Zhang Fan touched his nose. He had written down a few lost recipes while refining pills in less than ten minutes.
He cleared his throat and said seriously, "It took me a lot of effort, so you'll have to take good care of the people around you in the future."
Wang Yi placed the notebook on his chest, his face solemn: "Master, I will definitely study hard."
After treating Zhang Youde, Zhang Fan handed him the Qi-replenishing pills he had prepared: "Third Master, take one a week."
Zhang Youde was so happy that he exclaimed "Ah!" several times, turned his face away to wipe the corner of his eye, and looked gratified.
He was right; Zhang Fan was the most promising.
Li Ben's health has almost fully recovered; Wang Yi has been taking care of him these past few days.
Every time Zhang Fan came to treat Zhang Youde, Wang Yi would ask a lot of questions, which Zhang Fan would patiently answer.
Under Zhang Fan's guidance, Wang Yi made rapid progress and even learned to administer acupuncture to Li Ben.
The angle, depth, and sequence of insertion into the acupoints were all done very well, but the technique was clumsy and the speed was very slow.
After acupuncture treatment, Wang Yi was already covered in sweat from the tension.
He cherished the opportunity to be Zhang Fan's apprentice. He knew that even Cen Zhi, a leading figure in traditional Chinese medicine, admired Zhang Fan's medical books and even wanted to become Zhang Fan's apprentice, but Zhang Fan refused. He felt as lucky as if he had won the lottery.
So whenever he had free time, he would study Zhang Fan's handwriting and practice acupuncture.
At first, the silver needles would bend, but later they could pierce the caps of mineral water bottles steadily. Then he practiced on himself, giving himself acupuncture.
When Zhang Fan said he could try acupuncture on the patient, Li Ben volunteered to do it on him.
Fortunately, he had a normal acupuncture treatment without any problems.
Zhang Fan was very satisfied. He planned to go out soon to find the jade beads and visit Miao Jiang Valley. With Wang Yi by his side, he could go out with peace of mind.
With Li Ben's successful case, Wang Yi was full of confidence and even volunteered to give Zhang Youde acupuncture.
Before administering the acupuncture, Wang Yi and Zhang Fan determined the acupuncture points and the order of insertion, and then they inserted the silver needles.
Zhang Fan watched intently the whole time, and thankfully Wang Yi finally finished successfully.
The two successfully administered the acupuncture, which gave Wang Yi great confidence. While Zhang Fan was in the restroom, a nurse came to change Zhang Youde's dressing, but suddenly fainted.
Wang Yi immediately helped the person up, and after checking their pulse, he found that they lacked vital energy, so he immediately gave the nurse two acupuncture needles.
After two injections, the nurse indeed woke up. Wang Yi reached out and helped her up from the ground, only to see that her face had changed drastically and her voice was filled with great fear: "I... can't move my legs."
Wang Yi's face turned ashen. What should he do? Had he accidentally paralyzed the person?
Zhang Fan walked in, and Wang Yi, as if grasping at a straw, immediately cried out for help: "Master, help me!"
Zhang Fan only glanced at the nurse whose face was covered in terrified tears, and he immediately saw the problem.
He strode over quickly, gripped the silver needles, and swiftly inserted them, leaving a blur in his eyes. After inserting nine needles, the nurse exclaimed in delight, "I can feel it!"
Zhang Fan: "You shouldn't take diet pills anymore."
The young nurse, still captivated by Zhang Fan's impressive medical skills, blushed and said, "I... I had no choice, I just had too much belly fat."
Zhang Fan looked down and saw that the nurse's belly was bulging, almost like she was four months pregnant. Last time he took the bus, someone even offered her a seat.
The nurse, who loves beauty, wanted to lose weight by dieting, but after starving herself for almost a month, she didn't lose a single pound. So she started taking diet pills.
I only ate it for the first time today, and I never expected to faint.
Zhang Fan: "Your belly isn't fat, it's because you have too much dampness. The flesh on your belly is loose, and it folds up when you sit down. Even in the middle of summer, your hands and feet are always cold."
The nurse hurriedly asked, "Is there any way to do it?"
Zhang Fan asked Wang Yi, "Can you take a look?"
Wang Yi took the nurse's pulse and thought for a long time before slowly saying, "Soak your feet every night, exercise more, and buy some herbal tea to dispel dampness. For you, just use red dates, licorice, poria, atractylodes macrocephala, and codonopsis pilosula to make a tea."
The voice was very soft, as if unsure whether the answer was correct.
The nurse was somewhat skeptical of Wang Yi's words; he had just paralyzed her with a needle, so perhaps there was something wrong with the prescription.
Zhang Fan nodded: "You're right, your method of saving her was correct, but this nurse had taken diet pills, which caused her body to lack yang energy and her blood to flow backward. If you hadn't saved her in time, she would have suffered a brain hemorrhage by now."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi suddenly looked up, feeling a sense of joy at surviving a disaster.
He had just thought it was his own medical skills that caused the nurse to become paralyzed, but upon hearing this, his guilt vanished instantly.
Zhang Fan: "However, you could have had a better way to save people. You should have used the second acupuncture method that I wrote in my handwriting."
Wang Yi solemnly promised, "Master, I will definitely learn from this lesson!"
The nurse stood up from the ground and quickly said, "Thank you for saving me. It's very common for accidents to happen during first aid."
During artificial respiration, ribs can easily be broken, as anyone with medical training knows, and even a junior nurse can understand.
After this incident, Wang Yi's confidence was severely shaken, and he began to doubt himself. He cautiously asked, "Master, how did you adjust when your treatments failed?"
He thought that no matter how skilled his master was in medicine, it was impossible for everything to go smoothly; there would always be times when he failed.
To everyone's surprise, Zhang Fan replied without hesitation: "I don't know, I've never failed!"
Wang Yiru was struck by lightning!
Just how could such an incredible being exist?!
They're practically godlike!
However, it seems quite reasonable when applied to Zhang Fan.
After Zhang Fan left, Wang Yi studied late into the night, determined to become like his master.
Time flies, and before they knew it, Li Chunyan's kimchi was almost ready.
The kimchi jars have been sterilized in advance; all that's needed is to fill them.
Before bottling, Zhang Fan secretly injected his spiritual energy into the kimchi vat when no one was looking.
Although Li Chunyan's kimchi was already delicious, the addition of Zhang Fan's spiritual power elevated the flavor to a whole new level, making it so delicious that you could eat it every day without getting tired of it.
The kimchi was half-packed when Bai Rou'er arrived, looking travel-worn.
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