Chapter 437

Shennong is the ancestor of traditional Chinese medicine. Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and kept recording his experience, pathology and treatment.

All the traditional Chinese medicine of later generations are summarized, classified and even micro innovated on the basis of the ancestors of Shennong. However, although it is innovation, it is inseparable from the Pharmacopoeia basis of the ancestors of Shennong.

Later generations, whether Bian que or Hua Tuo, learned Chinese medicine from the ancestors of Shennong. Of course, they also have some ideas of their own.

They always add their own ideas on the basis of the ancestors of Shennong

And Xu Zhendong's is the most primitive inheritance of Shennong ancestors, he inherited all the ancestors of Shennong, but there are still a lot of things that he can't bear and hasn't developed.

So it's not surprising that he recognized the needling method in qingnang Jing. In that year, qingnang Jing was burned half, and there are still many that have been handed down in later generations. However, Xu Zhendong knows more about it. However, he does not belong to qingnang Jing purely. What he obtained is from the inheritance of Shennong ancestors.

"Dad, you..." Ji Hongru saw his father kneel down and kowtow sincerely to master Xu Zhendong. He was stunned.

However, he was also very surprised why the young doctor Xu recognized his Ji family's "qingnangjing" as such a secret heirloom.

Not only Ji Hongru, but also others.

Xu Zhendong looks at Ji Haixiang kneeling in front of him. Isn't he just very arrogant? Why are you on your knees now!

"Are you..." Xu Zhendong looked at him suspiciously and asked.

People's eyes converged, very puzzled by this sudden change.

Ji Haixiang looked up at Xu Zhendong. His eyes were full of respect. He didn't want to despise him. At this moment, he seemed to see his ancestors.

"Master Xu, I didn't know Taishan before. I'm sorry for offending you." Ji Haixiang said sincerely, his eyes full of piety.

Master is not something everyone can bear. It is not only a title, but also a symbol of low position,

He who can be called a master must be a master!

At the moment, Ji Haixiang calls Xu Zhendong a master! Enough to see his admiration and respect for Xu Zhendong.

"No, make it clear!" Xu Zhendong looked at him, although he didn't like him at all.

"Dr. Ji, what are you doing? Get up quickly!" Pang Shoujin hurried over to support Ji Haixiang, and Ji Hongru and others also rushed up to help.

Ji Haixiang looked at Xu Zhendong very seriously and said, "our Ji family's qingnangjing has never been recognized since it was born. I have been studying it since my ancestors got the incomplete book."

"We can't learn the essence of it all the time, we can only learn the skin, so our Ji family created a technique based on it, which is the hand of qingnang doctor. We all know that it only contains a little skin of qingnang Jing, but it doesn't count."

"However, the doctor of qingnang has made our Ji family to the top. My grandfather once said that if we meet someone who knows qingnang Jing outside, we must treat each other with the courtesy of seeing Hua Tuo himself, offer our Ji family the highest respect, and vow to follow him all his life."

"We can't forget our roots. Long ago, our Ji family was just a common people. It was Hua Tuo who gave us such a peak. We don't forget to dig a well. On behalf of the Ji family, I met master Xu!"

At this point, even if Ji Haixiang stood up, he still bowed 90 degrees to Xu Zhendong. This is the most sincere thanks.

"Dad, maybe he just happened to guess that he was not a descendant of Hua Tuo!" Ji Hongru said, his eyes fixed on Xu Zhendong. He didn't believe that Xu Zhendong knew Qing Nang Jing.

"Dad, I think what my brother said is reasonable. The biggest benefactor of our Ji family is Hua Tuo. Doctor Xu is so young, but he just guessed it by chance. He may not be the descendant or inheritor of Hua Tuo. We don't have to give this big gift. You are the owner of our Ji family."

Ji pan, who didn't speak much all the time, finally said yes. He looked at Xu Zhendong and looked at this young but deep looking man.

"Dr. Ji, they are right. I am not a descendant of Hua Tuo." Xu Zhendong said calmly, walked towards the patient's uncle, took out a silver needle, instantly operated the Qi in his body, constantly searched in his mind, and consolidated it.

"However, I happen to know the medical skills in the authentic qingnangjing."

Having said that, a silver needle was stuck in front of the patient's chest. He picked up the medical scissors and cut off the hair on the patient's head. It was very ugly.

People's eyes have been watching him, no longer speak, the atmosphere has become a little tense.

Because Xu Zhendong has never done anything since he came here. He just got to know Ji's Zhenjia medical skill and said that he could do it himself. Everyone looked at him with expectant eyes.

Xu Zhendong put the scissors back to the original position. The place he cut was like a dog gnawing. It was very ugly, but it didn't affect him to continue his treatment. He looked at Su Yike and didn't have to speak. Su Yike picked up a glass jar on the side and gave it to him.

Xu Zhendong doesn't know where to take out a yellow amulet, and then looks at Su Yike. Su Yike takes a match and lights it. The weak flame lights the Yellow amulet.

Xu Zhendong throws the burning yellow amulet into the jar. Soon drops of water appear on the surface of the jar. He picks up a piece of plasticine on the side and covers the mouth of the jar. When the Yellow amulet burns to the last point.

Bang!

Xu Zhendong in the hands of the pot instant take away the rubber, cover just cut the very ugly bare place.

Everyone was surprised!

"Is... The corpse in the green bag Sutra purulent..." Ji Haixiang looked at the jar in the young man's hand in shock, and his eyes were fixed on it. He didn't relax for a moment, for fear of missing something.

"I only heard my grandfather once mention this technique. My grandfather could not learn it all his life after studying qingnang Sutra. This technique needs a certain metaphysical foundation. Doctor Xu... God man!"

At the end of the speech, the more respectful he was, as if he had seen a God.

His grandfather can't learn all his life, but this young man can easily show it. It seems that this man has profound metaphysical attainments.

It's not too much to call it a master!

See Ji Haixiang's change so big and his words, more surprised to see.

One after another, they came to see the thick white smoke in the jar. They couldn't see what was changing inside, but Xu Zhendong kept pressing the jar with his hand. About five minutes later, the silver needle in front of the patient's chest was taken out.

"Er..."

At the moment when the silver needle was taken out, the patient suddenly widened his eyes, as if with a very comfortable groan, and looked around with a blank face.

Bang!

A sound, Xu Zhendong pulled out the pot, smoke filled the pot out of a lot of smoke, gradually dispersed, but saw a small half bottle of milky liquid in the glass jar.

In the patient's head is to see the milky liquid sticky hair.

"This..."

The crowd was shocked.

"People wake up? Like someone who's okay! "

Ji Hongru watched in shock as he sat up and looked at everyone blankly.