After a while, Huidi came back panting and handed the silver needle to Wang Ping'an. Wang Ping'an opened the small box containing the silver needle and secretly praised it in his heart, thinking that this handmade silver needle was of the highest quality, even by modern standards.

  Wang Pingan said: "This set of needles is quite good. Does the host often give people needles?"

  Hui De shook his head and said, "I don't know how to use needles. This set of needlework was passed down by our temple's ancestors, but now no one in the temple knows how to use it, and it is only offered before the ancestral portrait."

  Wang Ping calmly nodded and thought to himself, "It's better if he doesn't understand." He solemnly said, "Master, the situation is this: although Master Hui Zheng's illness can be quickly cured, it is highly dangerous. If there is even a slight mistake, Master Hui Zheng will lose his life. Before I use the needle, I must explain this to you, so don't blame me if something unexpected happens."

  Hui De was taken aback, rubbed his shiny bald head and asked: "Is there another way? Can we not use needles?"

  Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "Apart from this, there is no other way to cure Master Hui Zheng's deafness. I'm afraid he will be deaf for the rest of his life."

  Huī Dé frowned and said, "Being deaf is better than being dead. Although monks don't value this smelly flesh, it's also good to light a few more lamps for the Buddha in the mortal world."

  Yang and Ding Danru exchanged a smile, both thinking: "One scare would be enough to scare him away. Look at this fat monk struggling, it's really quite an interesting thing."

  Yang looked at Wang Ping'an and nodded towards Hui Zheng, who was sitting on the ground, indicating that his son should scare this handsome young monk again.

  Wang Ping sat down and wrote on the paper: "Before getting sick, can you drink raw water? Can you sleep on a cool ground?" Then he pushed Hui Zheng.

  Hui Zheng opened his eyes, saw the words on the paper, and nodded slightly. He had traveled from Chang'an to Xuzhou, a thousand miles away, and naturally experienced hardship and fatigue.

  Wang Pingan also wrote: "The poor common people are all like this, so your illness is very common in the north but difficult to cure. I have found a treatment method and want to try it on you. If it's effective, many ordinary people will be cured afterwards. If not, there may be a risk of death on the spot." He wrote as he read aloud.

  Hui De hastily said beside him: "Wang Xiaoshi, you ask questions in this way, my master's younger brother will definitely answer. What if this method doesn't work? Won't it harm his life?"

  Yang and Ding Danru were watching from the side with great interest, wanting to see how Hui Zheng would refuse. Even if Hui Zheng didn't refuse, his expression when agreeing would be interesting enough to make them laugh. These two women, one old and one young, both wanted to see the handsome little monk's embarrassed expression!

  Who would have thought that after reading the text, Hui Zheng loudly chanted Buddhist scriptures and said: "Zheng and the young monk's intention is to use the young monk's life to help the people without illness. What can't be given up for this humble life? Please let the king and the master display their medical skills!" His face was calm and peaceful, not showing any signs of difficulty.

  Wang Ping'an looked at Yang Shi, and Old Lady Yang nodded in approval, feeling a great increase in affection for the handsome monk. Ding Danru blinked her big eyes, showing admiration.

  Wang Ping'an suddenly laughed and said: "Fortunately, Master Hui Zheng is a monk, otherwise how many hearts of young girls in love would be worried to death!"

  Ding Ding's small face immediately turned red, she didn't have any thoughts about Hui Zheng, but just felt that this monk was kind-hearted and worthy of respect. But after being spoken to by the young master, she became a lovesick girl. The little girl was embarrassed, so her face turned red.

  Hui De hastily said from the side, "Absolutely not, absolutely not. Wang Xiaoshi, my junior brother is going to take charge of the Linggan Temple in the capital in the future. If something unexpected happens to him here, how can I explain it to our master and the other seniors?"

  Wang Ping'an ignored him, picked up a Buddhist scripture from the table and gestured to Hui Zheng to bite it. Hui Zheng shook his head and refused, saying he would never bite the scripture. Wang Ping'an had no choice but to write: "I need to administer acupuncture, which requires you to open your mouth and hold something in it." If he wouldn't bite a book, how could he bite an inkstone? His teeth would be ruined.

  He could only take a few more sheets of paper, fold them thickly and let Hui Zheng bite them, then use the candle to heat the silver needle as a disinfectant. In his heart, he thought: "When I get back, I'll have to prepare some disinfectant, otherwise it's hard to avoid infection when using the needle on others again!"

  Let Hui Zheng relax his whole body, he used a silver needle to first prick Hui Zheng's Tinggong acupoint, both holes were pricked. The Tinggong acupoint is located on the face, in front of the ear screen, at the back of the lower jawbone's condyle, and when the mouth is opened, it appears as a depression, so it's not hard to find. The Tinggong acupoint is mainly used to treat deafness, it is the meeting point of Hand and Foot Shaoyang and Hand Taiyang, in order to cure Hui Zheng's hearing loss, he must first prick the Tinggong acupoint.

  Stab the Tinggong acupoint, then stab the Tinghui acupoint. The Tinghui acupoint is located in front of the anterior margin of the ear screen incision, at the posterior border of the mandibular condyle, where there is a depression when the mouth is open. This point also has the auricular major nerve and is used to treat deafness. In modern clinical use, this acupoint is generally used to treat deafness, otitis media, and facial paralysis.

