Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 79 Imperial Physician

Emperor Baoding was suddenly struck by a finger and was unable to speak.

His body went limp, and he fell backward onto the chessboard.

Fresh blood flowed from the finger hole, trickling down the crisscrossing lines on the bluestone.

Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong.

Zhu Danchen's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sternly, "Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

Gu Ducheng and his two guards immediately drew their weapons and stood guard in all directions.

Their eyes were filled with anger as they scanned their surroundings, trying to find the culprit, but they couldn't find any clues at all.

Duan Zhengchun, Duan Yu, the three dukes of Dali, and others were shocked by the sound and rushed over.

Zhu Danchen acted swiftly, striking several acupoints, but was unable to stop the bleeding, and was momentarily at a loss.

Emperor Baoding was pale and barely breathing; his life hung in the balance.

Duan Zhengchun was both shocked and furious to see his brother in this state. He used his One-Finger Divine Skill to strike several major acupoints around Emperor Baoding's body with lightning speed.

After pressing down several times, it worked; the bleeding subsided.

Duan Zhengchun and others examined the wound and noticed that the outer skin of the hole was slightly charred.

For a moment, they couldn't quite place what kind of kung fu it was.

The accompanying physician, Mang, took out a medicine box, opened it, and applied the black gel inside to the finger holes.

The bleeding stopped immediately upon application of the ointment to the skin.

Physician Mang reached out to take the patient's pulse again, his brows furrowing slightly.

Duan Zhengchun asked, "How is your brother?"

The imperial physician sighed, "His pulse is as thin as a thread. If it weren't for His Majesty's profound skill, he might already be—"

The ministers were both shocked and furious upon hearing this, knowing that the one who launched the sneak attack must be among the heroes who had just surrounded them.

Duan Zhengchun gave orders to separate the crowd while protecting Emperor Baoding, and also ordered Gao Shengtai to search for the murderers.

The heroes in the valley were thrown into chaos.

Although Emperor Baoding treated people according to the rules of the martial arts world, he was, after all, the supreme ruler.

With the emperor assassinated, they will likely all be implicated.

Many people were secretly cursing themselves for coming here.

Many others cursed Zhong Wanchou and the ancestors of the Four Evils for eighteen generations.

With a bang.

A firework appeared in the sky.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that Gao Shengtai had fired a cloud-piercing arrow.

A commotion immediately broke out outside Wanchou Valley, with hundreds of soldiers marching out in formation.

It turns out that Gao Shengtai had taken precautions beforehand and secretly deployed troops to provide support.

Originally intended to guard against the Four Evils, Emperor Baoding was unexpectedly assassinated even though the powerful enemy had retreated.

Once the troops entered the valley, they immediately took over the defenses.

The heroes were separated into one place.

Although Gao Shengtai spoke politely, his words clearly implied that he was treating everyone as suspects and placing them under house arrest.

Duan Zhengchun used the One-Finger Divine Skill to transmit his inner energy and protect his brother's heart meridian.

Unfortunately, Emperor Baoding's aura continued to weaken, and the One-Finger Divine Skill was also greatly depleting his energy.

In a short while, Duan Zhengchun was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and was almost unable to hold on.

Gao Shengtai said to Physician Mang, "Physician Mang, you are the head of the imperial physicians of this dynasty, and also the foremost shaman of the Baiyi tribe. Do you have any good strategies?"

The imperial physician pondered for a moment and said, "The One-Finger Divine Skill is very beneficial for treating internal injuries. If Your Majesty can be sent to Tianlong Temple, I believe that the monks, including Abbot Ku Rong, and other eminent monks, can work together to treat you and perhaps save your life."

Gao Shengtai frowned: "Tianlong Temple is not a short distance away, and His Majesty is seriously injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the long journey."

The imperial physician then said, "I have two more plans! First, His Majesty's blood and energy are weak; leeches can be used to treat him! First, stabilize his heart pulse, then send him to Tianlong Temple!"

As he spoke, he opened the medicine box and took out a plump leech.

Xie was startled when he saw him take out the leeches.

"Having lost too much blood, you still want to suck blood?"

"Are you a quack doctor?"

"Mongolia? What's that?" Although Physician Mang didn't know what Xie Buruo was talking about, he was sure it wasn't anything nice.

He was so confident in his medical skills that he considered himself the best in Dali, and he wouldn't allow anyone to question him.

"What bloodletting? I use a secret blood transfusion technique. First, I use leeches to suck the blood of others, and then I transfuse it to Your Majesty!"

This startled Xie Buruo even more.

He had heard Doctor Xue complain about the backwardness of medical practices in the southern barbarian lands of Dali before, but he didn't expect it to be this far behind.

In one area of ​​Yunnan, leeches are a popular treatment.

They like to use leeches to bleed people out of any illness.

Duan Zhengchun and his men were used to it and didn't take it seriously.

Duan Yu stretched out his arm and said, "Imperial Physician Mang, quickly use my blood! I am your uncle's nephew, no one is more suitable than me!"

Duan Zhengchun was greatly pleased to see that his son had fulfilled both his loyalty and filial piety, and extended his arm, saying, "Let me do it."

Xie Bushuo shook his head and said to the arrogant imperial physician, "You don't even know the blood type, yet you dare to give blood transfusions? Besides, can you even give blood to leeches?"

