there may be something wrong with Fengshui in the old man's house. I want to see it. "

"The magic wand." Standing next to the female professor gnashing her teeth, is very dissatisfied with the extrusion of these two words. In her opinion, Zhang Fan's ability to wake up the old man is not that great of traditional Chinese medicine at all. It is mostly because their previous first aid alleviated the old man's condition. He picked the old man's Jianjing point with a needle and pricked the old man again. Then he woke up.

Zhang Fangen didn't care about that woman. In his opinion, she was unreasonable."Young man, you saved my old man. It's OK to go to my house, but you don't think I'm the cause of my illness? Where should it be? Can someone poison me, old man

"It's hard to say. Maybe there is something wrong with some ornaments at home, or the geomantic omen of the house itself. I'd like to see what's wrong, or I won't save you for nothing? " What Zhang Fan said was solid, but people around him began to talk again.

"I didn't hear you wrong, did the boy say Feng Shui?"

"I'm kidding. Don't be a fortune teller under the bridge."

"Don't tease me. The fortune teller has a beard. At his age, I don't think he can understand the book of changes."

"That's right. I don't think the old man was saved by him. It must have been saved by a female professor. He picked up a bargain."

For these people's murmurs, Zhang Fan did not pay attention to them. All the people's opinions are heartbreaking. What's the result of the argument? Now it depends on the old man's own nature. If we don't solve the source of the evil spirit, Zhang Fan dares to conclude that the old man can't live for more than a month.

Looking at Zhang Fan's calm and normal expression, the old man suddenly laughed, "good boy, when Liu Changwei joined the army to fight against the Americans, it was the same as you now. People said that he couldn't go to the battlefield, and he couldn't come back. It's bullshit. The old man didn't live well. On the contrary, he said that I couldn't come back. The graveyard was very high. Let's go back with the old man and have a look. "

Zhang Fan was also very happy when the old man said this, and immediately agreed. But he was stopped by the female professor before he stepped.

"Why, beauty, you western medicine can't save people, and now you won't let me go?"

The female professor is very beautiful, full of mature women's intellectual beauty, but now Zhang Fan is more and more disgusted with her.

"western medicine can save people, but you has the final say." Hearing Zhang Fan questioning her profession, the female professor's face became colder. "I didn't say I wouldn't let you go. What about my students' feet?" She pointed to Li Shuai who was still sitting on the ground.

"He?" Zhang Fan sneered, "if you believe in traditional Chinese medicine, pull out the needle on his leg and have a rest for a minute or two. If you don't believe it, according to your western medicine, I don't care what you do." With that, Zhang Fan took the old man's arm and left without looking back. Only the symbolic bow of the girl gave her a thank you.

"Bah! Dead swindlers, you Chinese medicine are a group of swindlers! " Looking at Zhang Fan's back, a silver tooth of the female professor was almost broken.

Liu Changwei, the old man, was a veteran who had participated in the war against rice and helped Korea. After the end of the war, he did not retire, but remained in the army. When he retired, he was already in the rank of colonel.

He said that Zhang Fan is a young man with vigor and energy, which reminds him of those comrades who carried guns to the battlefield together.

The veterans who have really been on the battlefield are not only proud of their comrades in arms, but also somewhat gloomy. Because some of those friends who get along with each other day and night never come back from the battlefield.

The place where the old man lives is called Rongguang community. Even Zhang Fan, who is a real estate agent, has never heard of this community. After the taxi arrived, Zhang Fan realized that this community is unusual.

Rongguang community is not in the city, but in the suburbs. There are no high-rise buildings, single family villas in qingyishuier, and even a few small courtyards with blue brick houses.

Of course, this does not mean that the people living in it are poor, but they have a special identity. The guards at the gate of the community are not security guards in gray uniforms, but real soldiers.

Taxis are not allowed to enter the community. Three people get out of the car and walk inside. Zhang Fan finds that the community is really empty. Many villas are not popular at all. Obviously, they have been uninhabited for a long time. However, the lawn in front of the villa is neatly trimmed. It is obvious that someone takes care of it regularly.

It's more like a temporary place to stay on holiday than a residence.

"Old man, do you usually live here?" Zhang Fan looked back at the front door of the community, frowning all the time.

One street away from Rongguang community is Jiangzhou martyrs' cemetery, where all the martyrs who died for their country during the war are buried. Many of Mr. Liu's comrades who died at the gunpoint of the American people should also be buried here.

"Yes, when they joined the army, they agreed to be brothers all their lives. As a result, some of them left early and slept here. Brothers have this life and no afterlife. Before I go to report to them, I can only live here and spend more time with my brothers. "