"We have all written it down. It's just Zhang Shengshou. Is it really okay for you to handle it this way?" The accompanying government servants also knew that being hit by a rusty knife would most likely lead to ulcers, which could kill people, so they were a little worried.
Asked again.
Although he still had no bottom in his heart, Zhang Miaoshou looked calm and confident on the surface and said, "It will be okay. Just do as I say."
"Okay." Seeing Zhang Miaoshou's confidence, the government officials were very happy. After putting down the consultation fee, they carried the patient and left.
There was no more excitement to watch, and everyone dispersed. Zhang Miaoshou turned around and saw Su Shi sitting on a wooden chair smiling at him. He could only shake his head with a wry smile and thought to himself: "Master, please don't hurt me."
After treating a few more patients, it became completely dark, the door of Qiankun Medical Center was closed, and Zhang Yi also brought the prepared dinner. However, Zhang Miaoshou seemed a little uneasy and did not eat much.
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Not only that, he didn't fall asleep much the whole night. He was tossing and turning in bed, and would wake up whenever there was a little movement outside. It seemed that Li Ergou had a fever all over his body, and those government officials came to the door again.
In this way, when Zhang Miaoshou, who had not slept well all night, got up in the morning with slightly dark circles under his eyes, he saw Su Shi who was already washing up in the backyard.
Su Shi was dressed in white, and his hair had been taken care of by Yue Siling. Under the sunshine, he looked so sunny with red lips and white teeth. In the words of later generations, he was a standard handsome boy and a young boy.
Seeing that Su Shi didn't seem to be affected at all and was sleeping well, Zhang Miaoshou couldn't help but smile. What was wrong with him? His state of mind was not as good as that of a young man. He still hadn't cultivated enough.
Everyone had breakfast together, the door of Qiankun Medical Center was opened, and all the medical clinics were waiting for the patient to arrive at the same time. Two government officials suddenly appeared and rushed straight to Qiankun Medical Center.
"Come on, come on, come on, come and see."
At this moment, almost all the apprentices, helpers and even the saints of the Cathedral involuntarily moved their eyes towards Qiankun Medical Center. They seemed to have seen the Yamen getting angry and even smashing the medical center.
Don’t think that there was no medical treatment in the Song Dynasty.
If you can't cure the patient, someone will also make trouble for you.
The yamen servant arrived early in the morning. Zhang Miao's hands in the auditorium couldn't help but his whole body tensed up. Then he was lightly tapped on the shoulder. It was Su Shi who came over sitting on a wooden chair.
"Uncle Zhang, it's okay. If something happened, I should have come last night." Su Shi said this with a smile.
"Yes, if something happened, it would have happened last night, not now." After thinking about this, Zhang Miaoshou couldn't help but relax.
The two government officials finally strode to Zhang Miaoshou. As soon as they arrived, they both bowed and saluted, "Zhang Miaoshou, you are the real master, and you deserve your name. You don't know that Li Ergou still hummed after he returned.
I hummed for a while, and then I started sweating on my forehead, and then I slept very sweetly all night, and even started to snore."
The two government officials seemed to be quite envious as they spoke.
After all, if the patient can get a good rest, it will be of great benefit to the body's recovery. Good sleep is enough to prove that there is no major problem with the body.
"Oh, that's great." Zhang Miaoshou was very happy to hear this.
It is normal to hum for a while, which is the inevitable result of the strength of Ma Fei San. And sweating proves that there is no fever and no ulcer. Could it be said that the little white pill is really so effective? ok?
Su Shi listened on the sidelines, keeping his usual smile on his face.
But in fact, his mood was not as relaxed as he showed. The pill he took out was amoxicillin, a good medicine for treating infections, and it was naturally redeemed from the system.
He has seen all the food used in the exchange, and the effect is indeed good, even better than imagined. But how effective the medicine is, this is the first time to try it, and now it seems that the product produced by the system is indeed extraordinary. .
"In this way, I will prescribe two medicines to stabilize the condition." After learning that the patient had no ulcers, Zhang Miao's nerves completely relaxed. Then he moved his right hand and wrote a few words to stabilize the condition. This is Peiyuan’s prescription.
Outside Qiankun Medical Center, some apprentices from other medical centers are walking around here.
It seemed like they just walked by accidentally, but in fact they were all looking towards the Qiankun Medical Center. When they saw that the two government officials were not looking for trouble, but expressed their gratitude and continued to take medicine, they were all a little confused.
How is this going?
Why don't you act according to the script?
Shouldn't there be a full-scale martial arts show at this time, followed by a big fight and yelling?
Will Qiankun Medical Center be closed down next?
Why does it seem like they are not asking for guilt, but expressing gratitude?
