Chapter 212 Ghost Hand Magic
Other things are hard to find at the border of this barren and cold land, but there are plenty of corpses.
The weather was freezing, and the corpses that had been buried for more than a month were frozen hard, but the advantage was that they were extremely fresh, not rotten, and not much of a pungent corpse odor.
Of course, the corpses of their own soldiers would not be wasted if they could avoid it. The corpses that Wu Qizheng found with the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor were the corpses of enemy soldiers buried more than ten miles north of the gate.
Wu Qizheng directed three disciples to use sharp-nosed iron picks to dig up the frozen hard ground and a half-foot wide and ten-foot long frozen soil layer. He said confidently: "There is a big pit with more than 300 enemy corpses buried here. As long as you dig three feet deep, there are corpses underneath."
Ghost Hand Poison Doctor would not do such physical work. After half a day of overseeing, he saw three sweaty coolies wasting their energy for a long time and still didn't see the shadow of the corpse. He got up impatiently and left, using his lightness skills to tour around the hilltop next to him.
The north wind howled, and when it passed through two hills, it made a loud sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Several wild wolves also came to join in the fun after smelling the smell, squatting at the edge of the dense forest on the top of the hill, making wolf howls one after another.
Fortunately, these doctors were used to seeing dead people, so they were not afraid of the mass graves under their feet. Old Master Wu also personally wielded a pickaxe and joined the digging.
Seeing that his master was doing it himself, the young Xiao Ziyu worked even harder. He dug with the pickaxe and felt something strange. A piece of fur was exposed under the frozen soil.
"It's deep enough! I dug up a body!" He shouted excitedly, and then he moved the pickaxe in his hand even harder.
Hearing the shout, the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor immediately jumped down and commanded the four coolies: "Pick two complete corpses without missing arms and legs, no broken ones!"
After working for another half an hour, the four exhausted coolies finally picked out two corpses that met the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor's requirements.
Seeing the four coolies lying on the ground exhausted, the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor raised his two short shaggy eyebrows and said contemptuously: "Those who only practice medicine but not martial arts are really useless! If I do it myself, I can dig up the corpse pit in less than half an hour and pick out twenty qualified corpses."
Xiao Ziyu, who was sweating and had blood blisters on his hands, was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he heard this!
You old fellow, we, the master and the apprentices, spent an hour and a half working hard to get the two qualified corpses you wanted, and you still sneered at me. One person can get 20 qualified corpses in half an hour, why don't you do it yourself? !
Xiao Ziyu, who dared not speak, stared at the insidious and shameless Ghost Hand Poison Doctor with angry eyes, and wanted to spit on his ugly face. However, his master's words eliminated all his resentment and anger.
Wu Qizhen's voice was still slightly panting, but it was extremely respectful. "Brother Ghost Hand, we have found a qualified corpse. Where are you going to give us four masters and apprentices a lecture?"
Ghost Hand Poison Doctor waved his hand unhappily, "How can I cut the frozen hard corpse? Bring it back to the barracks and let the hot air cool it down. I will explain and teach you while I dissect it."
The two hard corpses were left in a barracks with a brazier for half an hour and had become soft. The four masters and apprentices, who were exhausted and sore, gathered around the wooden table where the corpses were placed after dinner to observe and learn.
The light from four butter candles as thick as baby arms illuminated the hairs on the corpse clearly. The room was filled with a spooky ghostly aura, but it did not scare these doctors who had dealt with too many dead people.
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor used the strange-looking scalpel in his hand to dissect a Khitan corpse, explaining the structures of various internal organs while doing so. The heart, liver, lungs, spleen, intestines and stomach in the opened chest and abdominal cavity stunned Wu Qizhen and his three disciples.
These so-called surgeons usually performed surgical operations such as sawing arms and legs, cutting rotten flesh, removing arrows, and tying up wounds to stop bleeding. They had never seen the detailed structure of the human body.
Seeing the four fools staring in astonishment, the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor proudly showed off his magical and exquisite skills, generously imparting to them the knowledge from the diagram of the internal organs of the human body given by his master, plus his own experience.
