Under One Person: Dressed as Lü Liang, with vests all over

Chapter 20 My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Keep a Low Profile
Jishidiang and Baicaotang are both well-known sects in the world of extraordinary people.

Jishidiang's purpose is to "heal the world and save the people", while Baicaotang adheres to the aspiration of "extracting the essence of hundreds of herbs to benefit the world". Both schools have hundreds of years of heritage, and their disciples are highly sought after even in the secular world.

Therefore, when everyone heard that they were looking for someone who was good at treatment, they immediately looked at Lu Liang and Chen Yan.

Moreover, they consciously made way for a passage.

Lu Liang and Chen Yan looked at each other, stood up and walked over there, and Xu Si and Zhang Chulan followed closely behind, catching up quickly.

As he got closer, Lu Liang finally saw the appearance of the person in trouble.

The man with a rooster comb hairstyle and a lean and capable figure is one of the three people competing with Hu Jie today.

At this time, white foam was hanging from the corners of his mouth, and strands of foam were sliding down his chin. His whole body was twitching uncontrollably, and the situation did not look optimistic.

Seeing this situation, Lu Liang subconsciously used modern medical knowledge to analyze it: foaming at the mouth, convulsions all over the body...

Is this symptom of epilepsy, cerebral hemorrhage, or food poisoning?
Many possibilities flashed through his mind, but he quickly realized that the condition of a person who practices Qi should first be considered from the perspective of Qi.

Just as Lu Liang was thinking...

Chen Yan had already squatted down and started to check the condition of the man named Zhang Li.

While taking the pulse, he kept looking up and explained to the anxious people gathered around him, "I can first diagnose the cause of the disease, but we at Baicaotang are pharmacists, not doctors, and we are not specialized in this kind of emergency."

After taking the pulse for a moment, Chen Yan's brows quickly furrowed. He looked up at the person dining at the same table with Zhang Li and asked, "What did he do just now?"

"I didn't do anything!" The man in black at the same table was a little confused by this sudden question.

He looked confused, scratched his head, and recalled, "Zhang Li just said he was very hungry and was only thinking about eating."

"He ate eight-seed cake and some dried eggplant. They should be fine."

When the onlookers heard this, they all looked at Chen Yan. There were quite a few people who had eaten these things. If there was really something wrong with the food, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"There's nothing wrong with the food itself." Chen Yan replied.

"It's just that Zhang Li had a fierce battle during the day, and his internal Qi was overdrawn. He also ate too quickly, which blocked the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, causing the Qi to flow in a different direction."

The cause of the disease is clear, but the most urgent task is how to treat it.

Everyone's eyes focused again, looking at Chen Yan with anticipation.

Under these scorching gazes, Chen Yan's face was bitter, and he slowly shook his head: "I can immediately write a prescription to regulate the meridians and harmonize the Qi and blood, but his condition is urgent and dangerous. I'm afraid he won't last until the medicine is boiled."

"Then what should we do?" Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest beside him, the beads of sweat on his forehead suddenly became more intense.

……

"Let me see."

Just as Lu Liang was about to step forward, a voice suddenly spoke first.

Lu Liang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man with white hair. Behind him was a tall young woman with proud curves, who also had white hair and silver eyes.

"The young master of the Feng family of Tianxiahui, Feng Xingtong?" Someone recognized the young man's identity.

Feng Xingtong seemed oblivious to the discussions around him. He looked politely at the anxious Taoist priest and said, "Master, let me try."

The Taoist frowned, forcing a smile. "Master Feng, I appreciate your kindness. However, I'm afraid the Feng family's methods are inappropriate in this situation."

"You misunderstood, Taoist priest, I don't want to arrest a spirit."

Feng Xingtong explained while mobilizing the Qi flow in his body.

Soon, his silver pupils turned as black as ink, and his aura suddenly changed.

At this moment, he gave people the feeling not of a vigorous young man, but rather of an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

Facing everyone's puzzled gazes, Feng Xingtong continued to explain, "This is our family tradition of summoning spirits and sending generals."

"The spirits we've captured can also use some of their abilities from their lifetime!"

"The one I just summoned is Wang Zizhong, one of the nine great doctors in the world!"

His gaze fell back on the Taoist priest, "Master, how about letting me try this treatment using Master Wang Zizhong's method?"

When the Taoist heard this, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face. He quickly made way for Feng Xingtong and bowed, saying politely, "Please!"

……

Feng Xingtong knelt on one knee and squatted steadily beside Zhang Li. The Qi in his hand flowed out and attached to Zhang Li's lower Dantian, concentrating on exploring.

