Qian Yi, courtesy name Zhongyang, was from Dongping, Shandong.
His father was also a master of medicine, but due to his love of alcohol and socializing, he disappeared at sea with friends when Qian Yi was three years old.
After his father's death, he was adopted by his uncle.
Coincidentally, his uncle was also skilled in medicine, so Qian Yi could be considered to have come from a family of physicians.
Qian Yi was frail and sickly since childhood. After studying medicine, he often treated himself.
However, the diagnostic methods he used for his own treatment would undoubtedly have led him to be committed to a mental asylum in later generations.
While he could use the four diagnostic methods of observing, listening, inquiring, and palpating for others, these were of no use when treating himself.
Thus, he developed the concept of "intentional therapy."
It sounds rather mystical, akin to the "inner vision" described in Taoist legends.
But at its core, there were indeed some similarities.
He knew his own body best. After a period of calm introspection, he began to prescribe medicine for himself. However, after taking it for some time, his illness worsened.
He called his condition "Zhou Bi" syndrome, and if the "Bi" invaded the internal organs, it would signify the end of his lifespan.
Therefore, he conceived another idea: to transfer the "Bi" spread throughout his body to his limbs.
From then on, he adjusted his prescriptions, taking them at fixed times and dosages daily. After a period, his left hand and left foot suddenly became unable to extend.
Anyone else would have been terrified by this progression of the illness, but Qian Yi was delighted because he had validated his hypothesis.
He then managed to procure a century-old Poria cocos as a medicinal guide, concocted a third type of medicine, and took it. Over time, he actually cured his sickly body.
The only drawback was that his left hand and left leg suffered from sequelae, making movement somewhat inconvenient.
Compared to treating himself, he was more adept at treating pediatric illnesses and also authored medical books such as "Qian's Direct Principles of Pediatric Syndromes," "Subtle Analysis of Shang Han Lun," "Treatise on Infants," and "Qian Family Pediatric Formulas."
The reason Fang Er chose to seek him out for Lu Benwei's treatment, rather than returning to the Great Tang to find Sun Simiao, was that in addition to the aforementioned works, Qian Yi had another treatise.
"Craniology Formulas"
"Cranium," of course, refers to the head.
"Xin" (囟), pronounced with the fourth tone, refers to the unfused fontanelle on an infant's head.
From this, it can be seen that Qian Yi had profound expertise in treating cranial diseases.
Returning to the main topic, great scholars are often not very skilled in interpersonal interactions.
Qian Yi was somewhat awkward due to Fang Er's enthusiastic demeanor. He said somewhat reservedly, "Perhaps, Qian could first examine the patient?"
"Mr. Qian truly possesses the compassion of a physician. Please, this way!"
Fang Er unleashed another wave of his gratuitous flattery and personally led Qian Yi, walking in front.
This was a master of pediatrics. If his own child were to have any minor ailments in the future, he would inevitably have to trouble this person, so it was best to foster a good relationship.
In a small courtyard on the outer edge, several Torch Team members guarded Lu Benwei and Chen Qun. Upon seeing Fang Er followed by a limping man carrying a medicine box, they quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Greetings, Gongye."
Fang Er nodded slightly and said, "You guard outside. I will take Mr. Qian inside to treat their injuries."
Entering the room, Lu Benwei was still lying there unconscious, while Chen Qun had improved significantly and was awake.
Without a word, Qian Yi went to Lu Benwei's bedside and began his examination.
He checked the pulse, lifted the eyelids, opened the mouth to examine the tongue, pressed the fingers, and finally felt the large lump behind his head.
This entire process took a full half hour.
During this time, he had not uttered a single word. This method, in traditional Chinese medicine, is also known as "blind diagnosis."
After assessing Lu Benwei's condition, he took out a handkerchief from his怀, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and said to Fang Er.
"The condition of the person on the bed is both serious and not serious."
"Simply put, he usually has an excess of Yang fire and disharmony of Yin. Under external impact, the Yang within his body lost control, causing his spirit and consciousness to become withdrawn."
"The injury behind the head is merely a trigger; the root cause lies within the body."
"After I prescribe three doses of medicine for him and perform acupuncture later, he will awaken in three days. As soon as possible, find a woman to help him achieve Yin-Yang harmony."
Fang Er was stunned by his words. Too much Yang energy, was this fellow simply holding it in?
Without waiting for him to speak, Qian Yi immediately opened his box, took out paper and a brush, and began writing the prescription.
The consultation fee was entirely at the discretion of the patient's family. They only treated patients and did not sell medicine. They would leave the prescription, and the family would purchase the medicine from the pharmacy themselves. This was the practice of physicians.
Even if a patient could not afford the medicine, they would sometimes give them money, as saving a life was paramount.
The greatest physicians should be thus!
By the time Fang Er recovered from his shock, Qian Yi had already handed the prescription to Ge Luoyang and was beginning to administer acupuncture.
The needles he used were the same as those used by Sun Simiao—extremely fine silver needles, barely thicker than a strand of hair. An amateur attempting to use them would likely find it difficult even to pierce the skin.
Yet, such soft silver needles in his hands were as rigid as steel needles. With a slight flick of his wrist, he inserted one into Lu Benwei's head.
Fang Er could not understand the acupuncture technique, but he sensed that the skill was extraordinary.
When he examined Chen Qun's leg, he truly felt Qian Yi's prowess.
"This leg injury has been here for a few days. Why has it been splinted like this?"
Qian Yi then removed the splint from Chen Qun's leg. After carefully palpating it for a moment, he shook his head and sighed.
"The bones have grown crooked. Bear with it, it will be well soon."
With that, he began to pat Chen Qun's leg.
"Slap~ slap~ slap~"
"Slap~"
"Ah~~ hiss~"
"Slap! Slap~~"
"Oh~~"
"Here it comes~~"
"Crack!"
His light patting suddenly turned into a press of his palm onto the shinbone, and a crisp sound was heard. Chen Qun's eyes widened instantly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Ah~~ it hurts, it hurts, it hurts~"
"Alright, apply the splint, paste the medicinal plaster, new bone will grow in ten days, and you'll be fully recovered in two months," Qian Yi said, shaking his wrist to comfort him.
Fang Er was completely bewildered throughout the entire process. Were these two people just patients and a doctor moments ago?
What on earth was going on? It felt like a certain kind of scene!
"Rumble~~~"
A sudden loud noise came from the east. Fang Er subconsciously looked at his wrist.
One hour and forty minutes!
From the time he saw the pillar of fire in the east until now, it had been exactly one hour and fifteen minutes!
The speed of sound is 340 meters per second. Calculating this, the location of the volcanic eruption was at least 1500 kilometers away from here.
At this distance, if it wasn't Mount Fuji, then what could it be?
Silver Mountain!
Damn it, my Silver Mountain is in danger!
Fang Er suddenly felt a pang of heartache. That was tens of millions of points!