The master said that he taught him these magical surgical skills so that he could spread them to the world. The famous surgeon Wu Laoer was also shocked like a fool who suddenly discovered the magic. The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor's sense of accomplishment and pride was simply overwhelming!
"Look! This is the heart. Does it look like a big black and red peach?
My master said that if a person's heart stops beating due to a sudden blow or drowning, as long as the first aid method of pressing the chest and breathing is performed, the heart will restart, and a person who seems to be dead can be saved." The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor squeezed the heart in his hand as if it were a toy. He thought to himself, fortunately the blood inside was still frozen, otherwise...
Wu Qizheng asked in a trembling voice, "Can a heart that has stopped beating be saved? Brother Ghost Hand... No! Master Ghost Hand, is your master the person who ranks first in the world in medical skills? He... Who is he?"
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor glared at the old man who dared to question him with dissatisfaction, but because he respectfully changed Brother Ghost Hand to Master Ghost Hand, he did not cut his stinky mouth with the scalpel.
: "I claim that I am the second best doctor in the world, and the best doctor in the world must be my master!
My master said that if a person's heart stops beating, he can be saved! My master can also save the lives of patients with congenital heart diseases!"
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor thought to himself with confidence, I am not bragging about this. My master personally cured Xiao Wuji, who suffered from a congenital disease, and I even assisted during the operation! You stupid bumpkins have broken your gallbladders, but you dare not imagine what kind of magical medical skills that is.
Wu Qi thought about several famous doctors in the world today, and asked uncertainly, "Master Ghost Hand, is your master Qin Yi, the divine doctor Qin?" The
Ghost Hand Poison Doctor was really angry this time, and kicked Wu Qizheng with his leg.
: "Qin Yi? Bullshit!... Old Qin Yi is not even worthy of carrying my shoes, how can he be worthy of being my Ghost Hand's master?!"
The three disciples hurried over to help their master up, glaring at the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor!
"Old Ghost Hand! You...you should go too far! If you humiliate our master, we won't learn your broken medical skills!" The eldest disciple Qin Cheng cursed angrily.
Liu Ran and Xiao Ziyu were also angry and their faces turned red. They rushed over to seek justice for their master.
"Come back!" Wu Qi stood firm and endured the pain in his abdomen, and hurriedly stopped the two disciples. He bowed and said, "Master Ghost Hand, calm down. It was me who was reckless and offended you. I was wrong to make presumptuous assumptions about your master. Please forgive me."
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor played with the scalpel in his hand a few times. His face was grim in the candlelight, and his tone was even more grim and disdainful. "Humph! If it weren't for my master's order to spread this miraculous surgical skill to the world and cure the suffering of the world, you and your disciple, Master Wu, would want to learn medicine from me. That's just a pipe dream!"
Wu Qizheng raised his hand to stop the three furious disciples. There was not a trace of frustration and sadness after being humiliated. He was no longer angry, so he became more respectful and humble. "Master Ghost Hand, your master... my great master must be a medical god with noble medical ethics, a heart of a bodhisattva, and compassion for all living beings.
Since my great master has ordered you to spread the miraculous medical skills to the world, I, your old disciple, have also worked hard on surgery. I hope that Master Ghost Hand will follow the teachings of my great master and will not hesitate to teach me." The
Ghost Hand Poison Doctor secretly laughed in his heart. This old man Wu Qizhen is quite a cunning one! He is a talented person with great potential. "Humph! If it weren't for your years of hard work in studying surgery, why would I choose you four useless people to teach me this miraculous medical skill?"
After scolding, he put the scalpel into the cloth bag, took out the tweezers, suture needle and some homemade catgut threads, "Watch! How to sew the wound."
The peculiar tweezers and needle and thread, under the extremely flexible ghost hand of the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor, sewed the cut wound in layers.
Wu Qizhen and his three disciples looked at him with eyes wide open, not blinking, mouths wide open in amazement, and hearts beating wildly! The humiliation and abuse I had suffered before had long been thrown out of my mind. I wanted to kneel down and worship the immortal-like magic of Master Ghost Hand!