Dukou Village, Maixiang Town, Hetao.

This is a Mongolian and Han settlement area.

In mid-March, it is past nine o'clock in the morning.

"Little Doctor! Little Doctor! I'll buy a box of Lizhong Pills!"

The 26-year-old Mongolian daughter-in-law Qiqige came to the only clinic in the village and shouted in front of the simple counter.

No one answered her.

Li Maoyang, a 21-year-old young man behind the counter, was holding a somewhat old-fashioned copy of the "Huangdi Neijing" and was reading it with gritted teeth.

Qiqige waited for a while, and his curved eyebrows frowned on his round and plain face, and whispered again: "Doctor! Doctor! I'll buy a box of Lizhong Pills!"

"It's gone." The young man Li Maoyang took the "Huangdi Neijing" away from his eyes and said to Qiqige.

"That's not?" Qiqige pointed to the only two boxes of Lizhong Pills left on the simple medicine rack.

"Not selling." Li Maoyang said.

"Why not sell?" Qiqige asked with his eyebrows raised.

"It can't be sold." Li Maoyang said.

"I won't tell anyone." Qiqige said.

She knew that selling medicines also requires certificates. The old doctor in this clinic, who was in his eighties, just passed away after the New Year. When he was there, he turned a blind eye to the other side. Now he has passed away. This young man in front of him who had just studied medicine with him for more than a year was really not qualified to sell medicine.

However, it is more than 60 miles away from the town. If you cross the river and go to Liuyuan County to buy medicine, it is even further away. Moreover, the floating bridge has been broken by the spring flood of the Yellow River. If you don’t have a boat trip, you can’t go to Liuyuan County.

"It won't be sold if you don't tell others." Li Maoyang did not give in at all. "And it's not my problem, it's a problem that you don't have a prescription prescribed by a doctor. Looking at the wall, did you see it? I've obtained my medical qualification certificate!"

When Qiqige heard Li Maoyang say this, he looked up at the wall and saw a doctor's practice certificate sticking on the wall!

Hey! This young man hasn’t even finished high school and has just studied medicine with his teacher for more than a year. How did he get into a doctor?

"You have a certificate, why don't I know?" Qiqige asked in surprise.

"I just got it." Li Maoyang said with a slight head, "We will become a formal doctor from now on!"

He has been a disciple of the second uncle who was a chief physician in the Municipal Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for more than three years. He has been memorizing medical books for more than two years. He also relied on a set of mock exam questions that the second uncle got him to practice questions fiercely. He also studied medicine with Zheng Dake, an old Chinese doctor in Shiben Village for more than a year. Finally, he got this extremely valuable medical practice certificate. It is really not easy!

"Then you have a certificate, why don't you sell me medicine?" Qiqige asked.

"No, if you want to buy medicine, you must have a doctor's prescription!" Li Maoyang bit to death.

In fact, there is no need for a doctor to buy a box of Chinese patent medicines, but Li Maoyang just doesn’t sell medicines for Qiqige.

"Then can you show me what kind of illness is?" Qiqige hesitated for a while.

The young man in front of him had just taken this small clinic from the old doctor's son. He had just been prescribed for a few days. He heard that he now has a secret rule. On the surface, he would sell medicine to whomever has a doctor's prescription. In fact, he would prescribe medicine to someone after he was given a doctor's treatment. Except for these two situations, he would not sell medicine to others.

Qiqige is very suspicious of the young man's medical skills. In fact, he has only been with his teacher for more than a year. What medical skills can he learn?

But there was no way. If you want to buy medicine from him, you had to let him see the doctor. She didn't have a doctor's prescription in her hand.

"That's right." Li Maoyang put down the book in his hand, "Come on, I'll show you!"

Then Qiqige saw Li Maoyang, the young man, immediately became enthusiastic. He opened his white teeth and smiled. He took a small pulse pillow to the clinic table on the counter and placed the pulse pillow on the clinic table: "Come on, stretch out your arms, I'll give you a pulse."

Qiqige sat down at the clinic table helplessly, lifted one of his arms and sleeves and stretched out his arms onto the small meridian pillow.

The small marijuana pillow is black and black, and looks like an old antique like a clinic table.

The left hand has heart, liver and kidney, the right hand has lungs and spleen life, Li Maoyang distinguishes Qiqige's left and right hand, carefully stretches out three fingers, finds the protruding radius, and first puts it on. This is the Guan part, then gently puts the index finger on the inch part and the ring finger on the zi part.

I immediately felt my pulse, yes, I was jumping.

