Chapter 15 015 Jindan cultivators also have requirements for diagnosing illnesses. ...
On the first day of every lunar year, the most lively place in Jing County is no longer Jubaolou or those high-end wine shops.
It was the "Jishi Tang" on South Street, the largest and most famous medical clinic in the city.
At daybreak that day, Lu Qingqing took Song Zhu out of the inn, hoping to get a front-row seat so that they could see the doctor in the morning.
Who would have thought that when we were still two or three hundred meters away from Jishiditang, we would see a long, winding, black queue.
...too much effort.
Lu Qingqing even suspected that some people had started queuing yesterday.
On second thought, it made sense. For an ordinary person to be able to receive treatment from a Jindan cultivator, what a great thing! Forget queuing up the night before, even queuing for two or three days wouldn't hurt.
Lu Qingqing resigned herself to her fate and stood at the end of the line.
She activated the monitoring program. While most of the people in line were ordinary people, monks were not uncommon. Some of them were already very low on health, hanging on for dear life.
She couldn't see the health values of ordinary people, but she could tell at a glance those who were seriously ill.
It's not easy to survive, Lu Qingqing sighed silently.
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Jishidiang has been in business for nearly a hundred years, and the Jindan monk has been in charge here for almost twenty years. He is not only accustomed to the bustling situation, but also has a complete set of work processes.
When the sun rises, two or three clinic staff will come out to maintain order. Queue-jumping is strictly prohibited, and violators will be disqualified from the consultation.
At three quarters past noon, the door of Jishiditang opened, a little boy gave out numbers at the door, and Doctor Jindan began to see patients.
A gong rang out, and the previously quiet crowd began to stir. Some were eager, some anxious, and some had just walked into the clinic and walked out again, cursing.
Songzhu was puzzled, "What happened up ahead?"
Before Lu Qingqing could say anything, the young man standing behind the pine and bamboo said, "Sir, this is your first time here, right? With the Soul-Discerning Stone here, it's impossible for you to sneak in."
"What is the Soul-Judgement Stone?" Songzhu was like an elementary school student full of curiosity.
"It's a strange stone." Lu Qingqing said, "Whether I can see Doctor Wan or not depends on that stone."
During the days I stayed in the inn, I got along well with a waiter and got a lot of useful information from him.
This also includes Doctor Wan from Jishidiang.
It is said that this doctor was originally a barefoot herbalist, without any school or sect, and was self-taught. One day, while collecting herbs, he had a chance to find enlightenment and embarked on the path of cultivation.
He traveled far and wide as a traveling doctor, witnessing the warmth and coldness of human nature and the vicissitudes of the world. Finally, when he was nearly seventy years old, he realized the truth and advanced to become a Jindan monk.
Dr. Wan doesn't charge for his treatments, but there are rules.
He does not punish criminals, nor does he punish people with evil hearts.
There are no words engraved on the foreheads of bad guys, so they cannot be judged by the naked eye, but the Soul-Judgement Stone can be used to judge.
If the patient has an evil mind and has committed sins, the stone will emit black gas; otherwise, it will flash red light.
It is normal for cultivators to have magic weapons. Even pine and bamboo cultivators in the early stages of foundation building have compasses with their own spiritual power, let alone Jindan cultivators.
It is quite rare to find a cultivator like Lu Qingqing who is penniless.
Songzhu understood, "Only when the red light appears can we see Doctor Wan."
"That's right." The young man nodded. "Look, the line is so long and we're moving forward because the Soul-Appraising Stone has eliminated many people."
Lu Qingqing looked in the direction he was told, and saw that it was indeed the case.
They had just exchanged a few words of idle chat, and now they had become the middle of the team.
From time to time, one would see people who failed the Soul-Appraising Stone test. Among them were ordinary people, cultivators, men, women, old, young, poor, and wealthy people adorned with jewels.
Some of them cried bitterly, some begged for mercy, and some threw a tantrum, but it was all in vain.
In front of the Soul-Jian Stone, all things are equal and treated equally.
"Doctor Wan is a very skilled doctor, right?" Bored in line, Lu Qingqing started chatting with the young man who knew the situation.
"Of course," the young man perked up. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way from the north. A fellow villager of mine was collecting antiques in the south, and he was poisoned and bewitched. There was no cure, and he was left to die. Finally, someone recommended him to Jishidiang, where Doctor Wan gave him a few injections and prescribed three prescriptions, saving his life."
Lu Qingqing looked at him calmly, with some questions in her mind, but she didn't know whether to speak them out or not.
While she was hesitating, Songzhu suddenly spoke and said exactly what she was thinking.
"Sir, you look very well, you don't look like a patient."
The young man's face suddenly turned red. He glanced at Lu Qingqing and hesitated, "Well... it's just that... I want to ask Doctor Wan for some medicine to strengthen my body."
Songzhu thought of last night's auction and said innocently, "Is it a drug for erectile dysfunction?"
Young man: ...
Lu Qingqing: ...
She was deaf and heard nothing.
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When it was Lu Qingqing and Song Zhu's turn, it was almost noon.
Two young men of about fifteen or sixteen were standing at the entrance of Jishiditang. One of them was dressed in ordinary clothes, holding a paper and a pen in his hand. He looked like a clinic clerk who had just started to learn. The other one was dressed in a white shirt, had two buns on his head, had a pretty face, and a green jade ruyi was placed under his arm. He had reached the initial stage of foundation building.