Seeing this scene, the people around couldn't help but talk about it.

"Oh my god, it's actually the great master Wang Zizhong! I remember that the master passed away a long time ago, but I didn't expect his soul to still exist in the world. Is this the legendary Feng family's soul-binding and general-dispatching method? It's amazing!" "Yes, Zhang Li is lucky. Who could have expected that at a critical moment like this, the great master Wang Zizhong would be able to take action again!"

"If you ask me, if even Old Master Wang Zizhong can't cure this disease, then looking at the other people in the alien world, I guess everyone else can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything."

"Don't worry, it will work!"

Feng Xingtong was not affected by these discussions. The Qi in his hands continued to flow out and entered Zhang Li's body through his Dantian.

After a while, Zhang Li's twitching body gradually calmed down, and the white foam stopped flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

"It seems to be working?" Someone in the crowd was sharp-eyed and was the first to shout in surprise.

"As expected of Mr. Wang Zizhong, it really worked. Look, Zhang Li's breathing seems to have stabilized a bit..."

Praises continued to ring out all around.

However, Feng Xingtong's expression gradually turned ugly.

He gritted his teeth and continued to increase the output of Qi flow. At the same time, he freed one hand to press on several key acupoints on Zhang Li's body.

As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Feng Xingtong's forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

Gradually, the praises from the crowd faded, and everyone finally realized something was wrong.

Because not only did Feng Xingtong's expression look wrong, but Zhang Li, who was lying on the ground, also showed no signs of waking up.

"What's going on? He's been cured, so why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"Yeah, it looked effective just now, why is there no effect now?"

Questions were raised one after another.

Feng Xingtong finally put his hand down. He slowly stood up, his brows still tightly furrowed.

Facing the Taoist priest's intense gaze, which was tinged with doubt, Feng Xingtong took a deep breath and explained with forced composure, "I used Qi to straighten Zhang Li's meridians. He is no longer in danger."

"However, when he was convulsing just now, his eight extraordinary meridians were severely damaged. Although I used Master Wang Zizhong's medical skills to my utmost to remedy the situation, I could only save his life. These injuries... are truly beyond repair."

"So, he won't wake up for the time being."

"Also," Feng Xingtong paused before continuing, "because his meridians are severely damaged, he may never be able to practice Qi again."

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed because Zhang Li's life was saved, suddenly became tense again, so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

Although his life was saved, for a practitioner, his meridians were damaged and he would never be able to practice Qi again. This situation may not be better than death.

For a moment, all sympathetic eyes were turned to Zhang Li lying on the ground.

……

Just when the atmosphere at the scene became so tense that it was almost stagnant, Lu Liang walked to Zhang Li's side and squatted down.

He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the Taoist priest beside him, whose face was filled with sorrow and almost looked ashen, and said, "Don't worry, there is still a chance."

After saying that, he took out the set of "sugar needles" from his arms.

No one stopped Lu Liang, but there was no hope in everyone's eyes.

"If even the great master Wang Zizhong can't do it, how can others possibly do it!"

"Perhaps this is Zhang Li's destiny."

Lu Liang ignored these questioning looks and said calmly, "Someone, take off Zhang Li's shirt."

After he finished speaking, the Taoist priest next to him was still a little hesitant, but Chen Yan had already moved swiftly. He helped Zhang Li take off his shirt in a few seconds, and did not forget to wipe the white foam left at the corner of Zhang Li's mouth with the clothes he took off.

Lu Liang stretched out his hand and placed his fingers firmly on Zhang Li's wrist.

Lu Liang had no doubts about the diagnosis results given by Chen Yan and Feng Xingtong. Moreover, the Qi diagnosis method he was using came from Lin Yin's memory. He had never practiced it in practice and was not very proficient in it.

This act of taking the pulse is more of a formality.

Soon, he took his hand away and picked out a medium-length needle from the set of "plain needles".

Lu Liang's series of calm and composed movements seemed to have an invisible attraction, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

For a moment, everyone present held their breath unconsciously, their eyes fixed on him, watching his every move with full expectation and uneasiness.

Holding the silver needle, Lu Liang steadily inserted the needle into Zhang Li's Chengqi acupoint. After the needle entered the acupoint, he exerted a little force with his fingers and gently turned the silver needle, performing the "twisting" acupuncture method from the "Eight Gates and Five Methods".

This set of acupuncture techniques is exquisite and mysterious, but at best it can only straighten out the meridians as Feng Xingtong just said.

What Lu Liang really wants to use is the "red hand" in Shuangquan's hand!
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