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When treating diseases, a great doctor must calm his mind and calm his mind, have no desires or demands, and first develop great compassion and compassion, and vow to save all the sufferings of Hanling. Those who come to seek help with suffering should not ask about their wealth, wealth, wealth, old, young, beautiful, and ugly, enemies, relatives, good friends, Chinese, barbarians, ignorant, wisdom, and the same, all like the thoughts of relatives. They should not look forward to the front and back, worry about good or bad, and protect their lives. If they see their troubles, if they have them, their body and mind will be sad, and do not avoid concessions, day, night, cold, heat, hunger, thirst and fatigue, and they will go to rescue them with all their hearts, without any effort to do anything. This can be a great doctor for the people, but this is a giant thief for Hanling.

——"The Great Doctor's Sincereness"·Sun Simiao

1

Under the night, the closed doors and windows were clamoring, and more than a dozen identical faces squeezed wildly into every gap on the wall, with bloodshot eyes greedily looking into the iron house standing on a mud ground.

On this land located in southern New Delhi, there is a sultry smell of hotness all the time, scattering from the sleeping slums in the distance.

This place has always been peaceful because people living here only need to be busy with one thing every day - filling their stomachs. Between the broken house and the stinky ditch, there are often children crying hungry; there are also men who return depressed with old bicycles, and in the expectant eyes of their wives and children, they can only shake their heads helplessly. Every few days, weak elderly people will spend their lives in hunger or illness, and some young people choose the cheapest but most effective rat poison because they cannot bear the heavy weight of life.

But the only thing that is thankful is that at least they can still respect the doctor. To be precise, there is a doctor who is willing to come to see them, and always does not receive medical fees, and leaves free medicines when leaving. Every time he leaves in those grateful but desperate eyes, he is serious and only leaves one sentence - be calm.

The problem is, the current situation is difficult to calm down!

In the iron house, A and B faced me, pressing their backs against the door that was shaking wildly. The seven-tailed ink, which was flashing cold light, had already jumped out of the toothpick box and held it in his hand. If I hadn't always used the toothpick sword to name his special weapon, he wouldn't have told me seriously that this translucent sword with uncertainty. The snow-shining translucent sword is not called toothpick, but is called Seven-tailed ink. A strange name!

"If you continue to resist like this, this house will not last long." In front of a window that broke the handle, Ao Chi held it with both hands to prevent the guys outside from coming in.

"In one minute, I can clean the outside." A and B looked outside through the crack in the door and said coldly.

"I only need half a minute!" Ao Chi gave him a white look.

Behind me, the man who lived quietly came out, and the shaking lamp fell on his gray hair and his eternal clean doctor's robe, saying, "I'll ask you for those things."

"You're very calm." I looked at him and then at the dozen or so figures outside, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

He smiled and said, "I am a doctor." After that, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to me, looked at the inner room, and said, "Leave this to Emily for me."

As the movements of his hand, a faint light shook past my eyes. On his wrist, he wore a string of moonstones that "can't be taken down no matter what" were. At least in the eyes of ordinary people, it was one of the ordinary visible crystals. Milky white, translucent thirteen round beads, as the light changes, a layer of faint blue light emerged, soft and gentle. At first glance, it was the best piece picked from the moonlight. Therefore, this kind of crystal has always been commonly known as moonstone.

But I know that the string of moonlight stones in his hand is not an "ordinary" one. He clearly told me that this string of moonlight has a name that belongs to it - Yue Yinniang.

I also clearly know that this is what I want, the sixth stone.

From South Africa to India, from the Sky-Breaking Axe to Yueyin Niang, this story made the boss lady who has experienced many battles feel very bumpy, and I don’t know where to start. Perhaps, it should start with a mosquito?!

2

Bang! A mosquito in autumn died unlucky at the hands of Lao Sun. The autumn in the mountains is always very long, and the mosquitoes are bigger than cows.

He staggered and walked up the hillside, and a few old banyan trees hugged his small yard, and the ground was cold.

With a creaking sound, the broken wooden door was pushed open. He was covered in dim moonlight, burped, leaned against the door frame, and the old gourd tied to his waist was swaying.

"Isn't sleeping yet? Xiao Huang is asleep!" Lao Sun wiped his mouth and said to the young man who was still busy at the table. Xiao Huang is the rooster they raise. Go to bed late and get up early, and promptly.