I guess that Ruyi with extremely good quality is the Soul-Jian Stone.
The doctor asked, "Which one do you want to see, or do you want to see both of them?"
Lu Qingqing pointed at Songzhu and said, "It's my friend who wants to seek medical treatment."
The guy didn't say anything and made a gesture of invitation, "Sir, this way."
Shochiku stood aside.
The boy in white took out the jade ruyi and began to scan the pine and bamboo from top to bottom.
This scene reminded Lu Qingqing of modern airport security checks, which was inexplicably funny.
But soon she stopped laughing.
The Soul-Judgement Stone swept over it, and it neither emitted any black gas nor any red light. It remained in its original state, like a dead object.
Lu Qingqing was shocked. What was going on?
Obviously, the clinic clerk and the boy in white had never seen such a situation before. They looked at each other and nodded slightly.
The boy in white frowned, "Please wait a moment, I need to consult the master on this matter."
After saying that, he hurried into the house.
A moment later, he reappeared.
"Master wants to see you two."
The clinic clerk wrote "One Hundred and Twenty-Five" on a piece of paper and handed it to me, "Use this to prescribe medicine after the consultation."
"Thank you very much."
Lu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, took the note, and went into the clinic with Song Zhu.
Jishiditang is decorated in an antique style. There are many people inside, and the air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.
The boy in white led the way and they came to the innermost room on the second floor.
"The master is inside, please come in."
After thanking the little boy, Lu Qingqing knocked on the door three times.
"Come in."
The voice is deep and powerful, giving people a feeling of full energy and blood.
This Doctor Wan is indeed as good as his reputation.
He is not the stereotypical image of an old man with white hair and beard, but a middle-aged man with black hair, a sturdy build, a ruddy complexion and a beard.
He sat at the consultation table, calmly mixing medicine.
The smell of the medicinal herbs is slightly bitter, but it is refreshing and pleasant.
"Doctor Wan." Lu Qingqing knew that the master's time was precious, so she went straight to the point and stated the patient's condition. "My friend's internal Qi is blocked, causing him to lose all his memory. I'd like you to take a look."
Doctor Wan put down the pestle, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and pointed to the chair opposite him.
"Sir, please take a seat."
After Songzhu sat down, Doctor Wan first looked at him carefully, frowning slightly.
Lu Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little worried, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear of making the other party unhappy.
Doctor Wan sat down across from Songzhu and said, "Extend your hand."
Songzhu obediently placed his hand on the bolster.
Perhaps sensing the presence of a powerful man, he turned to look at Lu Qingqing, his eyes clearly showing some nervousness.
Lu Qingqing nodded slightly and smiled, indicating that he was fine and not to be afraid.
"Don't be distracted when taking Songzhu's pulse." Doctor Wan pressed three fingers on Songzhu's wrist and warned in a deep voice.
Songzhu quickly turned around and dared not make any unnecessary movements.
Doctor Wan took Songzhu's pulse, lifted his eyelids to check, and took out a wooden box from the drawer of the desk.
"I'll give him a few injections first." He looked up at Lu Qingqing, "Miss, please wait outside the door."
"good."
Lu Qingqing left the house, but she didn't feel relaxed.
Doctor Wan's expression was extremely serious just now. Could it be that the Qi in Songzhu's body was more blocked than before?
If even this Jindan medicine cultivator can’t do anything about it, what should we do next?
Many questions, one after another, blocked Lu Qingqing's mind.
I don’t know how many times I walked around the corridor before I finally heard Doctor Wan’s voice.
"Come in, girl."
Lu Qingqing hurriedly pushed the door open, but only saw Doctor Wan sitting in front of the desk.
Looking again, I saw Songzhu lying on his back on the couch behind the curtain. His face was pale, covered with sweat, and his eyes were tightly closed.
"Doctor Wan, my friend..."
"Don't worry, he just fainted from the pain during the acupuncture." Doctor Wan said slowly, "He will wake up soon."
Lu Qingqing was overjoyed. "Doctor Wan, your medical skills are superb. Has the blocked Qi in my friend's body been cleared?"
Doctor Wan sat down at the desk, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, then asked instead of answering.
"Girl, who did your friend offend?"
Lu Qingqing immediately wanted to shake Doctor Wan's hand and said with emotion, "Great minds think alike. I thought the same thing at the time!"
But obviously this is not the case.
"I don't know." She shook her head. "He was like this when I met him. At that time, I used my Qi to probe his Qi and found that his Qi was completely blocked. I tried my best, but I could only break through a few places."
Doctor Wan put pen to paper and began to write a prescription. "You don't know any medical skills, but it's already impressive that you can open a few places with your true qi."
Seeing that his expression was still stern, Lu Qingqing sensed something was wrong.
"Divine doctor, Songzhu's true energy..."
"I don't deserve the title of miracle doctor." Doctor Wan waved his hands and said self-deprecatingly, "If I were truly a miracle doctor, I wouldn't just clear the blocked Qi."
Lu Qingqing was a little confused.
What does it mean to only clear the blocked true qi?
"Doctor Wan, are you saying... that his problem isn't just the blockage of his Qi?"
Doctor Wan raised his eyes, his brows furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river).
"Qi blockage is not difficult to treat, the difficult part is another problem."
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