Chapter 904: It Turns Out that We Are Fellow Travelers
Don't look at Fei Tanlang's old age and frailty, but he is a real triple-level master of inner strength after all!
Although the purpose is to clear the blood stasis in the body and break the shackles of old injuries.
But those punches landed firmly on Chen Xin'an's chest.
If it were someone else, he would be dead or crippled by now!
Back to his room in Junhao Hotel, he didn't alarm Mu Yezhen and the others so late.
Chen Xin'an lay on the sofa in the living room and asked Luo Niu to help him deal with his injuries.
But this kid's head is made of wood, and no matter how Chen Xin'an teaches him, he looks clumsy.
Originally vomiting blood in pain, after Luo Niu's treatment, Chen Xin'an has successfully become critically ill.
Maybe he will die of his injuries before dawn!
Luo Niu looked at Chen Xin'an's frighteningly pale face and scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.
After thinking for a long time, he slapped his thigh and remembered someone!
Taking out his cell phone, Luo Niu made a call: "Little Pigeon, come and help me! I'm at Room 6518 of Junhao Hotel!"
Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Luo Niu hurried over to open the door.
A young man in his early twenties stood outside the door.
He held the medicine box in his left hand, rubbed his eyes with his right hand, leaned against the door and said to Luo Niu expressionlessly:
"Damn Niu, you called me to see a doctor at two o'clock in the morning, you are so cruel!
Where is the person? Take me to see him!"
Luo Niu punched him in the chest and said with a smile: "I know you are loyal, little pigeon! Follow me!"
Before his fist touched the other party, he was grabbed by the other party's right hand and said unhappily:
"Don't say these nonsense! Hurry up and work, I'll go back to sleep after I'm done!"
Luo Niu made way and said to him: "The person is lying on the sofa!"
The young man walked into the living room with the medicine box, and saw Chen Xin'an lying on the sofa at a glance, frowning.
Luo Niu quietly closed the door behind him and locked it.
Still feeling uneasy, he simply tiptoed to move a chair and put it against the door.
The young man stretched out his hand and wanted to try Chen Xin'an's forehead.
But before his hand touched Chen Xin'an's skin, Chen Xin'an, who had his eyes closed, grabbed his hand with a snap!
The young man frowned and said in a deep voice: "Don't resist, I'll help you check it!"
He shook his wrist violently, trying to shake Chen Xin'an's hand away.
Unexpectedly, with just a slight movement, the other party's hand suddenly tightened!
While he was in pain, he was shocked to find that his hand was tightly grasped by the other party and he couldn't move!
The terrifying thing is that this guy is still in a semi-comatose state, and the other party didn't open his eyes at all. Everything is an instinctive reaction!
It's a warrior!
And he is a warrior with great kung fu!
The young man's face turned serious, and he asked Luo Niu: "Damn Niu, this kid was beaten, right?
It's okay if others don't know my rules, but you don't know either?
I won't save such a person, and it's none of my business if he dies!"
He stood up and turned to leave.
But Chen Xin'an kept holding his hand, so that he couldn't get away!
Oh my god!
What does that mean?
Still not letting me go?
The young man snorted coldly, and pointed his left hand at Chen Xin'an's elbow.
It can be seen that this man's kung fu is not weak, and his movements are swift and accurate in identifying acupoints.
But it's still not good enough in front of Chen Xin'an.
At the moment of touching the other's clothes, Chen Xin'an's left hand was as fast as lightning.
Grabbed his wrist with a snap, and then pulled forward!
The young man crossed his arms, and involuntarily lowered his body and came in front of Chen Xin'an!
At the same time, Chen Xinan opened his eyes, stared at him, and asked him without any emotion: "Are you looking for death?"
"Brother An, don't do it!" Luo Niu hurried over and said to Chen Xinan: "No outsiders!
This is my old classmate and a good buddy.
He is also the young generation of the Luo family and the most promising newcomer.
Luo Qianhe, known as the little pigeon!"
Luo Qianhe cursed: "People call you a head! Only you, the damned one, call yourself!"
Luo Niu ignored him and said to Chen Xinan: "He is also the owner of Jishengtang, the most famous private clinic in Kyoto! He has the most experience in traumatic injuries!"
Luo Qianhe He snorted coldly and cursed Luo Niu: "You don't need to say nice things to me, you idiot!
You know my rules. I won't care if a warrior is injured because of fighting for power!
He was injured in a fight with a warrior. He deserves it!
Go find someone else to see him!"
Luo Niu said anxiously: "Little pigeon, can you give me some face? Brother An's situation is special, you can't..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xin'an loosened his hands, pushed Luo Qianhe away, and said with disdain:
"Just let him go!
It's just a few broken ribs. I can fix it myself. No need for others to do it!"
Luo Qianhe looked at Chen Xinan with a sneer on his face and said:
"Just a few broken ribs?
Your face is dark red, your breath is short and rapid, your whites of your eyes are bloodshot, and your lips are purple. It is obvious that you have suffered serious internal injuries..."
Chen Xinan sneered and said, "It's just a minor damage to the stomach and spleen caused by the impact, which leads to poor circulation of energy.
For a warrior, it's nothing special. How can it be serious?"
Luo Qianhe's face changed, and he squinted at Chen Xinan and asked, "You also know the art of Qi Huang? Okay, then do you dare to let me feel your pulse?"
Chen Xinan glanced at him and said calmly, "Take the pulse? Do you know the art of taking the pulse?"
Luo Qianhe frowned, as if he was insulted. He pulled Chen Xinan's arm with a dark face and pressed his fingers on the inside of his elbow.
This time Chen Xinan did not resist.
And there was a slight surprise on his face.
Others press the pulse gate on the inside of the wrist to feel the pulse.
But Luo Qianhe pressed on the inside of his elbow, looking like an amateur.
There was no sarcasm on Chen Xinan's face.
Because he knew that this was the real way to take a pulse!
"New and old injuries are mixed, and the disorder of qi and blood is reversed.
It is impossible to recover from an injury like yours without two or three months!"
Luo Qianhe looked at Chen Xinan coldly and said, "What can you do for this kind of injury?"
Chen Xinan raised his chin and said to Luo Niu, "Aniu, go to the desk over there and get a pen and a note!"
"Okay!" Luo Niu turned and ran over, and soon brought paper and pen.
Chen Xinan put the note on his lap, wrote quickly on it with a fountain pen, and soon filled a sheet, handed it to Luo Niu and said:
"Aniu, help me find a pharmacy, prepare these things, and bring them back to me as soon as possible!"
Luo Niu was about to reach out to take it, but was snatched away by Luo Qianhe.
Looking at the words above, Luo Qianhe's expression changed from disdain at the beginning to solemnity. When he saw the following, he couldn't help but clap his legs and cheer!
"Yes, you can use Jin Jingtian! Why didn't I think of it?
Epimedium?
This is internal injury, not men's medicine...
No, this promotes blood circulation!
Wonderful! This trick is really wonderful!
Awesome! You really understand the art of Qi Huang, and your medical skills are profound, not inferior to mine!
Your name is Chen Xinan?
It's strange that there is such a powerful inheritor of ancient medicine in Kyoto, and I didn't know it!"
He stood up straight, folded the pharmacy, and put it in his pocket.
Chen Xinan looked at this guy inexplicably.
Luo Qianhe smiled and explained to him: "The place with the most complete herbal medicine in the whole Kyoto City is my Jishitang!
I will go back and prepare these medicines for you right away!
At the same time, I apologize to you for my attitude just now!
Since we are both inheritors of ancient medicine, you are different from those brave and aggressive warriors!
I will help you heal your injuries!"