The young man did not respond and focused on holding the lancet and wandering on a green and thick leaf. Half a bucket of broken leaves were piled up in the garbage basket under his feet.

"Wuchang is fighting." Lao Sun leaned there without any intention of entering the house and said to himself, "This gunshot, I'm afraid there will be no such thing as the emperor from now on."

The young man is still focused on his knife and leaves. Under the bright light, the face, which is slightly rough by the mountain wind, has clear edges and handsome features, and has a kind of vicissitudes of life that has nothing to do with age. Even if he cuts the most uncharacteristic flat head, he is still a very attractive person.

"You cut your hair again?" Lao Sun looked at his head worriedly, "Everyone said don't ask Lao Wang, the village head, to cut his hair. That old guy cut it out like a dog's chew. Let me tell you every chapter..."

"Why can't I always peel off the veins intact?" The young man suddenly raised his head and picked up a broken vein in his fingers. "Old man, do you have any tricks that haven't taught me?"

"Don't call me old man, call me teacher!" Lao Sun glared at him, "No big or small."

"If you don't call me Bibi, I will call you teacher." He threw the leaf veins into the garbage basket, wiped his hands, and took another leaf. "You said that when I can use this knife to peel off the leaf veins of a leaf intact, I will be the real doctor."

"Okay, fifth classmate. As my only student now, the teacher will answer you carefully, and there is only one trick." Lao Sun raised a finger in a show-off manner, "Calm down!"

"I'm not impulsive." He glanced at Lao Sun, "You lied to me again with lies!"

"That's because you haven't figured out how to really calm down." Lao Sun yawned, "You keep practicing, the teacher is going to sleep."

He buried his head and practiced more attentively and meticulously on the leaves. The blade as thin as a cicada's wing wandered and circled between the veins and the flesh, which was more delicate than a fine brushwork.

When will I be as outstanding as a teacher and be praised by countless patients?!

Just as this thought slipped by, the blade in his hand tilted, a leaf vein broke, and it failed again.

Chapter 5: When I threw the knife, I walked to the window with some depressedness. The night outside was exactly "The bright moon shone among the pines, and the clear spring flowed on the stone."

The scenery at the foot of Luoying Mountain is as quiet and wonderful as ever.

I have been learning medical skills with Lao Sun for almost fifty years. The old man took him to travel around the world, bustling towns and deserted villages. This year is the fifth year they have lived in Luoying Mountain. The nearby mountain people like them because the old man never costs money to treat them.

A slightly cold night wind passed by, and he closed the window, but his eyes fell on the round mirror on the wall for a long time. The mirror had not been wiped by a long time, and people shone inside, like a layer of fog. He stared at his blurry face in a daze. This face, no matter how time flies, will not change. He is no longer a "young man", and he is far more than fifty years old.

Of course he knew that he was not a human, but what was funny was that he was not a human life, but he was going to get human disease.

If you remember correctly, he woke up in a cemetery composed of a lordless and lonely grave. A kind-hearted person found a Taoist priest to do rituals to save the dead here, and the sound of firecrackers was deafening.

He woke up from his dream and stretched his body, and countless shining jade chips fell from him.

His thinking was slow and his memory was blank. He was naked and came out from behind a tomb, scaring everyone present to death.

Then, it is learning and wandering, learning from a blank person how to accept this brand new world.

How embarrassing. Although he is not a human, he will be cold, hungry, injured, and sick. In order to earn money, he unloads goods for people at the cold dock in the wind and cold dock. He was so tired that he was half-deadly fooled by the unintentional foreman, saying that the wages would not last until three months.

With a high fever, he left the dock silently with the foreman's arrogant smile, neither making noise nor making a fuss.

Behind him, the docks and cargo ships that were getting farther and farther away from him, had no warning, and they were like a fire, but there was no sign of fire. In this way, they turned into ashes in front of everyone. The foreman and all the workers who had no time to escape were rolling around on the ground, their clothes and flesh stuck together, making noises, as if they were scorching by a raging fire, and they soon died.

Everyone was shocked. The accident had not been explained in any reasonable way. The government scribbled the "fire" in the report and reported it.

