Uncle Yun watched from the side. Separated by Yun Bahe's tall back, he only knew that the old master was currently competing with the little miss.
He suddenly felt the old master's shoulders tremble slightly. Immediately after, Yun Bahe actually took a small step back!
"Old master?" Uncle Yun was shocked.
If Uncle Yun hadn't been standing so close to the old master, this step would have been almost negligible.
Even the onlookers at the side did not notice that step.
But this step caused Uncle Yun's expression to change.
He was forced to take a step back by Yun Sheng's needle?
That was Yun Bahe, the grand Martial Saint of Zhou State. Even when he faced off against the Martial Saint of Later Qin, Tian Quezi, who was also a Martial Saint, and the two fought fiercely for three days and three nights, the old master had never been forced to take even half a step back.
But now, the little miss had actually used a needle as light as an embroidery needle to force the old master to take a step back.
Uncle Yun stood at the side, looking at his old master with an almost uneasy expression.
Damn it, it hurts too much.
If he wasn't wearing a bamboo hat, Yun Bahe would have really embarrassed himself.
He grimaced in pain as the sweat on his forehead dripped down. His lips trembled and his tongue seemed to be tied into a knot, unable to move nimbly.
Yun Bahe was in so much pain that his liver felt like it was burning. Yun Sheng's needle was very strange. Its strength had penetrated directly into his body.
"Old … Are you alright?" Uncle Yun's voice brought Yun Bahe back to his senses.
Alright my ass … Yun Bahe cursed in his heart. At the same time, he was also suspicious. Could it be that there was really something wrong with his body?
This needle actually caused his hidden illness to flare up?
Yun Bahe, who had been shouting loudly a while ago, didn't have any of his temper now.
After holding it in for a long time, he finally squeezed out two words. "Prescribe medicine!"
"Medicine?" Uncle Yun was also shocked. The old master was really sick!
Uncle Yun immediately ran in front of Yun Sheng. "Little godly doctor, you just said that our Old … what illness did he have? Is there any medicine for it? "
Yun Sheng didn't even raise her eyebrows as she said indifferently, "Fortunately, we discovered it early. Go and grab some medicine that can clear the liver and relieve internal heat. You're not allowed to drink within three months. You can't get angry. Eat a light diet. In the future, you need to drink less and drink more."
Not drinking? Don't get angry? And a light diet?
For a master who was addicted to alcohol, who roared like a lion from Hedong every two to three days, and who had to have fish and meat for every meal, how could he live?
Uncle Yun's face stiffened as he looked at his master.
Unfortunately, Old Master's face was covered by the bamboo hat, so she couldn't see his expression clearly.
"Do it!" Yun Bahe was still convulsing from the pain in his liver. He knew that if he didn't do as he was told, his little granddaughter would never be able to relieve the heart-wrenching pain in his liver.
"That's a good patient." Yun Sheng smiled and gently pulled out the Four Seasons Glass Needle.
The pain was immediately relieved. Yun Bahe sucked in a mouthful of cold air and was about to look for Yun Sheng to settle the account.
After Uncle Yun took a few sets of medicine, he respectfully thanked Yun Sheng.
At this time, someone suddenly pointed at Uncle Yun and shouted, "Hey, isn't that the old housekeeper of the Martial Saint General's Mansion? He actually came to this shop for free medical treatment! "
Everyone's eyes fell on the old man wearing the bamboo hat who ordered Uncle Yun to take care of him.
It can't be, right? Could it be that this suspicious old man was the Martial Saint General?
But wasn't the Martial Saint General an old friend of the Medicine Emperor Pavilion's Wen Daguoshou? Moreover, a character like the Martial Saint General, if he was really sick, he must be treated by an Imperial Physician.
He actually came to visit the Little Ci Entang?
That's right, the Martial Saint General must have some shameful illness. He was too embarrassed to look for Wen Daguoshou, so he came to this small clinic to see a doctor!
Could it be that the Little Ci Entang could really see the illness that even the Medicine Emperor Pavilion couldn't see?
The imagination of the masses really had no lower limit.
Even the old housekeeper of the Martial Saint General's Mansion had to listen to the order to get medicine, then this person was …
Yun Bahe almost vomited two mouthfuls of blood.
He didn't dare to stay on Yun Sheng's bed any longer and immediately ran away as if he was running for his life.
Uncle Yun also awkwardly took the medicine and chased after his master.
"Wow, Yun Sheng, that old man just now couldn't be …?" Gufeng's gossipy soul was burning as he asked from the side, "Could it be that the old man really has some terminal illness?"
Gufeng had seen Yun Sheng use acupuncture before. Yun Sheng's acupuncture technique had never been seen before in the continent, but her acupuncture technique was very mysterious.
"It's not a big problem. He is a martial artist, so his body's foundation is good. But if he continues, it will damage his body. Those are all ordinary medicines used to detoxify the poison. As for that needle, it's because I pierced his liver acupoint. "Yun Sheng was well-versed in both Chinese and Western medicine.
The liver is one of the main organs of the human body. The liver acupoint is a saying in Chinese medicine. That place is actually the place with the most blood vessels and nerves in the liver.
When Yun Sheng used the needle with magic, the liver would be in severe pain. But it didn't cause any damage to the human body. Moreover, Yun Bahe's liver wasn't good, so Yun Sheng's needle was successful.
Yun Bahe's interference this time had brought about an unexpected effect.
Perhaps it was because the old housekeeper of the Martial Saint General's Mansion and the mysterious person suspected to be the Martial Saint General also came to the Little Ci Entang for treatment.
Perhaps it was because the queue of the Medicine Emperor Pavilion was too long. One after another, people began to move to the Little Ci Entang's free clinic.
Yun Sheng also received several patients one after another.
From afternoon to evening, Yunsheng had received a total of more than 20 guests. However, other than Yun Bahe, who was the first to arrive, most of the guests only had the most common cold, which did not reflect Yunsheng's medical skills at all.
When the sun was about to set, there was no one in front of the Little Ci Entang's shop.
Gufeng and the others also began to clean up the stall. In front of the Medicine Emperor Pavilion's shop, there were still dozens of patients waiting to see the doctor.
Cheng Sihai impatiently looked at the volunteer medical team in front of him.
This time, if it wasn't to attack the Little Ci Entang, he really wouldn't be willing to accept such a volunteer medical treatment.
The volunteer medical treatment was a thankless task. It was just to gain a good reputation.
After a day, Cheng Sihai was already tired. He wasn't a martial artist, nor was he a magician. His physical strength had long been exhausted.
"Qitian, I'll leave the rest of the people to you." Cheng Sihai glanced at the queue, yawned, and was about to get up.
At this time, a patient rushed out from the back of the queue. "Doctor Cheng, I came to see you for treatment. Please help me!"
The person who spoke was a man of about 30 years old, accompanied by a peasant woman. Both of them had big hands and feet. Their clothes were rough. At first glance, one could see that they came from a poor family.
Standing in the crowd for most of the afternoon, the husband and wife's lips were dry. They were sweating profusely and had an anxious look on their face.
They were afraid that Cheng Sihai would really leave, so they blocked Cheng Sihai's way.
Cheng Sihai was somewhat unhappy, but under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he had to take back his steps.
