Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 368: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 35

Sirong still finds it funny when she thinks about it now: "If I had known you were so serious, I should have mixed in a few recipes. Who knows, you might have become the best chef in the Divine Doctor Valley by now!"

The old valley master blew his beard and glared at me when he heard it: "You little girl! The "Secrets of the Golden Wound" that you stuffed into me back then contained half a Western atlas. It took me three months to figure out what those weird drawings were!"

He became proud again and said, "But if it weren't for this opportunity, I would never have thought that I could open the stomach of a living person to treat illness!"

"You didn't experiment on living people, did you?!!!" Sirong asked in horror.

"How could that be!" The old man was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, his white beard curled up. "Don't even move the dead, let alone the living! I'm a serious doctor!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Sirong breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that the old man would dig up other people's ancestral graves on a whim because of the medical book she had casually stuffed in his pocket.

You know, things like surgery, anatomy, and so on.

In modern times, there is a complete system, and it is normal for medical schools to dissect corpses for research.

But in this era, it is still a bit too unorthodox.

Not to mention the poor conditions.

There is no sterile environment, no precision instruments, and even the hemostatic forceps are improvised.

Sirong couldn't help but shudder when she imagined the old man holding a scalpel like a kitchen knife and gesturing on the patient's belly.

"You better be careful," she couldn't help but remind him, "this gutting job can be fatal if you're not careful. Don't even think about curing the disease or saving lives, or people will burn you like a monster!"

The old man waved his hand nonchalantly, "Don't worry! I've practiced on rabbits hundreds of times, and I even know how many bends their intestines have!"

As he spoke, he pointed proudly at the lively "patient" in the yard and said, "See? This wound was just stitched the day before yesterday, and now it's running faster than anyone else!"

Sirong looked at the rabbit that was jumping up high with its hind legs still wrapped in gauze, and she was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Is this little old man a medical genius or a madman?

Young Valley Master Sirong also saw him. He was much taller than she remembered, with an upright posture. He was no longer the little boy who used to jump behind the old Valley Master.

Those eyes were still clear and bright, like the cleanest spring water in the mountain stream, but they were less ignorant and more steady.

Standing there, neither humble nor arrogant, with a gentle scholarly air between his eyebrows, he looked like a young scholar from a modern university.

He didn't have the roughness of a man of the world, nor the arrogance of a child from an aristocratic family. He just smiled quietly, making people feel inexplicably at ease.

"With that kind of temperament, if he were in modern times, he'd probably be a top student in a medical school, right?"

The position of the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor Valley has never been hereditary.

The rules have always been like this. The position of Valley Master is determined not by background but by ability.

The one who could become the Young Valley Master must be the most outstanding medical student of his generation. It was clear that this child had the potential to be a top student.

Sirong and the others came at the right time. In less than a year, Wen Yun would be going down the mountain with his fellow disciples to gain experience.

In other words, he hasn't met the heroine yet, so there's still time for everything.

Now the only problem left is how to keep them in the valley and prevent them from going out for the time being.

The old valley master is a bit rebellious, and the more he is persuaded, the more stubborn he becomes.

Sirong knew the old man's temper too well.

If he was told directly that "your apprentice will die if he goes down the mountain", he would probably take his medicine box and take Wen Yun to the martial arts world on the spot, to see with his own eyes what "fatal disaster" meant.

We have to find a way to keep them in the Valley of Divine Doctors for a few years.

Compared to the original plot, the Valley of Divine Doctors secluded itself from the world and closed itself off for a few years, which is still acceptable.

Besides, we are not from the Divine Doctor Valley and cannot go out. We just need to keep Wen Yun in the valley.

Sirong tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, then suddenly looked up and smiled, "Little old man, I heard that when you were young, you were famous for your 'Nine-Turn Golden Needle Technique'?"

"Of course!" the old man said proudly, his beard raised. "Back then..."

"How about we have a competition?" Si Rong interrupted him, a sly look flashing in her eyes.

"If I win, you and Wen Yun will stay in the valley for three years. If I lose..." She paused, "My maid and I will stay in the Divine Doctor Valley and won't return to the capital for three years. How about I teach you all the skills of Western medicine?"

When the old valley master heard that Sirong was going to teach him the full set of Western medical techniques, his eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf seeing a meat bun, his beard stood up in excitement.

"Okay, okay! It's settled!" He slammed the table, threw up his sleeves, and said proudly, "The last thing this old man fears in his life is a bet! Come on, let's play two out of three. You set the questions, and I'll take them!"

Sirong raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a sly glint in her eyes: "Valley Master is straightforward."

Round 1: Identify 10 Poisons. Blindfolded, enter the "Forest of 100 Poisons" and identify ten poisonous plants using only your sense of smell and touch. The time limit is one stick of incense. The winner is the one with the highest accuracy.

Sirong deliberately let him win. The old valley master won easily, stroking his beard triumphantly: "Little girl, it's not too late to admit defeat!"

Si Rong pretended to be annoyed: "The Valley Master is very capable, it's my fault for not learning the skills well enough."

In fact, she had already calculated that she would let the old valley master take the bait completely by giving him a chance to play.

Second round: Golden needle acupuncture point,

Blind acupuncture: Two people need to be blindfolded to perform acupuncture, inserting the needle into three random acupuncture points on the bronze man.

The needle follows the Qi: Every time a needle is inserted, the internal mechanism of the bronze man must be shaken with internal force, causing the bronze man to lift his arms, open his mouth, and other movements, proving that the acupoint is activated.

One wrong stitch and you lose.

The old valley master was confident: he had practiced the "Nine-Turn Golden Needle Technique" for fifty years, and acupuncture with eyes closed was as natural as breathing.

The first needle was injected into the "Quchi point". The needle went three-tenths of an inch into the flesh, and the bronze man's right arm was lifted up with a "click", winning applause from the whole audience.

But when he gave the last needle to the "Tan Zhong Point", the old valley master was too confident and did not notice that the mechanism of the bronze man here was rusted due to age, and his internal force was not enough to activate the movement.

However, Sirong's three injections successfully activated the bronze man's movements and won the game.

The third round: diagnose and prescribe medicine.

Outside the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, there were many patients who came from far away to seek medical treatment. Six people were found, and Sirong and the old valley master each randomly treated three people.

They both handled the first few patients very well.

As for the last two, Sirong's was a woodcutter. He broke his left leg, and the bone pierced his flesh, bleeding profusely.

Sirong took out a simple homemade splint and catgut, first flushed the wound with liquor, then quickly sutured it, and finally stabilized the broken bones. The treatment was quickly completed.

On the Valley Master's side was a scholar who looked dazed and muttered to himself, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

The old valley master snorted coldly: "Hysteria! It needs to be treated with tranquilizing decoctions and supplemented with acupuncture."

Sirong carefully observed the scholar's pupils and nails, and suddenly asked, "Do you often eat wild mushrooms?"

The scholar was stunned: "...I was hungry in the mountains the other day, so I did eat some.

She immediately concluded: "Hallucination caused by fungal toxins!"