He is getting worse and worse, walking through the streets and alleys in his blurry sight, without any goal. He has no money to eat to treat his illness. Can he rob and steal and cheat?

Can't.

His own answer was clear, and there seemed to be a deep instinctive consciousness in his body, warning himself that such acts of stealing and seeking survival were despicable, and his identity was not allowed.

But, his identity? What is his identity? I still can't remember it at this moment.

The last little effort brought him to a restaurant. The last person he saw before fainting was the old man.

That day, he was still like today, wearing unseasonal cloth shoes, with a pleat on his face, a smell of medicine, and a brown yellow gourd tied around his waist, which was covered with oil and smooth as if it was applied.

The old man's medicine saved his life. In the inn, he was full and drunk, and looked at the old man who was focused on reading and said, "I want to study medicine from you."

"Okay." The old man replied without blinking.

Things were that simple, he became Lao Sun's student.

The old man said that the name is not right, you still need to have a serious name.

He thought that there would be such a "serious" name, but the old man frowned and thought for a long time, looked at the book in his hand, and slapped the table: "If you have it, let's call it the fifth one!"

What a broken name!

The old man said that he happened to see the fifth chapter, this is God's will! Besides, the "fifth" itself is a long-standing duplicate surname, which is so meaningful!

"Whatever." He shook his head and looked at the book in the old man's hand, "What is that? It has to do with medical skills?"

The old man closed the book, exposed the cover, and smiled: "No, it's a novel written by Xiao Li, who is telling the story on Yangliu Street, "Spring Thirty-My Lady vs. Zhu Bajie"! It's so good!"

He was completely silent.

Fifty years have passed, and he has learned most of the old man's medical skills. Using a knife is the last course and the most difficult part. However, the old man never lets him diagnose people alone, and always says that he is not yet at the time to start his education.

In fifty years, the old man has not changed much except for a few more folds on his face and most of his hair.

He asked the old man how old he was, and the old man smiled and said, "One thousand three hundred and thirty years old."

He didn't believe it: "Man cannot live that long unless you are a demon."

"I have the technique of immortality, do you believe it?" The old man patted the gourd that never leaves his body and said mysteriously, "When I get rid of my braid, I will give you this gourd. The essence of medical skills is all on this."

What a nonsense old guy. He hasn't seen the broken gourd. There is not a single hair inside. Most of the time it is used as a water bottle or a wine pot. Sometimes the old guy will even put it back with the broth that he has not finished drinking outside.

He rubbed his sore eyes, moved his eyes away from the mirror, turned around and walked to the table, took a deep breath, and picked up the knife and the leaves again.

3

A life happened in the village.

A few strong men carried a drowning woman with the door panel and ran to them.

Soon, another group of people rushed to the yard with a white face and purple lips on their backs.

Everyone was shouting anxiously: "Doctor Sun help me!"

However, this time, even Lao Sun was powerless. One jumped into the river and the other took poison. It was too late to deliver it.

In the room, two warm bodies were lying on one side, and their acquaintances hugged each other and cried. A man in his thirties looked gentle and slapped in the middle, muttering like a madman: "Just split me in half! Just split me in half!"

Chapter 5: Standing at the door, glanced at it, turned around and walked to the stone steps in the yard. The old man was sitting there drinking tea. It was noon now, and the sun was very big, but he always felt it was not warm.

Things are not complicated. The man worked in the city and made money, so he kept the outer room with his original wife on his back. After that, the man wanted to break up with his original wife, but the original wife forced him to die, saying that she would die as long as he separated, and that the man would not be allowed to take a formal concubine. The man had no choice but to delay for a year or two. Now the outer room is unwilling to give him a title, and he fought all the way from the city to the village. The two women were in trouble.

In the end, the extremely angry original wife threw herself into the river, and the outdoor room, who was not willing to be outdone, took the poison, leaving behind this at a loss.

"It's so noisy." He sat next to the old man, and the crying sounds from the room were higher than the other.

The old man didn't speak, drank tea and basked in the sun.

He was silent for a moment and asked, "If there is a kind of medical skill that can really turn a person into two identical people, do you think it's good? If there were two men, these two women wouldn't have died."

"Not good. No matter what, it will take a moment or later for people who are not calm enough to get into trouble." The old man took a sip of tea, looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Can your leaf veins be released?"
To be continued...