"Please stay, donor!"

The horses stopped in front of their carriage.

The monk said in a hurry, "The abbot suddenly fainted. Please ask the donor to go back and see what's wrong with our abbot?"

An Ning's undepressed excitement was severely extinguished by this basin of cold water at this moment.

It was her, I thought too much.

But the next moment, she quickly returned to her calm.

After all, saving people is important.

If it weren't for the crisis, the monk wouldn't be so nervous.

She quickly ordered Guan Yu, "Go back, hurry up!"

"yes."

Guanyu made the carriage turn around and quickly rushed to Linghe Temple.

Arrive at Linghe Temple.

An Ning didn't stop at all and followed the monks to the hall.

Maybe it's because it's a little too fast.

An Ning accidentally tripped by the stone beside her and almost fell down.

"Be careful!" The monk beside her grabbed her.

Suddenly approaching...

An Ning raised her eyes and looked at him.

He quickly let her go and said, "Be careful with the donor."

An Ning nodded.

The monk strides forward again.

An Ning followed behind.

At that moment, he couldn't help but touch his arm that he had helped.

Is the feeling of becoming more and more familiar, really just an illusion?!

An Ning followed the monk into the hall.

The abbot was placed on the soft cushion of the hall and was unconscious at this moment, and he was foaming in his mouth.

There were many monks around him, all looking at the abbot nervously, at a loss.

An Ning hurried over, squatted down and went directly to treat the abbot's condition.

The older monk looked at An Ning, and his face changed significantly. He turned to the masked monk and said in a complaining tone, "Didn't you ask you to find Doctor Feng? Why did you call Ali?!"

The masked monk's voice was neither slow nor anxious, but his tone was extremely firm, "Her medical skills were higher."

An Ning's fingers were slightly moved.

She pursed her lips and continued to take the abbot's pulse seriously.

"Does Physician Feng come from the palace, or is the best Chinese medicine skill in the palace? Ali is just a doctor in the martial arts world!" The older monk may have been anxious at this moment, and he didn't care about An Ning, to put it bluntly, "This plague was cured by the doctor Feng, and this doctor is just cooperating with doctor Feng to treat..."

"If you don't want your abbot to pass away, just shut up!" An Ning said coldly, her tone was not good.

The older monk turned around and looked at An Ning fiercely.

He turned around and said harsh words to the masked monk, "If something happened to the abbot because of you, I will definitely not spare you!"

The masked monk did not answer.

It seems that I don't take the words of an older monk to heart.

At this moment, all my attention was on the abbot, on the doctor in front of me.

The hall became quiet.

After An Ning took the pulse, she said, "The abbot was in food poisoning. What did he eat today?"

The monk in charge of diet quickly replied, "I didn't eat anything, I ate according to the diet of the abbot."

"Think about it again." An Ning asked the monk while taking out the medicine box and starting to do acupuncture and detoxification for the abbot.

The monk thought about it and suddenly thought of something, "I planned to pour out the cakes I didn't finish last night, but the abbot said that the food could not be wasted, so he asked me to take them out for him to eat. I don't know if it was a cake..."

An Ning nodded.

It should be eating expired food.

It also verified its own diagnosis results.

She quickly gave the abbot an injection, and then said to the masked monk, "I want to help the abbot exhale the pancakes I ate. I now use the needle to stabilize his qi and blood, and there will be no danger of life. But vomiting requires medicine. You can boil the medicine according to the medicinal materials I said, and then take it to the abbot."

"Okay." The masked monk agreed immediately.

He quickly brought rice paper, pen and ink, and squatted down to write the prescription.

An Ning said, "Three qians of Changshan, one qian of gallbladder, five qian of verata, and half a qian of verata..."

The masked monk wrote it quickly.

After writing it down, An Ning said, "Take it to me, can I see if I have written it wrong?"

The masked monk quickly gave the prescription to An Ning.

An Ning took a look.

It seemed like I had looked at it several times.

"That's right, that's all. Just grab the medicine quickly and cook it. It won't be delayed for too long. The longer the expired food is in the body, the more harmful it will be to the body." An Ning urged.

"Okay." The masked monk said quickly.

He did not hand over the prescription to anyone.

I went out of Linghe Temple to get medicine and then boil it.

About half an hour.

The masked monk came over with the medicine.

An Ning put it between her breath and smelled it.

She actually never told him how to boil medicine, but he knew everything.

An Ning calmly helped the abbot up and then poured the medicine into him.

After a while.

The abbot vomited out and vomited out all the food he had just eaten.

After vomiting.

An Ning asked someone to clean the abbot's mouth and prescribe some medicine. The masked monk took it to grab the medicine and boil it.

This has been delayed for most of the day over and over again.

The abbot finally woke up.

My whole spirit has improved a lot.

After eating some porridge, I expressed my gratitude to An Ning.

The older monk felt relieved and felt ashamed when he saw that the abbot was completely relieved and was ashamed. After all, at first he was hesitant about Ali's medical skills, and even said it without any hesitation in front of the person involved. At that time, it was because of his indifference that he was so unrestrained. Now when he thinks about it, he feels very embarrassed.

He stammered for a long time before saying, "Ali donor, I just said the wrong thing. Please don't be angry."

"Nothing." An Ning said calmly, "You are also worried about the abbot, and you understand. Besides, Doctor Feng is indeed very skilled in medical skills, but I happened to have walked not far. In desperation, this monk asked me to come back first to treat the abbot..."

An Ning turned her eyes and found that the monk wearing a mask was no longer in the hall.

An Ning looked around with her panicked eyes.

He was not found.

Where did you go?!

"Donor, what are you looking for?" the older monk asked quickly.

"Where did the monk who just wore a mask go?" An Ning asked, a little anxious.

"He should go and fetch water." The monk replied, "He is responsible for the water in the temple."

An Ning calmed down and turned to the abbot and said, "Abbot, you are not seriously injured. You will be fine if you are well recuperating. Remember not to eat overnight food next time. Next time, food poisoning will be caused. The consequences will be unimaginable if you do not treat it in time."

"Thank you for your life-saving kindness," the abbot thanked.

"You're welcome." An Ning said, "I'll go out first."

The abbot nodded.

An Ning walked quickly into the well in the courtyard with some rapid steps.
To be continued...