These words resonated deeply with the leech, which twisted its large body and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The physician, enraged, retorted, "What do you know! This is how we in Dali have always treated people."

Xie Ruo asked, "Then how many people have you saved using this method?"

The imperial physician was speechless for a moment.

Gao Shengtai and Duan Zhengchun also silently recalled that it seemed the Imperial Hospital's success rate in saving people was not high.

Some medical practices were so cruel that many members of the royal family refused treatment when they fell ill and instead became monks at Tenryu-ji Temple.

Believe it or not, having faith in Buddhism really works; many people actually survived after going to the temple.

Those who chose the Imperial Medical Academy's treatment plan had a 90% chance of dying.

Especially the blood transfusion therapy, as far as I can remember, has never been successful.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated, saying, "The blood transfusion method seems too risky. Doesn't Physician Mang have another plan?"

When Physician Mang learned that the prince had been misled by Xie Buruo and had become suspicious of loyal ministers, he was filled with sorrow.

But he was dutiful and still offered a second plan.

"My second method is fire therapy!"

"Simply heat the iron until it's red-hot and apply it firmly to His Majesty's wound. This will stop the spread of the evil poison, and perhaps save His Majesty!"

"Your Highness, Your Lordship, time is of the essence! Please make a decision as soon as possible!"

Emperor Baoding's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he had somehow overheard the plan.

The imperial physician was overjoyed and pointed to Emperor Baoding.

"Your Highness, look! His Majesty has agreed!"

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun waved his hand helplessly: "Sigh, it seems there's no other way!"

The impetuous imperial physician excitedly ordered his guards, "Quickly prepare a branding iron, and remember to heat it as hot as possible! If it's not hot enough, it won't be able to suppress the evil poison!"

Xie would have been better off if he hadn't read the original novel.

I know that Duan Zhengchun and his brother had a deep bond.

He almost thought that Duan Zhengchun was the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on the Emperor of Baoding.

Is this a rescue?

This is clearly murder!

As a half-disciple of the divine healer.

Xie Buruo couldn't stand these quack doctors who were even more incompetent than himself.

"Wait a moment!"

Xie should speak up and stop it.

The guard who was about to start a fire stopped in his tracks.

Duan Zhengchun and the others also looked at him.

Xie Buruo said calmly, "This method is inappropriate!"

When Physician Mang saw that he had obstructed him time and time again, he couldn't help but speak up in anger.

"We can't delay His Majesty's treatment any longer! You keep saying this is wrong and that is wrong, but do you even have any way to save him?"

Xie Ruo smiled slightly and put his hands behind his back.

"I originally intended to interact with you in an ordinary capacity, but it seems that things have come to this point, and I have no choice but to reveal the truth. I once studied some medical skills under the tutelage of the divine physician Xue, the King of Hell, and the medical community gave me the nickname 'Friend of the King of Hell'."

Upon hearing this, the room fell silent.

Everyone gasped.

It's not because Xie Buruo is particularly famous.

It's simply because the name of Doctor Xue, the enemy of the King of Hell, is too famous.

No matter how seriously injured a person is, they can be cured instantly with his medicine.

Hope immediately appeared in the eyes of the Dali ruler and his ministers.

Although I don't know what Yama's friend means.

But everyone felt that Xie was not as good as this outsider monk, and that his chanting of scriptures should be better.

Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, Physician Mang knew his position was precarious and hurriedly said...

"Words are no proof! I could also say that Doctor Xue is my apprentice. What 'friend of the King of Hell'? Never even heard of him. Could he be a friend of the King of Hell?"

Several martial artists from the Central Plains were whispering among themselves in the crowd.

One of them said, "Yan Wangyou? That name sounds familiar."

Another person said, "I remember hearing a Shaolin disciple say that Master Xuancheng's meridians were severed, making him unable to move for many years. Later, someone cured him of his intractable illness with their miraculous acupuncture skills. The person who performed the treatment was apparently named Yama's Friend!"

Hearing this, the Imperial Physician became even angrier and turned around to yell, "Are you two his shills?!"

The one who could make the decision was Duan Zhengchun.

He always believed that Xie Buruo was his illegitimate son, and he also felt that Yan Wangdi's disciple should be better than the imperial physician of Dali.

"Go ahead and do it!"

Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

Since treating Xuan Cheng, Xie Buruo's confidence in his medical skills has soared, and he immediately took out the silver needles he always carried with him.

Everyone was astonished when they saw how powerful the silver needles he used were.

Xie Buruo's eyes lit up, and he plunged the silver needle in hard.

Emperor Baoding, who was originally on the verge of death, suddenly opened his eyes after being acupunctured and sat up in shock.

The ruler and his ministers of Dali were overjoyed upon seeing this.

However, before he could celebrate for long, Emperor Baoding let out a long breath, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell down again.

The crowd was filled with grief and indignation. They all knelt down and cried out to His Majesty, their voices echoing through the valley.

Upon seeing this, Imperial Physician Mang was overjoyed and pointed at Xie Buruo, saying, "He killed His Majesty! Arrest him immediately!"

Duan Zhengchun checked his brother's breathing and found that he was still breathing. He then checked his pulse and his eyes lit up with joy.

"Brother's pulse has stabilized a bit, hurry to Tianlong Temple!"