No!
It's not like I'm here, but I'm just here to thank you.
Could it be that Li Ergou was so lucky that his wounds had no ulcers at all?
One by one, the apprentices in the medical clinic quickened their pace and returned to their own medical clinics. Then there were waves of sighs.
They are envious of the good luck of Qiankun Medical Center, and they are also regretting why they didn't take this job?
Hu Xinzhong also regrets it.
If he had known that Li Ergou was so lucky and destined, he should have taken action. Then wouldn't it be him who is in the limelight now?
I have to say that this Qiankun Medical Center is really lucky!
Just when Hu Xin was feeling regretful and jealous of Zhang Miaoshou, there was another commotion on North Street, and dozens of Song imperial guards wearing armor with red edges trotted over.
As soon as these guards arrived, they quickly stood still three steps to one post and five steps to one sentry, putting the place under tight security.
Even the two government officials who wanted to leave Qiankun Medical Center were blocked inside and could not come out.
As soon as the guards stood still, two men came slowly over from the other side. The leader of them was wearing a brocade robe. Judging from this attire alone, he belonged to a noble class.
Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty was concerned about the reduction in silkworm production, and issued an edict: "It is forbidden for folk to weave brocade for clothing." In other words, ordinary people, no matter how rich they are, cannot wear brocade robes. They can only wear brocade robes if they have a certain status, or Only with official status can it be done.
This man was wearing a brocade robe, which was enough to prove his identity. For a while, many people looked at the visitor with a bit of respect.
The person who came was none other than imperial physician Xu Bin.
As for an imperial doctor, he is nothing in the court, and it is difficult to get close to the nobles. But he is indeed qualified to wear brocade clothes.
When he was on duty at the Imperial Medical Office in the palace, he could only wear official robes. Even when he returned home, because his salary was dead, he was not actually very wealthy, and he often wore coarse clothes.
But this time, he came to Maxing Street North, and everyone here was his companion!
If you don't show off properly in front of your peers, wouldn't it be like walking in brocade at night?
In this way, Xu Bin took care of himself in the morning and put on the brocade robe that he usually treasured very much. He just wanted to tell his colleagues that I, Xu Bin, am in the palace now.
Those who are very good at middle school are your role models, so just be envious of them.
Following Xu Bin was a tenth general of the Imperial Guard (equivalent to a centurion), who was responsible for cooperating with Dr. Xu on this mission.
The crowd was naturally led by Xu Bin. As soon as he appeared, everyone's attention was attracted to him. When Xu Bin felt that he was almost ready for his appearance, he coughed with satisfaction and said: "Everyone.
Holy hands, there is a young nobleman in the palace who is in poor health. According to the imperial edict, we invite the folk holy hands to come and jointly diagnose the illness."
"This is your opportunity to honor your ancestors. Please take advantage of it." Xu Bin, with his chin held high and his head raised to look at the sky, said very proudly.
"What? Entering the palace to treat a nobleman?"
"Oh, if this is accomplished, wouldn't it be possible to get a lot of rewards?"
"Tch, what do you know? This is not a matter of rewards. It is about making a name for yourself, even in the eyes of the officials. When the time comes, it will not be a problem to make the officials happy and get an official position. That is
The nobles can also wear brocade robes when going out."
After all the saints learned what Xu Bin had come to, they were all excited, as if glory and wealth were right in front of their eyes.
The holy hands are also human beings, and they also have emotions and desires, and some people will pursue fame and fortune. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people fighting for their jobs in the Imperial Medical Office.
After seeing the various benefits, all the saints were gearing up and were already thinking about how to please Xu Bin and then follow him into the palace.
Among the people, not everyone was blinded by the glory and wealth. For example, Hu Xinzhong was an extremely shrewd one among them.
"Going into the palace to diagnose a noble person? Haha, do you really think that the people in the Imperial Medical Office are just eating dry food?" Hu Xinzhong said, looking at his colleagues with a mocking look in his eyes.
It is true that if the disease is cured, there will naturally be benefits. But what if the disease is cured?
Think about it, even the Imperial Medical Office doesn't have any good solutions, so just these private experts will do?
To put it nicely, I call you Saint Hand. To put it in a bad tone, you are just a private doctor. Compared to those barefoot doctors who wander around, they only have a small income. They have a shop and can hire a few assistants.
With these, do you really think that you are a medical sage?
Hu Xinzhong's voice was not deliberately concealed, and spread naturally, reaching the ears of many people. The few saints who were originally eager to try, after hearing these words, they immediately withered like eggplants beaten by frost.
Already.
Yes, why can they cure a disease that even the Imperial Medical Office cannot cure?
Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you really go and find yourself helpless?