The crowd was moving forward in an orderly manner.
Zhao Yan's treatment speed was very fast, and the large clay pot behind him was almost empty.
As usual, they had to rest for about an hour at noon.
Zhao Yan looked at the people in the queue. There were not many people left, so he decided to rest after watching.
Ying Zheng and Wang Jian were standing at the back of the line, and it was their turn after the person in front finished watching.
When the two of them saw Zhao Yan, they basically only glanced at each of them. They would either charge 2 yuan for a pack of medicine or make him drink half a bowl of medicine.
There were very few who would add the ground powder into his bowl and let him drink it together with the medicine.
Some of them were clutching a certain place and crying out in pain. Zhao Yan casually pressed on another unrelated acupuncture point, and the pain disappeared.
Many of the people around him did not leave after seeing him. They just helped Zhao Yan add firewood to the pot behind him or wash the dishes.
"This young mister seems to have some ability?”Wang Jian could not help but secretly tell Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng looked at the people around him, but before he could answer, a clamor suddenly came from behind him.
"Mr. Zhao!"
"My man was bitten by a poisonous snake. Please save me, Mr. Zhao!”
A man was carried over by a few people. His eyes were tightly shut and his face was blackish-purple.
If one did not look carefully, one would not be able to see the rise and fall of his chest. It looked like he was already breathing out more than he was breathing in.
A woman stumbled over and cried as she begged Zhao Yan for help.
"Aiya, how can we save him?"
"Yeah, he's dead. Stop tormenting him. It's better to find a good place to bury him.”
"Mr. Zhao, you don't treat urgent illnesses or illnesses that take time.”
"Don't make things difficult for Mr. Zhao."
Without waiting for Zhao Yan to reply, the surrounding spectators all started talking.
The woman wiped her tears and said in despair,"This woman is stupid, but she also knows Mister Zhao's rules.”
"It's just that I really have no choice."
She touched her belly." My poor child. He's not even born yet, and the pillar of the family is about to abandon us.”
As the woman sobbed, the man suddenly twitched.
He was completely out of breath.
The woman knelt at the side and wailed.
The onlookers tried to persuade him, but Ying Zheng noticed from the corner of his eye that Zhao Yan had picked up the wooden box beside his hand.
"Get up first."
Zhao Yan squatted down and glanced at the person on the ground.
The woman could not cry beside him, so she moved to the side.
There were blood stains on her feet and two black bite marks.
He had stopped breathing, and the poison had probably already flowed into his heart along with his blood.
Ying Zheng and Wang Jian looked at Zhao Yan, who was squatting on the ground and opening the wooden box in his hand.
Was this a fight with the King of Hell?
There were 24 hollowed-out gold needles in the wooden box.
"Get him half a bowl of medicine and let him drink it." Zhao Yan ordered.”
The person carrying the man quickly reacted and filled half a bowl with medicine.
The woman's eyes suddenly flashed with hope.
The onlookers were all talking softly.
"Mister Zhao, you should be fine.”
"Yes, Mr. Zhao is still kind!”
Ying Zheng looked at the crowd who firmly believed that this man could be saved.
"Are you so sure that this little mister can save her?”
"You have to know that this person has swallowed his anger.”
The person next to him said,"Hey, you don't understand."”
"As long as Mr. Zhao makes a move, even if he's dead, he can still cure you!”
Ying Zheng nodded, but he was thinking in his heart that he should only choose those who could save him.
That was why he said that.
However, in his opinion, this man was indeed hopeless.
I wonder how far this little mister can go?
More than half of the medicine flowed out of the bowl, and only a small amount was poured down.
Zhao Yan took out a small porcelain bottle from the wooden box, poured out a pill, and pressed it under the man's tongue.
Then, he took out a bag of golden needles. The golden needles were polished to an extremely smooth surface, shining brightly under the sunlight.
"Golden needles?" Wang Jian called out in a low voice out of curiosity.
Ying Zheng moved slightly, looking at his actions attentively.
"Someone help me wash my hands with the jug of wine on my table.”
Zhao Yan took a look and casually pointed at a person."Hurry!"
He was referring to Ying Zheng. After all, the two of them looked the cleanest here.
However, Wang Jian did not dare to let Ying Zheng do this.
Marquis Wucheng, Wang Jian, hurriedly picked up the jug of wine on the table where Zhao Yan was sitting.
When he poured it on his hand, a mellow smell of wine wafted over.
Wang Jian took a deep breath. Why was this wine so fragrant?
"Those who are watching, spread out ten feet away and turn your back. No one is allowed to enter!”
"Bring the wine pot over and remove this man's clothes.”
Zhao Yan gave out instructions one by one, and the surrounding people all obediently followed.
Wang Jian's status in Old Qin could be said to be the highest of the few other than the First Emperor.
However, for some reason, he felt that there was a hint of familiar dignity in this young man's words.
He came back to his senses and quickly moved.
Zhao Yan took out an alcohol lamp from the box and started to light it.
Wang Jian, who was quickly helping the man strip off his clothes, saw this and exclaimed,"Mister Zhao, what is this?"
Zhao Yan didn't answer. After lighting the lamp with a fire starter, he roasted the golden needle on it and quickly inserted the first needle into the man's body.
Wang Jian was the closest. He fixed his eyes on it.
This golden needle was actually hollow?
He looked at the young man in front of him, who was focused on inserting the needles, in disbelief.
This young man looked to be about 18/19 years old, but he actually had such attainments?
Zhao Yan's forehead was already covered in sweat.
Concentrating on something would always consume one's mind.
"Wipe your sweat."
Zhao Yan ordered without stopping.
Wang Jian was right beside him and looked left and right when he heard that.
Ying Zheng coughed lightly, then came back to his senses.
He's supposed to wipe his sweat
All 24 golden needles were inserted into the man's body, starting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Zhao Yan exhaled and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Wine flask."
Wang Jian hurriedly handed over the wine jug.
Zhao Yan took it and picked up a sharp knife. After disinfecting it with alcohol, he made a few cuts on the man's body.
Soon, dark red blood began to flow out of the wounds.
The top and bottom of the twenty-four golden needles that were inserted into the man's body were also oozing blood.
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