Apart from that, it is difficult to figure out what pulse it is.

But, no matter what, let’s pretend to be, anyway, the master said, and you will learn it as you pretend.

Of course, we can still count the pulses quickly and slowly.

Li Maoyang closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing evenly, first count the amount of pulses that jumped between breaths.

It seems like it's five jumps between breaths?

Well, one breath and five times, just a few pulses?

"Qi Huang! The patient's pulse counts!" Li Maoyang closed his eyes, turned his eyes back, and shouted into his mind.

“The host diagnosis was incorrect.”

A mechanical sound came from his mind.

This is the sound of the so-called Qihuang system that entered his brain a few days ago.

Li Maoyang suspected that this was the invisible computer soul that remained in the universe when the last highly developed human beings on Earth reached its peak.

They were originally floating in the universe and were called cosmic brains. Then, they could not withstand loneliness and entered the human body.

Anyway, no matter what it is, this system calls itself the Qihuang system.

The Qihuang system set a rule for him. Among the four clinics, as long as he says one should be diagnosed, the Qihuang system can help him deduce his medication efficacy in advance.

It is precisely because of this slap that he dared to put down the only clinic in Dukou Village, otherwise he would not have done such crazy things.

I didn't say it right now, it was a waste of an opportunity.

In every diagnosis, the Qihuang system only gave him one chance, and if it was wrong, it would be wasted.

But you still have to hold your pulse, and you have to grit your teeth and pretend!

Li Maoyang opened his eyes and looked at Qiqige: "Don't be nervous."

It must be because of this young Mongolian wife who was nervous just now, and she was afraid that he would cure her, so she made her pulse jump quickly, otherwise he would not have counted wrongly!

"Don't be nervous..." Qiqige's curved eyebrows trembled slightly and he whispered.

Li Maoyang began to treat Qiqige, and then he suddenly remembered and asked, "By the way, are you buying medicine for you?"

"No, I bought it for my mother-in-law."

“…”

Li Maoyang jumped a few times with his cheeks: "Then are you feeling any discomfort?"

"without……"

Li Maoyang let go of Qiqige's arm with a bad mood of cursing, and said with a dark face: "You go to other places to buy medicine."

Qiqige became anxious and his temper suddenly grew bigger. He reached out and slapped the table with a slap, and his curved eyebrows stood up: "Doctor! My mother-in-law's stomach is so bloated and painful, and Bartel is not here. I have to take care of her mother-in-law and son. How can I get time to buy medicine in the town!"

"Have any doctor seen it for your mother-in-law?" Li Maoyang asked.

"No, there are no doctors nearby." Qiqige said, "But last time I had a stomachache, the old doctor prescribed Lizhong Pills for me, and it works very well."

"You are you, your mother-in-law is your mother-in-law, how can you take medicine randomly? Let's do this, I'll show it to your mother-in-law!"

"Then... OK." Qiqige hesitated.

"You don't want to? I'm always better than you, right?" Li Maoyang said angrily.

"No... the doctor who prescribed me the last time..." Qiqige stammered.

Li Maoyang was speechless. The shadow of a man's name, the dead master was better than the alive Li Maoyang!

"No, if you take medicine when you are sick, you will be in charge of one person, and you will be in charge of one person." Li Maoyang could only explain patiently.

Then he carried the medicine box left by his master, which contained stethoscopes, blood pressure devices, needle boxes and other small medical tools, as well as several boxes of Chinese patent medicines, including Li Zhong Pills.

Qiqige came on an electric bike. Li Duanyang rode his motorcycle and followed Qiqige all the way to her house.

It's only three or four miles away, and it's arriving in a while.

Hemuer was planted in front of the Qiqige family courtyard, which is called Lumafeng Banner in Chinese. It is said that when Genghis Khan led his army to Hubei to destroy Xixia, he held this flag high. Later, Genghis Khan was buried in Hubei. In order to commemorate him, the Mongolian people imitated his flag and weapons and placed them in front of their homes. They worshiped each other during the holidays. Over time, the Lumafeng Banner was formed.

The yard is very clean. Now it is the chilly spring. Qiqige's mother-in-law, who is in her sixties, is wearing a big cotton jacket and a fur hat, sitting in the yard, taking care of her three or four-year-old grandson who can run around the yard.

"Saibai Nao! Aunt!" Li Maoyang bent down to the old man and said hello.

Saibainao means "hello" in Mongolian.

"Season, match!" the old man nodded weakly.

This means "good, good!".

Chapter completed!