In the latter words, Ximen Chuchu seemed embarrassed to say, and Duan Shaojun could guess that this guy spoke like a hooligan and fought like a bandit, and he was unwilling to accept him as a disciple, maybe he felt too embarrassed to dream of the great monk.

"Bad guy, why are you standing still? Not yet to come and help. Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but sigh when he saw Duan Shaojun touching his chin there with a wicked smile. Looking back and smiling, although he did not smile, Ximen Chuchu's graceful and graceful posture added to the charm.

Although Duan Shaojun doesn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, his girlfriend is from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, otherwise, where would he go to get those prescriptions that don't fall? Therefore, with Ximen Chuchu sorting out the medicinal materials and placing the medicine box there, it didn't take much effort to do it well. From time to time, I quarrel with the beautiful girl Ximen Chuchu, listen to her clear song like a yellow warbler, and her charming face, it is really a beautiful thing.

The old monk who dreamed of confusion would always quietly cast his gaze when he had no leisure for the patient, his deep gaze flickered, and he didn't know what this old guy was thinking, but whenever he saw Ximen Chuchu's cheerful and busy figure, the doting and kindness in his eyes could not be erased.

As it approached noon, Brother Beast was already so busy that his neat clothes were about to be kneaded into sauerkraut. However, although this guy has a bitter gourd face, his hands and feet have not been slow, and he is in full swing carrying this end and that.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a commotion outside the pharmacy, and there were also exclamations and shouts from people. Everyone in the hall couldn't help but be stunned. I saw that the beast brother Gui, who had just carried firewood out, came back, and his voice roared like thunder. "Something happened, someone was injured by a tiger, and it was about to be delivered to the door."

"Someone, quickly prepare hot water cloth strips, and Jinchuang medicine." The great monk Huo Ran got up, straightened his face and commanded loudly.

I saw that those bald heads who were originally slow suddenly moved quickly, and in a short time, I saw a few people carrying the door panel and breaking in with a panicked face, and a large group of men and women were gathered behind them, crying and screaming one after another.

The wounded body was covered in mud and dust, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale, but at that time he groaned and whispered from time to time, as if to prove that the man was alive, and his right arm and legs were wrapped in strips of cloth, wrapped in blood, and from time to time dripped to the ground along the gap in the door panel.

The abbot of the dream moved forward with a serious face, stretched out his hand and touched the pulse, and while instructing his disciples to untie the wounds that had been wrapped, he saw a hideous wound on each leg. One of the disciples couldn't help but gasp. "Such a ferocious tiger, it actually bites like this."

"It's not a bite, it's a claw blow." Duan Shaojun rudely interrupted the monk's judgment. When he got closer, he opened the eyelids of the wounded, felt the artery in his neck, and then carefully examined the wound on the leg.

A few bald heads were about to speak with disgruntled expressions, but they were stopped by the dream abbot who took the pulse. "Duan Gongzi, this person has lost too much blood and has a weak pulse, I'm afraid it's ...... I don't know if Childe has a way to live? ”

"If he is saved urgently, he should be able to live, but then it depends on his luck." Duan Shaojun raised his head and looked at the abbot of Mengfu, and said solemnly.

"In that case, then ask Childe to use the means." After the old eyes narrowed by the abbot of the dream and looked at Duan Shaojun for a while, he said solemnly.

"I'm tired of getting me a basin of warm boiled water, and a big bowl of warm boiled water, and I also need to take a pound of refined salt or fine salt to ......" Duan Shaojun was not polite, and began to roll up his sleeves without raising his head.

First, I washed the wound with water and saw the blood slowly oozing from the wound. Duan Shaojun breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, it didn't hurt the artery."

"Duan Gongzi, salt and boiling water have been brought, what should I do?" Ximen Chuchu took a salt shaker and carried a bowl of boiling water, urging his brother to bring a basin of warm boiled water, and then asked Duan Shaojun.

"How much does this basin weigh?" After Duan Shaojun first estimated the weight of about two catties of water, he asked a monk to take a small scale of the medicine, weighed one or two salts and poured them into the bowl.

