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Sun Changgeng was only 42 years old, and his family's medical skills were not very famous, but among the ordinary people in Lantian County, he had a good reputation. It is not surprising that he could have been to treat a doctor who had so far to a poor villager. How about medical skills? He would definitely not talk about the medical ethics and character alone.

After hearing about Zhao Erbao's injuries, Sun Changgeng speculated that not to mention that he might not be able to catch up, even if he catches up, it would be a bad situation. But in Sun Changgeng's opinion, no matter whether he can catch up or not, he could not let his life die, so he followed him to Zhaojia Village with the medicine box.

After arriving at the entrance of the village, before he could even arrive at Zhao Erbao's house, Sun Changgeng and the villagers who invited him heard that Zhao Erbao's injuries had been cured by a miracle doctor. If it were an ordinary doctor, he would probably be angry about a waste of time, but Sun Changgeng did not have such an idea, but he became a little worried.

According to the condition he learned, Zhao Erbao was seriously injured. With his medical skills, he was just doing his best to do his job. Someone could cure that injury in such a short time. If he was not a miracle doctor, he would only be a liar. As a doctor, Sun Changgeng knew very well that some unscrupulous peers were scum. In order to make money, he would not care about the life or death of the sick person. If he could be deceived, he would be deceived.

So he did not rush to leave, but came to Zhao Erbao's house to see what was going on. If he really encountered a liar, he could do his best to save him. If he really met a miracle doctor, it would not be a bad thing in Sun Changgeng's opinion. Even if he couldn't learn other people's methods, both parties could also discuss medical skills.

After Sun Changgeng arrived at Zhao Erbao's house, he not only did not see the normal crying scene, but instead found that the old and young people in the family were very happy. After asking carefully, he realized that a Taoist priest came to the village, named Chunyang Zhenren, who used an incredible medical skill to heal Zhao Erbao's injuries.

Sun Changgeng, who had a preconceived idea, felt that he had encountered a liar. He hurriedly entered the room and checked Zhao Erbao's injuries. As a result, it was fine if he didn't check. As soon as he checked, he was shocked by the stitching marks of the wound that looked like a centipede and couldn't speak, and he was stunned on the spot.

After finally recovering, although Sun Changgeng understood the benefits of this method for wound healing after just a little thought, he was even more excited. In addition, the medicine bottle and strange pills made of unknown materials, Sun Changgeng knew that this time he had met a real master.

After carefully remembering all the suture wounds and the requests that someone had reminded me repeatedly on the grounds of examining the wounds, he was going to the Zhao Er family. He heard that the clan elder Zhao Qingshan, who was invited, happened to come over. Hearing that the other party wanted to see someone, he volunteered to become the "leader".

Even though he had heard that the Chunyang Zhenren was not old when he was at Zhao Erbao's house, he was still stunned when Sun Changgeng saw the Zhenren.

"The real person, this is Doctor Sun Changgeng and Sun. He has great medical ethics, medical skills and reputation among all the villages. Doctor Sun, this is the True Man Chunyang."

Zhao Qingshan, who was in the middle of the introduction, said, but he didn't forget to take a look at the oven that was halfway through the building, and some surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I have seen a real person, and the clan elders have praised him. There is no reputation. They are just doing their duty as a doctor." Sun Changgeng, who bowed his hand and said modestly.

Although he was surprised by the age and outfit of this genius doctor, Sun Changgeng, who had just seen the incredible technique, did not look down on him. After all, fame is fake. The suture wound just now was really there, as well as the treatment technique and the magical pill left behind.

"A good doctor's duty. My father once said that the doctor's parents' hearts are in love. Doctor Sun, please." Li Anran, who also replied with a greeting, reached out to make a call.

Li Anran didn't need to guess what Dr. Sun came from and knew that it must be for the "amazing" medical skills he showed when he sutured Zhao Erbao's wounds. If this method was not a big deal in later generations, people who were bolder and more careful can basically do it. If they could practice more pork, their skills would be better.

