City: The cultivation of a miracle doctor starts from inheriting the medical center

When it comes to other people's family heirlooms, Sun Wenyuan has become very cautious.

Wonju is mountainous and watery, and the environment is suitable, which also means that there is a lot of flora and fauna.

And being able to occupy a place of survival in this paradise of animals and plants can be seen in the folk customs.

If his true intentions were known, he would be driven out of the village immediately.

Therefore, Sun Wenyuan stopped the idea of asking questions and turned to the throat of the middle-aged man.

"Big brother, if you can trust me, I'll give you two stitches to see how it goes.

"First, I can ask the eldest brother to test my medical skills and see if I am enough to treat the villagers."

"Second, it can also relieve you a little.

"What do you think?"

Sun Wenyuan looked at the middle-aged man after speaking, waiting for his decision.

Middle-aged people don't have so many ideas, so they won't be afraid that Sun Wenyuan will harm him.

What's more, Sun Wenyuan can even memorize the records in his family medical books.

In his heart, he already had the idea that Sun Wenyuan's medical skills were higher than his.

He nodded, and according to Sun Wenyuan's thoughts, he sat on the steps under the eaves and raised his head.

Sun Wenyuan took out a silver needle, disinfected it, and pierced it on the middle-aged man's Tiantu acupoint.

The Tiantu acupoint is located in the throat, in the center of the suprasternal fossa, and the needle puncture here can clear the lung qi and make the lung qi refreshing and smooth.

Sun Wenyuan held the back of the middle-aged man's neck and throat opposite each other with his left hand, and held the needle in his right hand, using the twisting needle technique.

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After a while, beads of sweat appeared on Sun Wenyuan's forehead.

In order to convince the middle-aged man, he used both hands to guide qi into the body at the same time, which consumed a lot of energy.

In Sun Wenyuan's perception, the throat of a middle-aged person is like a sponge, with many tiny holes on it.

The hole also hides tiny spikes.

Every time a middle-aged person smokes, the hole can be temporarily filled, and the surface of the throat will be smoothed.

When you are not smoking, the hole opens, and the small spines inside move with the sound of speech and swallowing, irritating the skin.

The treatment involves pulling out the spikes and closing the holes.

Sun Wenyuan's right hand conducts qi through the silver needle, so that the throat area is relaxed, and the hole is also opened.

The left hand took advantage of the opportunity to introduce a large amount of qi, and pushed the spikes out of the hole with qi.

At this point, the treatment after that is very simple and only requires a few doses of medicine to be cured.

With Sun Wenyuan's treatment, a foreign body slowly appeared in the throat of the middle-aged man.

Sun Wenyuan wrapped it in qi and let the foreign body stay in his throat temporarily.

After he got the needle, he made the middle-aged man cough up.

With a cough, a bloodshot mass of foul-smelling phlegm appeared on the ground.

"Try to swallow a few times and see how it goes?"

The middle-aged man was very obedient, and Sun Wenyuan asked him to do whatever he wanted.

After a few swallows, he didn't feel the slightest pain.

"Okay, really good.

Sun Wenyuan didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the medicinal herbs drying in the courtyard.

After some searching, I found a few pieces of ginger in the corner.

"Drink more ginger water in the future, and the sore throat will be cured. In addition, don't smoke the cigarette, you used the wrong method......"

Sun Wenyuan explained to the middle-aged man, and then sat in the courtyard to rest.

This treatment, although it is a minor illness, the consumption is not small, and he needs to recover his breath.

When the middle-aged man saw Sun Wenyuan's appearance, he hurriedly called his mother-in-law to come out and serve tea and water.

He went into the house and took out a half-used wild ginseng.

When he was about to cut the ginseng slices with a knife, Sun Wenyuan stopped him.

"Although ginseng is a great rejuvenator, it is not suitable for all situations. Don't waste your efforts, leave it to those who need it!" Sun

Wenyuan drank a few sips of the farmhouse's homemade camellia and rested for a while before recovering.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already prepared all the tables, chairs and benches that Sun Wenyuan needed.

He also tidied up the eaves of his house very intimately and vacated a large area.

"Doctor Sun, let's see a doctor at my house, I'll go and notify the villagers to come over, can you see it?"

Sun Wenyuan nodded, got up and sat down behind the desk.

The free clinic is just an excuse to go anywhere.

In middle-aged homes, that's just fine.

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Although there are not many people in the village, they live in scattered areas.

The middle-aged husband and wife went separately to inform them, and Sun Wenyuan was the only one left at home.

This should have been a good time to look for clues.

But Sun Wenyuan sat behind the table motionless.

He wanted to find clues, but he wouldn't do the thief's thing.

A few minutes later, the villagers who lived nearby entered the courtyard one after another.

Sun Wenyuan first maintained order before starting to diagnose the disease.

His original intention of coming here was not to provide free clinics, so he did not bring Chinese medicine decoction pieces.

Therefore, he rarely prescribes.

Most are treated with acupuncture.

When he encounters a patient who needs medicine, he will select a part of the medicinal materials in the hospital and put it next to him, and mark the medicine of whoever and whom.

When he is free, he will process the selected medicinal herbs.

The middle-aged man didn't know when he came back, and he was wearing a white coat at this time, standing behind Sun Wenyuan and watching carefully.

Sun Wenyuan didn't pay attention to it at first, and he didn't find out until the middle-aged man secretly recorded it in a small notebook.

"Is this because I don't worry about my treatment, or do I have other ......ideas?"