Wang Zheng looked at the monk and was able to escape from so many men in black. His martial arts must be quite good, and this person didn't look like a bad person.

However, those men in black, one or two covered their faces. If they were chasing the Qin criminals, there was no need to cover them.

Wang Zheng shook his head, he was just trying to detach this monk.

Then Wang Zheng sat at the desk and began to read some books and materials.

He wants to find the name of the poison in his body. Only in this way can he prescribe the right medicine.

The poison in his body has not been cured, so why should he treat people? So he began to study and must cure the disease.

"The five-shaped acupuncture diagram of human body?" Wang Zheng looked at the title of the book, and didn't know where the ancient Wang Zheng got the book, which was very old.

He looked around casually and saw that the various acupuncture points of the human body inside were clearly marked, but some acupuncture points were not correct, so he just took the name of the acupuncture point there.

But Wang Zheng knew that he had read some important acupoints in this book, after all, he had read the version of this book after countless modifications and memorized it.

Seeing that there was no useful information, he put it down, and finally his eyes fell on an antique bamboo slip beside him.

This bamboo slip seems to have not been rubbed into a paper version of the book.

He opened the bamboo slips and spread a strong smell of medicine inside. He blew the dust on it and murmured: "The text on this bamboo slip?"

He did not know this font, nor did he know which dynasty it was from, but he knew two words.

"The "Dian Jing"? Isn't this a difficult and complicated book of the miraculous doctor Bian Que?" Wang Zheng was shocked. Could it be that this bamboo slip is the "Dian Jing"?

He heard Wang Dengke say that this "Daily Classic" is now what the "Daily Classic" is now, the things that the imperial physician, and even the imperial physician want to look for. Could it be that he was so lucky that he found it in his room?

Wang Zheng couldn't believe it, but he was sure that if this bamboo slip was not "Daily Jing", it would have to be related to "Daily Jing".

After all, the "Daily Classic" records many cases, which are divided into various diseases, and can even detach the poison in Wang Zheng's body.

With this hope, Wang Zheng put the bamboo slips in place and prepared to rub them, and then went to find someone to identify some of the contents in it. It was really the content of "Difficult Classic". Then Wang Zheng would make great progress in medical skills.

Although he has a certain understanding of medical skills, his knowledge is also very narrow and his knowledge is very limited.

After he sorted out the books again, he began to take his pulse.

What he has to do is whether he can judge the toxin condition in his body through pulse trauma.

After a long time, there was no reaction.

Wang Zheng was depressed and it was really hard to judge for his treatment.

Then he went to take the monk's pulse.

"The middle qi is insufficient, and the upper body breathes slowly, and it seems that the body is weak."

You can tell the reputation after taking your pulse for a while. If you take your pulse, you can't tell any bird.

"Forget it, I'll try to give myself another needle?" So he took out a set of silver needles.

After disinfection, he pierced three acupoints in his palm.

"It hurts so much." Wang Zheng was shocked. It wasn't it very simple for him to stab others, and it didn't hurt? How could he use himself to experiment? It hurts so much.

He was puzzled.

Then he smiled foolishly: "I am really sick, what are you doing to give yourself an injection?"

So he looked at the monk and prepared to take the monk to conduct an experiment.

He wanted to practice acupuncture.

This is also the first step in assessing famous doctors. If the acupuncture is not well-organized, how can you become a famous doctor?

"Monkey, do you want to recover faster?" Wang Zheng asked. Looking at the monk lying down and closing his eyes, he began to take the monk's pulse carefully again.

The monk seemed to be asleep at this moment.

So Wang Zheng carefully checked his condition and prepared to treat the monk with acupuncture, hoping to cure the trauma as soon as possible.

At the same time, this is also the fastest way to improve acupuncture techniques.

"Have you bear it." Wang Zheng said. The reason he was able to acupuncture was because it was just some skin and fur techniques, but the real acupuncture technique could cure diseases and save people, so he was exploring.

Even with his acupuncture skills now, he is still confident that he will be able to take the exam for a famous doctor. But it is probably a bit difficult for the imperial physician.

Need a certain level.

Pulse diagnosis and acupuncture are a set of treatments. If used well, it can also treat many diseases.

Hold a silver needle in your hand, look at the acupoints, and slowly pierce it in.

The monk immediately felt a little pain and his face looked ugly, but it quickly calmed down.

Wang Zheng looked at the monk's changes and changed his acupuncture techniques. Many times, he could feel the essence of this acupuncture technique, but he felt that there was a lack of a little heat.

Until the seven silver needles were pierced, Wang Zheng relieved his breath. He could not have too many needles on his hands. This was mainly to treat the pain in his wound area, and at the same time it could increase the speed of his wound healing.

Wang Zheng slowly studied and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the monk's whole body, and the wound part had been healed, and some were slowly healing.