"This basin of water is about twelve catties." Brother Beast seems to carry a lot of heavy objects, and he can roughly guess the weight of the things in his hands.

Hearing this, he took six taels of salt and poured it into the basin and stirred it evenly, Duan Shaojun first shook the injured person awake, handed the big bowl of salt water to him and shouted. "If you want to save your life, drink this water quickly."

The wounded man heard this in a daze, and began to swallow with great difficulty, regardless of what was handed to his mouth.

After carefully cleaning the wound on his left leg, Duan Shaojun took the needle and thread soaked in salt water. This sharp sewing needle had already been lightly pinched into a half-moon arc by the fingers of the beast brothers. Put on the thread. He began to sew the wound of the injured man who had already drunk the water, and everyone around him couldn't help but gasp.

Even the wounded who had fallen asleep again woke up in pain, but they were still screaming and wailing when they were held down by those monks.

At this moment, the abbot of Mengfu took the silver needle handed by the disciple, and the needle flew like a fly, and after a while, after more than a dozen silver needles were inserted into the patient's chest and head, the original struggle was so that several monks could not suppress the injury, as if he had inhaled anesthetic, and it seemed to pass out in less than a minute, but his hands and feet were still twitching from time to time, proving that he was still alive.

"Acupuncture anesthesia?" Duan Shaojun's eyes couldn't help but widen, and after reaching out and touching the patient's carotid artery, he turned his face to look at this hidden old guy, he didn't expect him to have such a hand.

However, now was not the time to be surprised, Duan Shaojun quickly focused on the patient's injuries and began to get busy.

The abbot stared at Duan Shaojun with his eyes, both a little curious and thoughtful, and watched Duan Shaojun deal with the wounds with great familiarity, the three wounds on his legs and right arm, from detoxification and debridement to the completion of stitches, it actually took less than a quarter and a half hours.

And those injured relatives who were crying and the onlookers were suspicious from the beginning, but with Duan Shaojun's quick and quick movements, they gradually turned into respect. At least, they have never seen this kind of means. Looking at the injured patient, although his face was still pale and his breath was short, he knew that the patient's condition had not deteriorated when he saw that the master of Dream Confusion was like a needle in the sea.

Duan Shaojun stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a sigh. The great monk who had always seemed to close his eyes and lowered his eyebrows to check the pulse, but in fact, he had a full view of Duan Shaojun's every move, slowly withdrew his hand to take the pulse. "The pulse is steady, although it can't be called majestic and powerful, but it has been smooth and calm......"

"Does the master mean that my son is saved?" An old man with gray hair wiped away his tears and said with some trepidation.

"It's only temporary, and if there is no inflammation in the next ten days, then it's okay. By the way, great monk, do you have any anti-inflammatory formula? Duan Shaojun looked at the old man's words and set his eyes on the dream.

"Anti-inflammatory? You mean on fire? The abbot couldn't help but be stunned, and asked cautiously, he still had doubts about whether Duan Shaojun really knew how to use medical skills, but now after seeing Duan Shaojun's quick and fast technique, and being able to use the needle and thread used by the woman to sew the skin so neatly, the old guy has completely believed that Duan Shaojun does have a few brushes.

Duan Shaojun rolled his eyes speechlessly, rubbed his eyebrows, and tried to recall. “…… That's probably what it means, like what kind of honeysuckle, dandelion, and other heat-clearing and detoxifying drugs you prescribe for him. ”

"The old man understands, so he will prescribe it." The abbot nodded suddenly, took the pen and paper handed by the disciple, and finished in one go. He handed the prescription to the disciple on the side to grab the medicine.

"Bad guy, so you really know how to heal." Ximen Chuchu looked at Duan Shaojun with a complicated expression, his methods were indeed very different from his profound medical skills of the monk uncle. But it is quite methodical, and the injury that was bitten by a fierce beast and is very tricky in the eyes of the monk and uncle is rejuvenated by the wonderful hand. This shows that perhaps his means of saving himself that day should not be a hooligan, but ......

"You're finally convinced that I'm a doctor and not a hooligan?" Duan Shaojun shook his head coquettishly, raised his eyebrows and smiled.