When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 191 Stimulating Zhao Ji's Acupuncture Path

Zhao Ji frowned slightly when she heard Zhang Ji's request.

Although there was nothing wrong with the Queen Mother seeing the foreign ministers alone, but Zhang Ji's being alone meant that the maids and servants were going out, so she hesitated and looked around subconsciously, wanting to ask Lai Ai's opinion.

But Zhao Ji suddenly remembered that Lai Ai did not stay in Ganquan Palace last night, but returned to his Changxinhou Mansion. With Lai Ai's temperament, she must have been drunk with the diners, and it is likely that she has not sobered up at this time. Naturally, Chaoshi did not accompany her today.

Ying Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, and seeing his mother's hesitation, he explained to Zhao Ji: "Mother doesn't know something, Mr.'s medical skills are different, and I am worried that others will learn from it, so I want to be alone with my mother."

Under Ying Zheng's explanation, Zhao Ji tapped her head lightly.

All schools of thought have always cherished themselves, and regarded their own scriptures and unique learning as gold, jade and pearls, and many imperial doctors have seen this headache, and they all said they were helpless, so if Zhang Ji thinks he has the ability to cure it , it must also be the secret technique he has learned, and it is understandable that he does not want to show it to outsiders.

What's more, today's Zhang Ji can be regarded as her nephew, so it is reasonable to make such a request.

Moreover, Zhang Ji was willing to show such secret techniques to save herself, and this heart was enough to make her feel a little warm.

"Then do as you say."

With her red lips slightly parted, Zhao Ji agreed to Zhang Ji's request, and waved her hand away from the palace maid. Ying Zheng, the dignified king of Qin, was also "driven" out by Zhao Ji.

After seeing that everyone had left, Zhang Ji used his internal force to sense the surrounding area again. After confirming that no one was peeping, he saluted Zhao Ji before slowly walking forward, but still stopped after a certain distance. down the steps.Zhang Ji pondered, looking at the distance, as if he was thinking about whether he should get closer.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but chuckled softly. She was willing to show more tolerance and kindness to this man who was the first man who cared about her body besides her husband and son.

"Come forward, it's okay, no matter how you diagnose and treat today, whether it works or not, I won't blame you."

Looking at Zhang Ji's tense posture, Zhao Ji smiled a little, showing a gentle look, signaling Zhang Ji not to be nervous.

"The little nephew is... rude."

Zhang Ji took a deep breath, took a big step forward, and walked in front of Zhao Ji.

The moment he came in front of Zhao Ji, Zhang Ji took another deep breath.

It's just different from just now, taking a deep breath before was deliberately showing a nervous posture, but this time it was to restrain some of my impulses.

There was a faint smile under the white and enchanting delicate face, the gorgeous red phoenix robe was tightly fitted to the exquisite and delicate body, and a pair of delicate jade feet wrapped in light red socks protruded from the back of the buttocks.

Although Zhao Ji is 35 years old and is at the age of half wolf and half tiger, the increase in age did not make Zhao Ji look old in the slightest, but became more mature, even ripe, giving people a A kind of coquettish feeling.

Moreover, who is Zhao Ji?

The Queen Mother of Daqin!

The status bonus brought by power and status to Zhao Ji makes Zhao Ji more graceful and luxurious, and makes people more eager to conquer her.

Zhang Ji swallowed secretly, but Zhao Ji's long and narrow phoenix eyes still caught this action.

But Zhao Ji didn't feel annoyed or offended, and there was still a little joy in her heart.

No matter how old a woman is, she likes to be praised for her appearance. If there are still people who are obsessed with their own beauty, it will be even more pleasing to them.

This has nothing to do with cheating or old cows eating young grass, it's just a kind of vanity, let alone a "little fresh meat" like Zhang Ji.

"Please... Auntie, please extend your hand." Zhang Ji was still a little nervous, trembling even when he spoke.

Zhao Ji tapped her head lightly, slightly rolled up her red sleeves embroidered with golden phoenixes, and stretched out her white wrists in front of Zhang Ji.

At least in this era when the defense between men and women is very slight, doctors don't have any taboos when they treat women, so Zhao Ji doesn't have any psychological burden.

Since Zhao Ji didn't shy away from anything, Zhang Ji naturally wouldn't be polite. He put his fingers lightly on Zhang Ji's bright wrist, closed his eyes and listened to Zhao Ji's pulse.

Although he is not a descendant of a doctor or artisan, he has learned some basic medical knowledge, and he has no problem with the most basic pulse diagnosis.But what Zhang Ji is best at is acupuncture.

The most difficult part of acupuncture is not sticking the needles, but judging the acupuncture points.

Back then, Lu Goujian asked Zhang Ji to memorize the distribution of acupoints on the human body, because memorizing the distribution of acupoints can save people as well as kill people. This is the principle behind Zhang Ji's internal force in the Mohist General Hospital before piercing Wu Kuang's body with fine needles. .

After more than ten breaths, Zhang Ji slowly opened his eyes, showing a look of sadness, and sighed again and again.

"No wonder the imperial doctors are helpless."

The sadness on Zhang Ji's face instantly made Zhao Ji a little worried, and she quickly asked, "What's the matter, is there some incurable disease?"

But Zhang Ji secretly smiled in his heart.

In fact, Zhao Ji's physical condition is not bad, at least compared to Han Wangan, who was indulging in drinking and sex all day, and Zhao Ji, who was a dancer in her early years and had to do all kinds of rough work to make a living.Han Wangan has been hypnotized by hallucinogens for 16 years, but Zhao Ji has only been there for four or five years, which is nothing at all.

Zhao Ji's headache should be caused by the toxins contained in the poppies and datura flowers contained in the hallucinogenic drugs, which accumulated too much in the body, causing nerve pain.

However, after swallowing the inner pill of the Panchi giant anaconda yesterday, [-]% of the toxins contained in the psychedelic drugs deposited in Zhao Ji's body have been removed, and the remaining toxins can be recovered as long as no new addition of those psychedelic drugs is carried out. Under normal circumstances, at most one month, Zhao Ji can get rid of those toxins by herself.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Ji didn't believe that the imperial doctors in the Qin Palace could not cure Zhao Ji's illness. Those imperial doctors probably were either really incapable of curing Zhao Ji without harming her body, or they had seen through the matter. Don't dare to deal with the hidden mystery.

You must know that apart from a few self-taught doctors, most of the imperial doctors in the Qin Palace are disciples of physicians and artisans.

Not to mention Yang Qing, the son of the leader of the Fang Ji family, and Xia Wuqi, the disciple of the doctor family. Although these two are young, Zhao Ji's condition cannot be cured.

Zhang Ji speculated that the two people thought that the water behind this incident was too deep and they didn't dare to participate too much, so they said they were helpless.

He had previously asked Chao Chao how a person who had been hypnotized by psychedelic drugs could regain consciousness without harming his body as much as possible. The answer Chao Chao gave was to stimulate the acupoints.

In this respect, it was Zhang Ji's strength.

He is still very good at stimulating acupoints~dao~
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