In modern times, there is instant killing, and Wang Anran is now treated instantly, absolutely instantly, but the needle is taken out and the needle is collected. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Conghu's strange disease was cured. Modern medicine is developed, and this kind of thing is not difficult to do, but in ancient times, this was definitely a shocking feat, which can shock everyone in seconds, which is a miracle!

Zheng Conghu's tongue had just retracted and he couldn't speak immediately, but Han Jiuzheng asked repeatedly, asking how Wang Anran cured the disease?

Wang Anran didn't want to explain anything. In fact, even if it was explained, it would be useless. Not to mention that it was difficult to encounter this disease next time, even if it happened again, Han Jiuzheng could not draw it. Not to mention drawing a ladle according to the gourd, even if he was asked to draw a circle according to the gourd, he would ensure that he would not draw it round!

Wang Anran stared at the strong horse. This horse is so good. Even if he doesn't know how to look at the horse, he knows that it is a very good horse. It is hard to see such a good horse in modern times. In ancient times, it was a waste of this horse.

Zheng Conghu finally could speak, so he jumped out of the car, bowed deeply to Wang Anran, and said vaguely: "Thank you for your help, young master. You not only saved my tongue, but also saved my life, and saved my reputation as the Zheng family. How can you call me?"

"My name is Wang Anran, so I live in Chengguan Village in front. You are a general, but after hearing the urgent military situation or something happened at home, you were shocked and even got this strange disease?" Wang Anran was afraid that there would be war in Liangzhou. After two days of good days, he would be about to fight. He didn't want to be a refugee.

Zheng Conghu hesitated for a moment and said that he was a playboy, but he received education from aristocratic families since he was a child. The reason why aristocratic families can exist for a long time naturally has a complete set of rules that are passed down. One of the rules is that you cannot lie to those who have kindness. If you lie to your benefactor, who will mercede to yourself again in the future?

Although it was very embarrassing, Zheng Conghu still told the truth. He said: "The last general, my official... My name is Zheng Conghu. Today I encountered a robber. There were too many people. In order to protect the merchant, when I was confronting the robber, I fell off the horse, which caused this strange disease. Fortunately, I did not suffer in vain. The robber has escaped and did not dare to approach the pass!"

He was telling the truth, but he changed his statement. Not only did he not lose face, but he would also think of him as a very responsible officer. The whole sentence was false and reasonable, but it could lead people to think about the truth of the matter. This is the ability of the children of aristocratic families to speak. In this era, most people would never be able to say such words.

Han Jiuzheng was very impressed. It seemed that the captain had a poor ability to go to the battlefield, but his ability to deal with people was very clever. What he said was so admirable.

Wang Anran said, "It's not enough to start a war, there are robbers everywhere, especially on the Silk Road. They have never been wiped out completely. As long as the robbers don't enter the pass, he nodded and said, "I admire the general's bravery and the stability of Liangzhou." He paused and said, "But the car and horse are medical expenses, you still have to pay me!"

If it were before the treatment, Zheng Conghu would most likely refuse, but he could not speak at that time. Now that the disease has been cured, even if he might not agree before, he must agree now. No matter how dandy the children of aristocratic families are, there is a little bit of responsibility. If the military vehicle is sent out, he will be sent out. So what if the consequences are to be borne by him!

Zheng Conghu pulled the horse's reins and said, "It's for you to send me to Mr. Wang. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely visit your house. Chengguan Village, right? I know." He waved his hand and asked a cavalry to unload the saddle and gave it to Wang Anran.

Wang Anran was overjoyed and completely forgot that he would not be able to drive the carriage. He took the reins of the horse and said with a smile: "Good, General Zheng will get a strange disease again in the future, just come to me!"

Zheng Conghu swallowed his saliva and thought to himself: "Another strange disease? Once was not enough. I almost lost my life!" He told Wang Anran not to tell what happened today, and then said goodbye and led the team back to the military camp. He was too embarrassed today, so he had to go back to the camp to have a good rest, and then ask someone to call his good friend to get back his face in his good friend.

Han Jiuzheng did not return with the brigade, stayed in the local area, and smiled, and said to Wang Anran who was watching the horse: "Prince Wang, Zheng's strange disease is called tongue stiffness, how did you cure it?"

He shouldn't have asked this, but he couldn't help it. Wang Anran's technique was so shocking that he couldn't help but ask. He really wanted to know.

In ancient times, doctors' medical skills were either inherited from the ancestral schools or had masters. The secret recipes passed down by ancestral schools were generally not passed to disciples, but could only be passed to their own nephews. Therefore, even if a doctor has a master, he had to work hard to achieve it. Working hard not only means studying medical skills, but also means "inadvertently" obtaining certain secret recipes.

Not to mention other aspects, you can see the confidentiality of medical skills from one aspect, that is, if a doctor reaches the level of a famous doctor and wants to compile medical books by himself. If it is not a medical book ordered by the court, then medical books can only be published in the later years of the doctor or even after his death, because medical books often involve mentors or secret recipes obtained by "inadvertently". Once the medical book is published, it is very likely that he will offend some other doctors and cause disasters for his descendants. Of course, there are exceptions in everything. A medicine king like Sun Simiao, with his unshakable status, can publish a book any time.

