After Song Yu left, Gu Shifei looked at Gu Jinzhi who was reciting "Mencius" seriously.

"Sister Jin, write down the prescription you prescribed for Mrs. Song and let me take a look." Gu Shifei suddenly said.

Gu Jinzhi was endorsing the book to the old man when he suddenly heard these words. He dipped his pen in ink and wrote the prescription to the old man.

The old man was thoughtful. He went to see Mrs. Song and knew that Gu Jinzhi was right about the cause of the disease, so he didn't ask how Fang Zi was doing.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly wanted to know what kind of prescription Gu Jinzhi had prescribed.

"Atractylodes, cohosh, lotus leaf..." After Gu Jinzhi finished writing, he handed it to the old man. The old man looked at it, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but read out loud.

The old man is naturally familiar with these pharmacological principles.

Atractylodes can strengthen the spleen, cohosh can increase yang energy, and lotus leaves can also treat spleen deficiency and diarrhea.

The medicine is simple, but every flavor is right for the patient.

The old man didn't speak for a long time.

Gu Jinzhi said: "This is called Qingzhen Soup."

The old man raised his head, with a bit of a smile in his eyes, and said, "Is there a name? Where is the source?"

This was recorded in a book in the Qing Dynasty that specifically recorded "complex diseases". It used to be a folk remedy. Although it is not mainstream, it is very effective.

Gu Jin worked as a doctor in her previous life and encountered several illnesses like Mrs. Song's.

Not to mention the doctors of this era, even if later generations of medicine are so advanced, science-based Western medicine can easily treat it as gastrointestinal damage.

Gu Jinzhi read medical books, and during his more than 40 years of medical practice, he cured dozens of illnesses similar to Mrs. Song's.

At this time, this folk remedy has not yet appeared.

"There is no source, I just thought of it myself." Gu Jinzhi said.

The old man was silent again for a long time.

In the end, he sighed deeply: "Using medicine is like using soldiers. Generals rely on strategy rather than courage. Soldiers value elites rather than numbers. The same goes for treating diseases. Even I don't dare to use such a simple prescription. You kid

ah……."

The tone is very complex.

I am both pleased that Gu Jinzhi learned so quickly and so well, and at the same time marveled at how amazing this talent is!

Was there smoke coming out of the Gu family's ancestral tomb, so did the Gu family have a successor?

The old man had been holding a breath of air in his heart, and he seemed to be letting it out slowly.

"You always told me that the most important thing in treating a disease is to prove it and use the essence of medicine. If you can use it as little as possible, use it as little as possible. This is just like using troops, just a ragtag crowd. What's the use of having more?" Gu Jinzhi said.

The old man laughed heartily.

He hasn't been so cheerful in a long time.

At noon that day, Gu Jinzhi was left to have dinner with him. The grandfather and grandson spent the entire afternoon talking about medical books and famous doctors who had left their names in history, and each expressed his or her own opinion.

Mr. Gu even felt relieved to have met a close friend.

He has three sons, some of whom have no talent or disdain to study medicine. The ancestors of the Gu family made their fortune by ringing bells and wandering alleys. The old man was always worried that his family would be left behind in their studies, and he was often depressed because of this.

Only now did he feel relieved and feel less resentful towards his sons. None of them were willing to study medicine. In order to compensate the Gu family, God gave him Gu Jinzhi?

His granddaughter is a rare talent that comes once in a thousand years! Give him ten more sons who are willing to study medicine, and the old man won’t change it!

If you have a disciple like this, what else can you ask for?

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It was already late afternoon when Song Pan'er came back from her parents' home.

As usual, she asked the maids around her what Gu Jinzhi had done today.

When she learned that the old man had kept Gu Jinzhi for dinner and was discussing knowledge, he smiled and asked Mother Song to bring out the account book again.

I'm in a good mood, and it's easy to settle accounts. It's over in two quarters of an hour.

Closing the account book and seeing that it was still early, Song Pan'er said: "The Dragon Boat Festival will be here in ten days... Let's see what other brightly colored materials there are and make two sets of clothes for Sister Jin and Brother Xuan.