But in the Tang Dynasty, the method of using needles and thread to suture wounds to promote healing is not an exaggeration to describe it as incredible. What's more, the thread used to suture wounds before was the type of absorbable suture that would be automatically absorbed by the human body, and it would naturally be considered a magical point.

"The doctor is the parents' heart. It seems that this real person's father is a fellow disciple." Sun Changgeng, who was shocked by this sentence before he could spread, thought to himself.

After the three of them entered the house, Zhao Ermiao brought three bowls of water. This time there was really no tea, only white water, but it was boiled according to Li Anran's request. After Li Anran and his friends sat down accordingly, Sun Changgeng, who was happy to see that Sun Changgeng did not make any polite words, and directly expressed his purpose.

Knowing that his colleagues attach great importance to the inheritance of skills, no matter how anxious he is, he is not so stupid that he wants to learn the stitching technique. Li Anran naturally would not be unable to hear it, but he is not so stupid that he said everything.

Among the several superficial historical novels that Li Anran has read, there are several protagonists with "rich modern knowledge" who want to "send" benefits when they meet people. After learning some common sense about treating trauma, Li Anran put down the pottery bowl in his hand and smiled and put forward a suggestion, a win-win suggestion.

"Doctor Sun, I have a prescription on my hand that can make the Chinese patent medicine I just mentioned, which is used for nausea, chest tightness, dizziness, motion sickness, and seasickness caused by heat injury."

"It's a pity that it's really inconvenient for me to make the medicine in my current situation, so I hope that Changchuntang can help collect the corresponding medicinal materials and work together to make the medicine."

"First of all, it can effectively relieve and treat those who are trapped by heat injury. In fact, I need some adolescents to do something."

After hearing Li Anran's words, Sun Changgeng didn't care why Tang Yizhenren wanted to make money, but was very interested in the prescription.

"Since the real person is interested, I should accompany you. I just don't know the prescription..."

When it comes to the prescription for treating symptoms of heat injury, Sun Changgeng was not without it. He was even more curious about what kind of fairy prescription this young-looking real person could come up with. After a conversation just now, although it was all about medical skills, Li Anran also had some understanding of the doctor Sun who came to the door after indirect attacks.

Seeing that the other party was very interested, Li Anran, who felt that Dr. Sun should be good in terms of morality, no longer kept hiding and pretending to be mysterious. Although Zhao Er did not have "high-end" stationery such as pens and paper at home, Sun Changgeng, who was a doctor, had it with him and took it out immediately.

Li Anran, who picked up the brush, couldn't help but recall the scene when his grandfather Li Guizhen held a bamboo whip and urged himself to learn calligraphy.

"It's a good thing that my grandfather forced me to practice pretty good calligraphy. I also have to read those Taoist books and learn traditional Chinese characters, otherwise I'd really be ugly today."

Thinking of this, Li Anran, who held the pen in his hand, did not waste any more time. He dipped it in thick ink that Sun Changgeng personally grinded, and after calming down, he immediately started to write as if he was flying. Li Anran used his best running script and learned the fonts of the famous calligrapher Yan Zhenqing. Under the supervision of Li Guizhen, the handwriting was written really well.

To describe it in later Internet popular terms, it is definitely high-end, elegant and upscale. Therefore, Li Anran not only used this hand to make some appearances when he was in school. Even when he was working part-time, he also started a part-time job that was much easier than teaching ordinary characters because of this hand, but his income was richer.

"Good words! Good words!"

As a doctor, although he is far inferior to those literary masters in many aspects, it does not prevent Sun Changgeng, who is a medical master, from seeing the extraordinary word.

"Huh? Real person, this font is..."

"Oh, this is what I have trained since I was a kid. Come on, Doctor Sun, this is the prescription. I even wrote it on how to make it into a finished medicine, so it should not be difficult to understand."

Li Anran, who did not intend to mess with the words, picked up the paper specially used to write the prescription, and after the ink on it dries a little, he raised his hand and handed it over.

"This...how does this make."
Chapter completed!