  Wang Ping'an used the needle while closely observing Hui Zheng's expression, using Hui Zheng's expression to determine whether he was using the needle accurately.

  A good doctor, when the needle enters the patient's body, whether it hurts or not, is a mistake, and it is a manifestation of poor medical skills. The standard for a qualified needling technique is to make the local area of the patient produce a feeling of sourness, numbness, distension, or heaviness, this feeling does not exist on the patient's skin, but comes from the place where the needle tip reaches, and this feeling is very comfortable.

  Hui Zheng's expression was somewhat numb, but his eyes showed no signs of pain or numbness, instead, there was a hint of comfort. Wang Ping'an understood that the needle had hit the right spot.

  After pricking the two holes, Wang Pingan also pricked the Yifeng hole. The Yifeng hole is located in the depression between the mastoid process of the temporal bone and the posterior border of the lower jawbone behind the earlobe. This acupoint has a special needling technique, which can treat both deafness and dumbness. To treat deafness, it should be inserted upwards and inwards, while to treat dumbness, it should be inserted downwards and inwards. Wang Pingan was inserting it upwards and inwards.

  After the acupuncture was done, Wang paused for a moment, then slowly pulled out the needles one by one and said: "Alright, you can take the paper out of your mouth now. Your saliva is really excessive, the paper is all wet!"

  Hui Zheng obediently took the paper out of his mouth, saw that it was almost all wet, and said with a slight embarrassment: "The monk couldn't bear it, fortunately, the saliva hasn't wetted the collar yet!"

  "Ah, Shidi, you can hear the sound now!?" Huide exclaimed loudly, both shocked and delighted. He had been worried earlier, fearing that Wang Pingan would use his needle to cause an unexpected accident. Although he had hoped in his heart that Hui Zheng's deafness could be cured, he never thought it would happen so quickly. From Wang Pingan using the needle to Hui Zheng speaking, it really only took a moment!

  Hui Zheng was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and realized that he hadn't really heard the voice. He reached out to touch his ears, a smile spreading across his face!

  Yang was overjoyed and clapped his hands, laughing: "My son said he could cure it, of course he can! What's so rare about that?"

  Ding Dan's eyes sparkled as she looked at Wang Ping'an, her small face filled with smiles. The young master is too amazing, he's even more divine than a divine doctor!

  Hui De cried out: "Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor!"

  Although Hui Zheng didn't think it was a big deal to cure his deafness, he was delighted to be able to hear again. He recited an "Amitabha Buddha" and said: "This monk's condition is not an illness, but rather the result of insincere devotion to the Buddha. The king's generosity has restored my hearing, surely a sign that you have a karmic connection with the Buddha. I wonder if the king would like to take refuge in the Buddha? I am willing to...

  Yang's face sank immediately, and he scolded: "Little monk, what nonsense are you talking about? My son has just cured your ears, and now you're instigating him to become a monk. If I had known this would happen, I would have left you deaf!"

  Ding Dan's face suddenly fell, and her impression of Hui Zheng changed greatly. No matter how handsome this monk was or how kind-hearted he was, it was still wrong to advise the young master to become a monk! The little girl and the old lady joined forces and scolded Hui Zheng together!

  Wang Ping'an burst out laughing and shook his head, saying: "The wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha's heart remains. If you want to serve the Buddha, it's not necessary to become a monk. Hmm, your deafness has healed, now only wind and cold remain. I'll prescribe some medicine for you, one dose will take effect, take several doses and this illness can be completely cured."

  He said, writing a prescription: Spring Gentiana 2.5 qian, Dry Astragalus 1.5 qian, Pinellia 2.5 qian, Raw Licorice 1.5 qian, Rhizoma Acori Tatarinowii 1.5 qian, and Polygonum multiflorum 1.5 qian. After finishing writing, he handed it to Hui De and said: "This is a harmonizing prescription that can cure chills and fever. According to the prescription, grab the medicine and give it to Master Hui Zheng to take, and this illness will be cured!"

  He stood up, patted his long shirt, and swayed out. Ding Dan supported Yang Shi, young and old, with two proud faces following him out.

  Hui Zheng sat on the cushion, shaking his head repeatedly, saying: "Such a person with Buddhist affinity, actually unwilling to become a monk, it's really hard to imagine, hard to imagine!"

  Huì Dé then took the prescription and followed closely behind, calling out: "Wáng Xiǎo Shī master, Wáng divine doctor, this poor monk asks that the kitchen prepare another table of good vegetarian dishes, let's eat a bit more..."

  Lotus seed and lily bulb drink (nourishing lung medicinal diet)

  Ingredients: Lotus seed 15g, Lily 15g, Red bean 30g, Sugar in moderation.

  Method: Soak lotus seeds, lily and red beans in water until soft, then put them into a pot and simmer over low heat for 1 hour. After removing from the heat, add an appropriate amount of sugar to taste before serving.

  Nourishes and clears the lungs, dissolves phlegm and relieves coughing, improves symptoms of poor lung function and cough.