Even if acupuncture can cure it, it requires energy in your body.

After saying that, he went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of rice.

"I don't know what the famous doctor will take?" Wang Zheng said. If he knew what he had, he would still have preparations. Even if it was an exam, he would have to give an outline.

According to his estimate, the current pulse and acupuncture techniques are of a certain level. If you want to improve it, you will basically not improve much in less than a month.

In a few days, Wang Zheng read all the books in his home. As a medical school family, there are not many books here, and they are all simple ones. Occasionally, there are a few books related to famous doctors.

In the past few days, the Wang Family Hospital is also renovating and expanding.

Wang Zheng opened the door from the room and saw that the monk was already boxing in the yard.

After getting along for the past few days, Wang Zheng learned that this monk was called Wu Dan, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple.

Because he secretly learned the Yijin Jing, he was expelled from Shaolin Temple.

But he is also a martial arts genius. He can basically remember the content of the Yijin Jing, but he just couldn't find a higher method to practice, so he kept staying without any progress.

"Monkey Wu, can your breathing method correspond to the acupoints?" Wang Zheng looked at him. Although this guy was doing boxing, he was very concerned about the eight extraordinary meridians of the body. It seemed that boxing was just an external form, and what he was really practicing should be the acupoints.

After seeing through this at first glance, Wu Shan was stunned and looked at Wang Zheng and asked, "Amitabha, the donor understands this, too?"

"I am familiar with the acupuncture points in the human body. You should be opening the second gate acupuncture points just now." Wang Zheng didn't know about martial arts, but he knew very well about acupuncture points. If he used these acupuncture points well and dealt with the enemy, it would be more than enough. Just like when he was in a gambling house last time, he could easily defeat and deal with it.

Wu Dan nodded, very curious. He was practicing the Yijin Jing. The doctor in front of him had no martial arts at all. How could he know?

"Don't ask, I think you should be practicing a martial arts about acupoints."

"Amitabha, what the donor said is indeed that this martial art is very special and requires meridians throughout the body as the basis, so I am trying to open the acupoints."

"Although I don't know martial arts, I think it doesn't seem possible for you to practice like this." After Wang Zheng said that, he immediately pointed a few acupoints on the silver needle in his hand.

Wu Dan looked at it and saw that these acupoints were not opened by the Ermen acupoints?

"If one acupoint cannot be opened, it must be the restraint of other acupoints, so you need to practice the acupoints around it and make judgments." Wang Zheng understood the techniques of acupuncture and had a deep understanding of acupoints.

Wu Dan had practiced martial arts before, and he still knew a little about the internal skills.

After being advised by Wang Zheng, he seemed to understand that he had not made any progress in practicing the Yijin Jing before because he was too rigid.

Then Wu Dan tried to open other pulse doors as Wang Zheng said, and it turned out to be successful.

"Amitabha, donor, are you really a doctor?" Wu Dan looked at Wang Zheng curiously at this time.

This guy is not just a doctor. Maybe he knows some methods of Yijin Jing.

"If you want to change the bag, why would you cure you in such a short time?"

Wang Zheng said that he has been doing exercises these days to improve his medical skills.

However, he was very surprised, why did the eyes that looked at the B-ultrasound image have not evolved? Didn’t they evolve by treating people last time?

This time he was thinking that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How could it not evolve? This is a problem he has been struggling with.

This thing is so mysterious that he cannot explore it.

But even if you are at a clear level now, it will not be a problem to take a famous doctor.

"Amitabha, donor, the little monk's illness has almost cured. Thank you for your careful care these days. The little monk bears these murders and will surrender after I complete one thing." Wu Shan said. He killed several people because of this matter. When he remembered it, he felt very regretful.

When Wang Zheng heard Wu Dan's words, he wondered what crime this monk had committed and had to do this. He didn't look like a bad person.

"Monkey Wu, are you really going to go out and surrender?" Wang Zheng asked. This monk was too straightforward and didn't know how to adapt. Someone was chasing him. He killed a few people out of self-defense. What's the matter?

In the world, most of those who fight against each other are.

"Amitabha, if the little monk makes a big mistake, he will naturally be punished."

Wang Zheng knew that it would not make sense to persuade a monk, but he still gave the monk a suggestion.

"If the public suffers because of your own selfishness, then the Buddha will not let you go after you surrender. But if your mistake can bring peace to millions of people, even if you die, you will die vigorously. The Buddha will reward you." Wang Zheng didn't know what to say, but this Wu Dan was chased, because he was carrying something on his body or knew some secrets.

But no matter what, the seriousness of a monk was chased can be imagined.

"Amitabha." Wu Dan remembered this sentence, put his hands together, and thanked him, and then left.

His wounds have almost healed. Staying here will only harm his savior, so he plans to leave.
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