Wear it at noon."

"Hiding Wu" is a custom during the Dragon Boat Festival.

A married woman must go back to her parents' home to hide in the afternoon at noon of the same day, which is still practiced today.

Song Paner takes her children back every year when she takes a nap.

Mother Song smiled and ordered the maids to open the cage.

Song Pan'er picked around and found several pieces of silk that her elder brother Song Yu had brought back from Suzhou during the Chinese New Year. He said that the batch sent to Beijing as tribute had bright colors and exquisite textiles.

"This pink-orange one looks good on Sister Jin. Let's make her a trousers." Song Pan'er took out one.

Then I saw two black ones. I thought about it and said, "If you keep them, they will get worms! Then the old man and the third master will each make a straight skirt."

In the end, there was one left with a big head and a red head, which could make two jackets for Gu Xuanzhi: "This one looks good on Brother Xuan."

"Madam, you don't want to make it yourself?" Mother Song laughed, "There is also one from Jinling Weaving House last year. Do you want to take one out and make it for yourself?"

Song Pan'er's eyes were bright and she was very interested: "Go get it and let me have a look."

Mother Song brought another box and cage.

She took out a lilac-colored horse and pointed it at her side. Mother Song and several maids all complimented it and said it looked good.

Song Pan'er's skin is as white as snow and she can wear whatever clothes she wants.

Gu Yanzhen came back at this time.

Seeing that the Arhat's bed in Dongcijian was piled with fabrics, he asked Song Pan'er: "Are you making clothes again?" It was a rule in the government that spring clothes should only be made in March.

"Yeah!" Song Pan'er smiled sweetly, and then moved the black Su Chou to Gu Yanzhen, "I'll make this for you, doesn't it look good?"

Gu Yanzhen just laughed and said something nice casually.

Song Paner told him everything else.

Everyone in the family has them, except Hong Lian and her son.

Gu Yanzhen remembered that the last time Hong Lian brought Gu Xiuzhi to greet him, Gu Xiuzhi's sleeve was torn, so Hong Lian embroidered a plum blossom to decorate it.

He said: "I won't do it. Let's make one for Brother Xiu."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Song Paner's face dropped without even thinking about it.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song secretly winked at the maids and asked them to leave quietly.

"Didn't I just make spring clothes for them?" Song Pan'er said coldly, "I made clothes for Sister Jin and Brother Xuan to go out for the Dragon Boat Festival. I also made a few for us. It's not a rule. Brother Xiu

You don’t have to go out during the Dragon Boat Festival..."

She was the mistress, and Gu Xiuzhi called her mother, but she never regarded Gu Xiuzhi as a child.

Song Pan'er felt a pang in her heart every time she thought of Hong Lian's betrayal to her.

She didn't feed Hong Lian, it was out of kindness on her part, she still wanted to provide them with good food and drinks, didn't she?

Not freezing or starving to death is a blessing to them.

"When we were having dinner the day before yesterday, I saw that Brother Xiu's sleeve was torn, but he had to sew it up." Gu Yanzhen said, "He is almost ten years old. He has finished kindergarten and is going to ethnic studies. He will go out to socialize in the future.

We can’t let him wear shabby clothes?”

Song Pan'er felt angry in her heart.

"A piece of sleeve is torn? Is Aunt Hong complaining to you, saying that the material I used to make their clothes is not good?" Song Pan'er suddenly raised her voice.

Gu Yanzhen was stunned for a moment and subconsciously denied: "No...no!" The woman's thinking was so strange. He said that Gu Xiuzhi's clothes were torn, so why did Song Pan'er suspect Hong Lian of inciting a complaint?

These two things are totally incompatible, right?

"Which one of Brother Xuan's clothes has a torn sleeve?" Song Pan'er raised her head and raised her voice louder, "It's made of the same material, but Brother Xiu's clothes alone are torn! Young masters like us are so polite.

, why did your clothes get torn? Gu Yanzhen, what do you mean by this?"

Gu Yanzhen was stunned.

What did he say to make Song Paner so angry?

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Chapter completed!