Chapter 939: My Name is Yi

For Baoxi, such a matter was clearly easier to accept. He did not go to think about why Huaxia wanted to engage in this thing called "Medicine." Even for him, when a tribesman was injured, he had to find a way to treat the wound, although there was no real way; it might just be taking dirt or ash and sprinkling it on the wound to stop the bleeding. As for whether they could survive, it depended on whether that tribesman had good luck.

The needles did not need to be left in for too long. Yi felt the time was about right, so he removed the needles from Baoxi's body and then placed them into another box. Although these needles all had to be used repeatedly, there were still specialized people who would take them away, soak them in Alcohol to disinfect them every day, and if they were not sharp enough, they would have to be polished again.

Normally, silver needles would certainly be better, but Baifeng would not refine silver, nor had he seen a silver mine. Gold was much easier to handle. In this era where everyone did not pay much attention to this relatively soft metal, and people had not carried out large-scale gold panning, naturally, gold was much easier to find.

If Baifeng were willing, he could completely arrange for people to go to the riverbeds where dog-head gold had been found and pan for gold with a broken bowl. It was just that the uses for gold were truly very few right now. Apart from making ornaments and some other utensils, there was absolutely no place that could reflect its true value. Most importantly, there was not yet the concept of currency.

Perhaps some coastal tribes had already used seashells as currency, but it could not be used as a comprehensive, universal thing. To make currency accepted by all tribes, its own value, difficulty of production, and anti-counterfeiting properties were things that must be had.

Even in many later dynasties, because the financial and monetary system was chaotic and the Citizens' recognition of currency was insufficient, Cloth was always acting in the role of currency.

Seeing that their Tribal Chief could stand up and that his complexion and state were both normal, these Suiren clan Soldiers finally completely set their hearts at ease. The servants also let out a long breath; even if Baoxi had died in the Hospital just now, the responsibility of these people would have been much smaller.

Yi now felt that having so many people crowded into his clinic was both hot and smelly, so he said impatiently, "All of you, withdraw. What are you crowding here for? I still have patients behind you, I still have to work. You all go out and wait."

The Suiren clan Soldiers did not want to listen to Yi's instruction and looked toward their Tribal Chief. Baoxi also waved his hand to let them go out: "Go, don't block people from working."

Only then did these Suiren clan Soldiers, led by the servants, exit the clinic and go downstairs. Since there were also many people on the first floor, the servants simply took them outside to wait; in any case, benches had been prepared outside.

Baoxi got up and sat on the edge of the examination bed, asking, "What is your name?"

"My name is Yi."

Baoxi nodded: "Oh, just called Yi." Because in this era, many people's names were their own professions; even hundreds or thousands of years later, it was very normal for names to be professions, such as Paoding, whose name actually also explained his work.

"Then this skill of yours, where did it come from? Did the previous generation of Yi teach it to you?"

Yi had skill in his body, and his status was high enough, so there was no need to be overly polite to Baoxi, not to mention that he had just saved Baoxi's life.

So he said briefly: "My skill was taught to me by my master, who is the King of Huaxia. His medical skill is the most formidable in Huaxia."

Afterwards, he shouted toward the door: "Come, come in and continue to see the patient."

Baoxi had not yet had time to ask his doubts again when the patient who had just been called out poked a head in at the door and tentatively asked, "Dean, is it my turn?"

The students Yi was currently leading hurriedly arranged the things on Yi's table and pulled out a chair for Yi. After Yi sat down, he beckoned: "Yes, it is you, come in."

After the patient came in, he respectfully bowed to Yi, then awkwardly smiled and nodded at Baoxi, and then sat on the chair opposite Yi.

Baoxi sat and watched all of this with great interest. He did not disturb Yi, but instead asked the student standing to the side: "Hey, kid, what do you do? Are you serving Yi?"

The student, who was listening intently, gave a sound of acknowledgment and hurriedly turned his head, answering: "I am the teacher's student, I am currently following him to learn."

"Teacher? Student?" Baoxi shook his head to indicate he did not understand, but seeing that this student did not really want to engage with him, he did not ask again and invite trouble.

After Yi determined the condition, he began to quiz the student, and the student also answered fluently according to the condition. Those who could follow Yi to learn were certainly the best among the students of the same period, gifted and talented, and would be good doctors in the Hospital in the future.

"Good, then what prescription do you think should be used for this situation?"

The student immediately bowed and replied: "I think we should use the Minor Bupleurum Decoction with modifications."

Baoxi put his hand down: "Good, you come and write the prescription."

The student immediately picked up a pen and stood at the table, bending over to write the prescription. This was the hardship one must endure to learn a skill.

Yi boredly tapped on the table, and the patient opposite also awkwardly smiled and rubbed his hands while waiting. At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from outside again. The student did not dare to be distracted and buried his head to continue writing.

The patient curiously turned to look outside, and Yi also turned to the side to take a look, only to see Baifeng walking in with big strides, followed by a large group of people.

Seeing Baifeng come, the patient hurriedly got up and was about to kneel and salute Baifeng. Baifeng casually grabbed his shoulder: "That's enough, patients don't need to salute."

Yi also hurriedly stood up, and the student also hurriedly stopped writing. Baifeng pressed his hand down: "Go on with your work."

Baoxi got up from the bed and said to Baifeng with some emotion: "Baifeng, this Huaxia of yours is truly extraordinary."

Baifeng also stepped forward to support Baoxi's shoulder, pressing him back down to sit on the edge of the bed: "How is it? I heard them say you had a sudden illness, so I hurried over."

Baoxi gave a bitter smile: "I was angered by those Soldiers of mine. They are truly too stupid, not as good as Huaxia."

Afterwards, he pointed his finger at Yi: "This Yi of your Huaxia is very formidable. He used needles to prick me a few times, and I am better. Now I feel there is no problem."

Baifeng glanced at Yi, and Yi hurriedly said: "Master, Tribal Chief Baoxi has no major problems. Liver fire is disturbing his heart. I just performed acupuncture, and I will prescribe a few more doses of medicine immediately. After drinking it for a period of time, there will be no problem."