The confidentiality of medical skills has caused many medical skills to be lost, which is not conducive to the development of traditional Chinese medicine, but this era is like this and no one can change it.

Wang Anran tilted his head and looked at Han Jiuzheng, saying, "I pierced the acupoint under the tongue. What acupoint do you think I pierced?"

Han Jiuzheng felt very embarrassed. He knew that he shouldn't ask. No wonder the other party beat him. He said, "But Jinjin or Yuxue? These two acupoints are under the tongue!"

Wang Anran shook his head and said, "If you want to learn my medical skills, I will tell you that it is not these two acupoints that I stabbed, but Ah acupoints. You understand!" As he said that, he pulled the horse reins and walked home. He couldn't drive the carriage, so he could only walk home with his horse.

Han Jiuzheng was stunned and murmured: "Ah, this hole? How could it be this hole?"

Ashi acupoint, also known as Budding acupoint or Tianying acupoint, these acupoints are generally determined according to the disease position and have no fixed location or name, so it is extremely difficult to pierce this type of acupoint!

When Han Jiuzheng came to his senses, he saw that Wang Anran had already walked away. He shouted loudly: "Young Master Wang, how did you achieve accurate recognition of acupoints? Can you tell me?"

When the words came out, Wang Anran stopped and turned to look at him. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man's figure was lengthened. Although it felt a little thin, it became a little more gentle.

The boy shrugged slightly and replied loudly in an unquestionable tone: "I'm confused!"

"My mother!" Han Jiuzheng sat down on the ground with a thump!

Wang Anran ignored him and led the horse back to the village. Fortunately, the strong horse was well-trained and very obedient. Otherwise, with Wang Anran's ability to lead the horse back, he wouldn't have gotten it back.

When I entered the village, a large group of children gathered around me and clapped their hands and shouted, "Ma, Brother Anran, you have a horse. Do you want to raise a horse in the future?"

The child who had worn open-crotch pants and was slower than others in everything, also ran over with his calves and shouted, "Cow, raise cattle, give birth to babies!" He still didn't expect that the important part of seeing the fairy was still too young. He couldn't forget the fairy even if he raised a cow, otherwise he would give birth to babies!

Many villagers also ran over and coaxed the children away. What kind of cows are this? They can't tell the difference between the cows? They deserve to be beaten! The villagers gathered in front of the carriage, asking endlessly, and asking Wang Anran who owns the carriage!

Wang Anran proudly and proudly said loudly: "Of course it's mine. This was given to me by a general at the other side of the pass!"

"Which general, why did he give you a carriage?" The villagers continued to ask, driven by their desire for knowledge.

"Because I stabbed him with a needle, he gave me the carriage and horse!" Wang Anran said everything, saying everything.

The villagers are all surprised. You stab the general with needles, and the general will give you such valuable things as carriages and horses. Is that general sick?

Wang Anran smiled and said, "He is really sick, you really guessed it right!" After a pause, he said, "Puncture him with a needle, it's considered a waste of time. But where to do it, it's worth the price of a good horse and a good car. Okay, I'm going home. Let everyone give in, you'll block the road!"

Under the moon, he led his horse to the gate of his yard. Hearing the noise outside, Wang Duosun and Feng came out together, and the rabbit came out jumping out.

Wang Anran said: "Dad, mom, our family will have a carriage and horse in the future. Then go to the fields to collect grapes. Let's drive the carriage!"

Wang Duosun looked at the carriage, but shouted: "Son, whose carriage is this? Go back quickly. Oh, isn't this a military car?"

Feng was also panicked and shouted: "Anran, where did you pick up this carriage? Hurry up and throw it back. Be careful to join the army and raid our house!"

Wang Anran tied the horse to the small tree in front of the door, but he couldn't unload the horse and could not pull the horse off the carriage. He had to say, "It was not picked up, it was given by General Zheng at the gate. I cured him. Our ancestors appeared again. Let me tell you in detail, now remove the horse first!"

Wang Duosun couldn't unload the horse, and Shen Dayao squeezed into the crowd. His family had no horses. In fact, there were no horses in the whole village. However, the Shen family had cows and ox carts. He could unload the horses and helped unload them.

Shen Dayao asked the villagers to scatter, but he followed Wang Anran into the yard. Wang Duosun and Feng were both afraid of suing, so they kept asking Wang Anran to tell the reason.

Wang Anran had to tell the story in detail. He had discovered a rule. No matter how bizarre, as long as he relied on the appearance of his ancestors, Wang Duosun and Feng would definitely believe it. They would not worry about how bizarre this matter was. Instead, they would worry about whether it was the appearance of the ancestors of the Wang family or the appearance of the Feng family.

Hearing Wang Anran's words, Shen Dayao fell into deep thought. When he returned to his home, he murmured to himself: "Does it be time to repair my Shen family's ancestral hall? I haven't visited my ancestors for a while!"

In the yard, Tubao suddenly shouted: "We have a horse and a car. Should we have a good meal tonight?"

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