At night, when the lights were on, Yang Yi and Ge Ling walked out of the community and came to a street not far away. The dim light shone on the two of them, reflecting their shadows.

It's only about eight o'clock now, and because it's the hot summer, there are still many residents walking on the street. When they walked to a stall, Yang Yi stopped and said to Ge Ling: "Just eat here."

This is a small stall selling rice with rice, shredded pork noodles and dumplings, which are cheap and affordable. Yang Yi knew that Ge Ling's family was not in good condition, so he did not plan to go to the surrounding small restaurants. Moreover, the cooking level of the small restaurants may not necessarily be as delicious as the things on these small stalls.

"Give me a big bowl of dumplings." Yang Yi said to the stall owner.

The stall owner looked like an old man in his fifties with deep wrinkles on his forehead. When he heard Yang Yi's words, he said enthusiastically with a smile: "Okay, come in and sit in for a while, and it's fine soon."

Yang Yi walked to the shed set up by the stall owner and found a clean table to sit down. Ge Ling's impression of Yang Yi changed a little more - she agreed to invite Yang Yi to dinner, but Yang Yi saved her money so much, and she was a little considerate. She was not so pretentious that she insisted on asking Yang Yi to have a meal. She never did anything to slap Yang Yi in the face and pretend to be fat.

After seeing Ge Ling sitting opposite him, Yang Yi said to her: "Give me the Chinese medicine you caught."

When the two of them came out just now, Yang Yi asked Ge Ling to bring the Chinese medicine she had caught with him, and he planned to take a look.

When Ge Ling heard this, he quickly handed Yang Yi the yellow kraft paper bag containing Chinese medicine, stared at Yang Yi and asked, "What do you want this pair of Chinese medicine?"

"I'll tell you when I've seen it." Yang Yi took the kraft paper medicine bag and opened it. Various black, yellow and white medicinal materials were mixed together, and a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine came out.

Yang Yi searched for a while, compared with the memory of Senior Luo Yuan in his mind, he distinguished the effects and characteristics of each medicinal material. After a while, Yang Yi's eyes lit up suddenly, and his two fingers twisted a piece of black medicinal material and said, "I found it!"

Ge Ling turned his gaze to Yang Yi's hand and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

"Pinxia, ​​and it's raw Pinellia. The reason why your mother suffers from lung cancer is that this thing accounts for half of the impact." Yang Yi was twisting this small piece of black medicinal herb, his voice slightly serious.

"What?" Ge Ling screamed when he heard this, raised his head and stared at Yang Yi: "Are you talking about the medicine that Master Li of Hongjitang prescribed for my mother, but it made my mother's condition worse and turned into lung cancer?!"

"Yes, there's a lot of reasons." Yang Yi nodded.

"How is it possible? Hong Jitang has a good reputation. Why did Master Li harm my mother? For no reason? Why?" Ge Ling was a little unwilling to believe it, and slowly shook his head and murmured.

Yang Yi did not answer Ge Ling's words, but frowned and thought. After a while, the stall owner brought up a bowl of steaming dumplings. When he smelled the dumplings, Yang Yi came back to his senses and said to Ge Ling: "I'll eat dumplings first. After finishing the meal, accompany you to the doctor in Hongjitang and ask them for justice."

After saying that, I started eating dumplings with big mouthfuls, and I was really hungry today.

...

Hongjitang is the most famous clinic in Qishan City. Of course, it is said that it is a clinic, its facilities and scale are no worse than some medium-sized hospitals.

There is a large plaque hanging above the clinic gate. The three golden characters "Hongjitang" with flying dragons and phoenixes are quite imposing. Although it is night, the door is illuminated by soft lights.

"Lin Fan, wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to come to Hongjitang to find fault like this? Otherwise... I will take my mother with me tomorrow, do a check first, and then come after confirmation..."

Standing under the plaque, Ge Ling stopped, bit his rosy lips with some hesitation, and said to Yang Yi beside him.

Yang Yi smiled slightly and looked at her and said, "Do you don't believe my judgment, or do you think your mother should be harmed by those quack doctors? The momentum you were so cruel to me just now, it's time to show it."

When Ge Ling heard this, he glared at Yang Yi: "Just go in! But are you sure it was the thing called Banxia that made my mother's condition worse? Don't cheat me..."

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong."

When she entered the gate of Hongjitang, she saw several buildings. Ge Ling took Yang Yi to the outpatient clinic with familiarity. She came to Master Li to prescribe medicine several times, and then took Yang Yi directly to the internal medicine department on the second floor and found Master Li's office.

"It's this." Ge Ling didn't dare to go in by himself, so he turned his head and said to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi nodded, pushed open the door and walked into the office first, and Ge Ling hurriedly followed behind.

After entering, Yang Yi saw an old man in a black Tang suit sitting next to a table, with white hair and a long snow-white beard, probably in his eighties and nineties. However, the old man looked energetic and his eyes were not as turbid as other old people, but his light was restrained and his eyes were deep, and his whole body had a fairy-like demeanor.

After Ge Ling came in, he found that Master Li was not there, so he asked the old man: "Hello, old man, where is Master Li?"

The old man was holding an ancient book in his hand and enjoying it. There was a pen on the table. When he heard someone ask, he raised his head. After seeing Yang Yi and Ge Ling, the old man smiled slightly, with a warm smile, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Are you here to see Xiao Li for treatment? He is back home, you can come back tomorrow." After the old man said that, he lowered his head and continued reading.

When Ge Ling heard this, he turned to look at Yang Yi and whispered: "Since Master Li is not here, let's go back first and come again tomorrow."

Yang Yi smiled at her, then walked directly to the old man in Tang suit, and said, "Senior, you should be very familiar with Dr. Li, right? Can you give us his phone number? We have an urgent matter."

When the old man heard Yang Yi call him "Senior", he couldn't help but look up again, put the ancient book in his hand on the table, looked at Yang Yi with interest, and said, "Young man, why should I call me that?"

Yang Yi smiled slightly and said, "I am also a little familiar with medical skills. When I encounter a master of Xinglin like you, I should naturally call him Senior."

"Oh? How do you know that I can be the four words "Xinglin Master". Can anyone who read some medical books be considered a medical expert?" The old man glanced at the ancient book he placed on the table. It was a book by Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". He thought that this young man was seeing him reading medical books, so he guessed this way.

"A person who can read some medical books can only be considered a doctor at most. Without practice and training, he can't even be called a doctor, let alone medical experts. The younger generation still knows this, so he naturally dare not call it arbitrarily. However, those who can correct or even improve many ancient prescriptions in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" are naturally the first-class masters in Xinglin!" After Yang Yi said that, he looked at the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" on the table, with many handwritings drawn and marked by the elderly.

When the old man heard Yang Yi's words, he was slightly stunned, then stroked his beard and laughed, saying, "You young man is interesting, you are meticulous in observation and quick thinking, good, good, good!"

At this moment, if the old man's children or grandchildren are present and hear that the old man who seems kind but is actually rigorous, he would probably be envious of Yang Yi.

When Yang Yi heard this, he smiled humbly, and the words he said made the old man's deep eyes that had always been shining and shining in an instant.

"There is another reason why I call you a senior. If I read it correctly, your Bajiquan attainments have reached the peak of the ultimate level. Those who can practice Bajiquan to this level must have a lot of connection with Li Shuwen, the master of national arts in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. If I guess well, you should be the personal disciple of Master Li Shuwen, and the owner of this Hongji Hall - Senior Li Hongji."

Swish!
Chapter completed!