Chapter 34 Civilization (Next)

"Well,." Zhu Chongjiu pondered in a low voice, then let out a light breath and asked with a smile: "Is the doctor here? What do they say to my injuries?"

"Doctor, you know, the doctor has been waiting outside." Su Mingzhe didn't expect that Zhu Chongjiu would take the initiative to shift the topic to his injuries. He was stunned for a moment, and then responded in a low voice.

"Let them come in." Zhu Chongjiu thought for a while and ordered with a smile.

"Yes, lord." As Su Mingzhe responded, the door of the room was opened from outside, and a semen doctor carrying a suitcase and another Chinese medicine doctor with five long beards walked in one after another.

It was Ibn, the director of Huai'an Medical Center, and Jing Jiangxiao, a famous local doctor in Yangzhou. Zhu Chongjiu had an impression of these two people. He nodded slightly and smiled and ordered, "Sit down, Shuang'er, let's bring some chairs to everyone."

"Yes, I'll go now." Shuang'er agreed in a low voice and led the concubines to retreat aside. After a while, several thick-bodied servants carried the chairs into the room and gently placed them behind the two doctors.

"The grass-roots kill him, but he really killed him."

"Just stand in front of the Duke's Hall."

The two doctors dared not sit down, so they thanked each other repeatedly, but Zhu Chongjiu refused, but just closed his eyes and waited for the two to make their own choice. Jing Jiangxiao and Ibn had no choice but to sit on the corner of a chair with their butts, and then gave them a bow one after another, saying at the same time: "Your Highness is really a dragon and phoenix among people. With such a serious injury, he has only been sleeping for five days."

"His Royal Highness's body is the strongest I have ever seen. He broke three ribs and was squeezed into his internal organs by his armor. He actually started to improve so quickly."

"Then do you want me to sleep for more than a long time?" Zhu Chongjiu was so quarreled that he opened his eyes and asked with a wry smile.

"Here," Jing Jiangxiao and Ibn were speechless, and then rushed to respond, "Caomin, Caomin dare not curse Your Highness. Caomin means, Caomin means, Caomin means, Your Highness is far better than ordinary people."

"I mean, I mean, Lord Duke, you have a very strong recovery ability. You are the strongest person I have seen in my years of practicing medicine."

"Your Highness is the pride of heaven, so naturally he will not be equal to ordinary people."

"His Royal Highness is kind to our church and is blessed by Allah, so all disasters take a detour."

"No, Your Highness is the reincarnation of the Son of Buddha and has nothing to do with your Allah."

"His Royal Highness, Allah has many faces. In the west, it is God, Jerusalem is Allah, and in the east, it is the Jade Emperor."

"Okay." Zhu Chongjiu's head grew bigger and bigger, and he whispered again, "You two are so embarrassed if you don't play double acts. Don't talk nonsense, tell me serious things, what's my injury?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Although Jing Jiangxiao and Ibn had never seen a double act, they also understood in their hearts that the patient was impatient, so they stretched out five dry fingers and whispered, "Your Highness, please let the Caomin take your pulse."

The other one opened the box and put out a complete set of houses made of pipes and copper pots from it. "Your Highness, Cao Min, according to your last reminder, applied cattle glue to make a stethoscope."

"Don't worry, come one by one, first traditional Chinese medicine, then Western medicine." Zhu Chongjiu was amused by the stethoscope that was completely gone, and thought about it and made a decision in a low voice.

"Yes." Jing Jiang looked at Ibn with serpence, took the initiative to touch Zhu Chongjiu's pulse, then listened to Zhu Chongjiu's breathing and speaking, then asked a few more questions about the patient's own feelings, and finally carefully observed the target's complexion, eyes and tongue coating, and made the four diagnostic skills passed down by traditional Chinese medicine. Then he breathed a long sigh and sat back on the corner of the chair.

"It's my turn." Ibn had been impatient for a long time, and immediately stood up, heading towards the simplified version of the stethoscope, magnifying glass, wooden hammers wrapped in cotton on the surface, and a lot of other pieces that could not tell the function of anyone except him. Under Lu Shuang'er's surveillance, he checked Zhu Chongjiu from head to toe. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat back to the corner of the chair, and continued to stare at Jing Jiangxiao with big eyes.

"Doctor Jing, you'd better tell me first." Even though Zhu Chongjiu's reaction was slow, he guessed that the two had been competing for the past few days. He smiled again and took the initiative to start pointing the target.

"Yes." Jing Jiangxiao bowed his hands and whispered: "The wound on the surface of your highness was caused by heavy blows from external objects. Fortunately, he was protected by treasure armor and golden silk armor, and most of the force was removed, so the external injury was not serious. The projectile was stopped half an inch below the epidermis, but the heavy blow caused three ribs to break and the five internal organs were displaced. Fortunately, ginseng was able to replenish the essence in time, then regulate the bones and promote blood circulation, and then use the power of needle stone to remove blood stasis."

"Nonsense, the first half makes some sense, and the back is simply careless." Ibn, a man from Semi, couldn't help it. Before Jing Jiangxiao finished speaking, he interrupted sternly. "It was obvious that the projectile made the armor deformed, and then broke three ribs, causing damage to the lungs and multiple organs. If he had not worn plate armor and only wore golden silk armor, the injury might be lighter. Even so, if he had followed my method long ago and cut the chest with a knife to bleed, His Highness woke up three days ago. Why wait until now?"

"You are just disregarding human life. Once you cause blood poison, your whole family will be buried with you. It is difficult to resist the heinous crime."

"Since His Highness purified the essence of wine, the suppuration has been reduced by half. Even if it appears occasionally, it will not kill anyone. However, your so-called medicinal stone acupuncture is purely in the category of witchcraft, essentially equivalent to doing nothing, and it is completely resistant to the recovery ability of His Highness."

"You are the master of dancing. You can't do anything except bloodletting."

"That's better than using poison weeds as potion."

"At least I didn't use to break my stomach, I corrected Your Highness's ribs."

"You are just by chance. If any bone is not connected, it will be a pain that will accompany Your Highness for the rest of your life."

While talking, the two doctors started arguing again, each of them holding their own opinions, wishing they could put the other party to death and then hurry up.

Zhu Chongjiu's other soul has seen such noises a lot in the 21st century, so he has long formed a certain degree of immunity. He first closed his eyes and listened for a while, and then interrupted with a smile, "Okay, don't say anything, am I awakened, Doctor Jing, there is no need to say anything about the previous diagnosis and treatment, tell me how the disease will develop next."

"Your Highness, if you follow the methods of the people, you will focus on resting and supplement it with medicine to remove blood stasis and replenish qi. With your highness's dragon and phoenix posture, you will definitely be able to jump on your horse and sword again within three months."

"Nonsense, according to your witchcraft, Your Highness did not bleed, and he had already formed a blood clot in his body. Since he had woken up today, he should get out of bed as soon as possible to move, from slow to fast, and slowly absorb the blood stasis through muscles and internal organs." Ibn couldn't hear it, and before Zhu Chongjiu could ask him, he spoke first.

One claims to have inherited the thousand-year essence of Chinese medical skills, and the other claims to have mastered the core mysteries of emerging medicine. No one is willing to give in. In front of Zhu Chongjiu, he copied it again, but he didn't know that in the eyes of Zhu Chongjiu, a person with two lifetimes of memories, their level is actually half a pound and eight taels, exactly the same as each other.
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