An Daoquan...Song Wen remembered that in the biography, this guy was one of the few people who had a good ending. It seemed that he was taken to the Imperial Medical Bureau by Song Huizong to enjoy himself...
Being able to enter the imperial medical bureau means that An Daoquan's medical skills must be excellent. At least those who can catch the eye of the emperor cannot be mediocre!
But this guy can follow a group of bandits in Liangshan to rebel, so he must be a restless person at heart.
An Daoquan, who looked gentle and quiet in his teens, frowned and looked at the guy opposite, his eyes rolling around, and he showed a sly smile to himself from time to time... Then he said softly to Song Wen: "Brother, you usually
It's best to calm down and nourish your Qi. When you were young, you lost both Qi and blood, and you were seriously ill. Although you survived, your vitality was damaged after all! In the future... I'm afraid it will be difficult for your heirs."
"I'll wipe it!"
Song Wen, who was still thinking about how prostitution abducted children, almost knelt on the ground in front of the little miracle doctor when he heard this, looking at the little bastard in front of him with horror... "You, please don't lie to me... But, I have kidney failure?"
An Daoquan shook his head. Just when Song Wen was relieved, he heard this bastard continue to say: "You are not suffering from kidney deficiency... you are suffering from deficiency of the five internal organs! The Heart Shaoyang Meridian and Kidney Peripheral Meridian are particularly deficient. If this continues, your lifespan will be shortened."
Won't……"
The old guy on the bed woke up at some point and coughed, interrupting An Daoquan's words... "Quan'er! Don't talk nonsense... As a doctor, you have to have good hands and be kind! You must not only help the world but also make people feel at ease...
Ahem, although Brother Wen has a lot of physical deficiencies, he is still young...if he takes good care of himself, he can still recover slowly!"
Song Wen almost knelt down in front of the old man, bowed and begged in a mournful voice: "The boy was trafficked and thrown into the market since he was a child, and suffered countless hardships... But the boy still has the passion to live a good life and do something good! I hope he will grow up.
Sir, lend a helping hand to give this boy hope!"
The old guy nodded, got up and sat on the bed to relax his muscles and bones... "Oh, I'm getting old... I got drunk after just one bottle of wine. I don't know how many more times I can drink this fire-like wine? Alas..."
Song Wen's heart turned upside down when he heard this, this old guy... was trying to rip him off!
"Old sir, this soju is harmful to your health. Don't drink too much!"
"However, it would be really wonderful to have a pot of roasted mutton with a little soju in winter!"
Song Wen quickly handed over his hands and said: "That's natural. This shochu warms the stomach and body and stimulates qi and blood. It's good to drink it in moderation... The boy has just started making it here, but he has saved more than 20 bottles..."
Lin Chong at the door interjected angrily: "There are not more than twenty bottles left. There are only ten bottles left. The rest, the rest were secretly drank by my uncle..."
As a gift, six bottles of the shochu that Song Wen and Lin Chong had worked so hard to make were placed on the table. The old guy An Baoshan, who had already recovered, took a few unknown black pills... which seemed to be the solution.
After drinking and taking medicine, the old guy was fine except for a few headaches, which really impressed Song Wen.
When he asked, it turned out that this hangover medicine was prepared by the shy young man in front of him for his grandfather who was often drunk. This made Song Wen start to make secret calculations again.
Lin brewed a pot of tea soup, and several people sat at the stone table to chat. Li Yan, the wine thief, felt guilty and didn't know where he had slipped away. Song Wen poured tea for the old gentleman and An Daoquan, and then asked: "
Sir, what do you think of the taste of this newly made shochu?"
"It's like drinking fire, but the aftertaste is endless! Only true drinkers cannot understand the mystery..."
As the old guy spoke, he touched the wine bottle again. The grandson next to him pulled his grandfather's hand away and gave the drunkard grandfather a dissatisfied look.
Song Wen smiled and said: "If this wine is sold in a restaurant, will it be comparable to the lamb wine in Gaoyang Zhengdian?"
An Baoshan pondered for a moment, then shook his head... "I'm afraid not, the lamb wine and all the famous Bianliang wines have been famous for a long time, and the taste of drinking them is long, and there are more than 30 kinds of imperial wines in the palace...
It’s even more of a fine wine in the world! Although this shochu has a strong aroma, it lacks a hint of flavor... and it burns the mouth, so I’m afraid not so many people like it!”
Song Wen nodded, this is what he fears most... Firstly, soju is not famous now, and secondly, the soju that is randomly blended loses a lot of taste and aftertaste. After all, he has never learned this stuff...
The old guy pinched his beard and continued: "But don't be impatient, little brother, take your time! This kind of shochu is an original creation through the ages, and this unique skill left by the master will definitely be carried forward... I just need to try more various combinations.
, However, I still admire your master very much!"
Song Wen nodded and said yes.
The old guy checked Song Wen's pulse again, looked at the coating on his tongue, rolled his eyelids, and finally nodded... "Brother Wen's body is indeed a little weak, but... if he takes care of it with good medicinal materials and supplements, it will be fine."
There's enough time...but these tonics like deer antlers, leopard fetuses and ginseng are very expensive!"
The little grandson An Daoquan on the side thought for a while, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and put it on the table... "I'm afraid Brother Wen doesn't have so much money. I have a bottle of rejuvenation pills here that I can give to Brother Wen.
Er... It's just that this pill is a newly prepared one by me. It has some strong medicinal properties. It stands to reason that if it is not replenished, it may shorten your life by ten years... But Brother Wen has an urgent need to recuperate his body, so he has to decide whether to take it or not.
Brother, make your own decision."
Mr. An Baoshan frowned, but did not express his position... Just as Song Wen was about to agree, Lin Chong pulled Song Wen's arm beside him!
When Song Wen turned around, he felt warm in his heart when he saw Lin Chong's concerned eyes... These days, he treated each other sincerely, and Lin Chong respected him more and more. Such caring eyes could not be faked.
Patting Lin Chong's arm, Song Wen said with a smile: "Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor depend on people! It's okay. It's my luck to meet the old gentleman and brother Quan, otherwise my body will collapse early.
It's too late... It's too late to raise those expensive tonics. It's good luck to use some Quange'er's medicine first! Ten years of life is a lot, but instead of living for ten years, it's better to have a body that can do great things as soon as possible! A real man
Why worry about having no future? It’s not that since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they don’t make the world grow old... It’s much happier to live vigorously and happily for decades than to live an ignoble life to a hundred years old!”
An Baoshan looked surprised, while An Daoquan flashed his eyes and clapped his hands... "Well said! A real man should do something grand and grand..."
An Baoshan glanced at his grandson seriously, and An Daoquan immediately dropped his head and stopped talking.
An Baoshan thought for a while and took out another medicine bottle... "Here is a warm and tonic medicine that can neutralize some of the properties of the tonic... Take one pill of each medicine a day and take it with warm soup! Brother Wen this year
how old are you?"
"Well, it's fifteenth after Qingming Festival!"
"Well, it's okay... Remember, you must keep your virginity until you become an adult at the age of 18! Don't be greedy for sex, drink too much, don't force your muscles and bones to learn the hard kung fu of your grandma, go to bed early and get up early, walk slowly and practice Wuqinxi
!Read more, cultivate your mind and character... Well, where does Brother Wen make a living now?"
Lin Chong blushed and lowered his head. Song Wen also looked depressed... "Back to the old man, I'm currently working as a turtle at Zixuan Tower in Bianliang..."
"Well, it's okay...what? Mr. Turtle? Working in a brothel?"
An Daoquan, who was opposite him, immediately showed envy on his face, as if he yearned for the brothel hook...