Not to mention, the prince's calmness and composure are much better than those of Huang Laosi.
Ever since King You entered the capital, the prince has been very calm.
Chu Qing couldn't calm down. After leaving the palace, he got on his horse and galloped all the way. When he was approaching the city gate, Tan Ma came again to report that King You and Shang Shan were sent to the hospital in the city.
There must be support for the show. Chu Qing asked people to pick up the imperial doctor and his uncle, while he took them to the medical clinic.
It is worth mentioning that since Chu Qing became the commander-in-chief of the Thousand Cavalry Camp, all the imperial doctors in the palace have been replaced.
Chinese medicine is very good, no one can deny this.
It's just that many half-dissatisfied Chinese medicine practitioners are stupid and smashed the signs of their ancestors.
For example, in later generations, so many people who admire traditional Chinese medicine are so fanatical that when they see a novel saying that traditional Chinese medicine is not good, they immediately report it, abuse it, and remove it from the shelves without saying a word.
Ask yourself, among the ten people who admire traditional Chinese medicine, how many out of ten do not go to Western medicine after getting seriously ill, or say they do not go to modern medicine? Do they really go directly to old Chinese doctors after getting sick?
Either way, Chinese medicine treats the root cause, while Western medicine treats the symptoms. Western medicine is similar to directly entering the body and helping the body to fight the disease, while Chinese medicine teaches the body to exercise, become stronger, and let it fight the disease on its own.
Let's put aside the nonsense and just talk about the reality. If you are sick, should you go to the hospital to register for a blood test and take a X-ray, or should you just go to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for consultation?
Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed very powerful, but even in ancient times, there were many charlatans.
This charlatan does not mean that he is not proficient in any medical skills, but that he is only proficient in a certain subject, and it is passed down from father to father, and from father to son.
Here comes another peer issue: How many medical clinics are there in a huge city like Beijing?
They are all peers, and there is naked hatred between peers. Can they communicate with each other, or can they learn from each other?
Anyway, it won’t be like this in Beijing, because once an old Chinese medicine doctor becomes famous, he will be a guest in every mansion, and the medical fee for one medical visit is enough to pay the down payment for a house. In this case, he will look to his colleagues
Harmony and friendship between them?
Without communication, you can only read medical books and learn on your own.
But the question is, if you can read, study the Four Books and Five Classics, and take the imperial examination, is it okay?
I have never heard of anyone who has the money and ability to let their children read and write not for the imperial examination but to study medicine.
This is just like a person who has researched nuclear fusion, but the result is just to charge a mobile phone. It's ridiculous.
Therefore, in ancient times, during the Chang Dynasty, Chinese medicine had already been discontinued and missing.
After Chu Qing took charge of Qianqiying, he began to intervene and take the lead in this matter. Traditional Chinese medicine needs communication, dissemination, and inheritance.
For the reputable ones, Qianqiying provided money to open medical clinics. For those who were capable, Qianqiying helped promote them. In the end... Huang Laosi picked the peaches, and all the real famous doctors found by Qianqiying were sent directly to the palace.
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However, things still have to be done, and many famous doctors are also in the capital. The medical clinic in Qianqiying Lane, Caomu Tang, is one of them, and it is a strategic partner of Qianqiying.
The speaker at Cao Mu Tang is called Chen Chuming. He is a sixty-five-year-old man and a real old Chinese medicine practitioner. He has a family background and specializes in external injuries, which are also called knife wounds and can be cured by the kidneys.
A very strange thing is that after King You and Shangshan were attacked, the former asked his entourage to take them to the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic and asked them to come to Cao Mu Tang.
This is the strange thing. No one in the whole capital knows that Cao Mu Tang is the exclusive medical center of Qianqi Camp.
What's even more strange is that usually King You doesn't bring any followers. Tonight, when he encountered the assassination, the followers jumped out immediately, bandaged the medicine to stop the bleeding, and reacted in a timely manner. That was worse than the bastard who was killed by Bang Bang's two shots.
Female bodyguards are much more professional.
Countless people gathered outside the Caomu Hall, all praying for the good monk.
When Chu Qing arrived, the people surrounded the Caomu Hall.
King You and Shangshan had their wounds taken care of, drank some decoction and fell into a coma.
In the front hall, Chu Qing was not eager to see the two men's injuries, but asked Chen Chuming.
"Mr. Chen..."
Chu Qing called Chen Chuming to the side and asked in a low voice: "We are old friends, and I won't hide it from you. I suspect that this was directed and acted by King You and the old monk, which means that they were assassinated on purpose.
As for acting, have you seen the wound? Is this possible?"
Chen Chuming was a chubby little old man. He had "retired" and was raising grandchildren in his hometown. However, Jiang Yue shamelessly invited him to Beijing. He was a kind elder with a sense of having no desires or demands.
"A show?" Chen Chuming couldn't laugh or cry: "I almost died, a show?"
"My lord, if you are idle, you are idle. I just want to ask, is this possible?"
"Your Majesty said this..." Chen Chuming said with a thoughtful look on his face: "His Royal Highness Youwang's injuries are relatively minor. The sharp blade went from the left chest to the right abdomen, and the bones are visible, but it is not fatal."
Chu Qing took a breath: "Is it so serious?"
Chen Chuming smiled and said: "I know what Mr. Chu means, but if this person doesn't die, there is a possibility of acting."
Chu Qing: "..."
After all, he was working with Qianqi Camp, so the old man knew a lot of nonsense.
"As for the monk..." Chen Chuming lowered his voice: "One sword penetrated the abdomen."
"died?"
"It's okay. You'll be fine after a few months of cultivation."
"Didn't a sword pass through the abdomen?"
"The internal organs were not injured, and intestinal anastomosis was used. If you cultivate it well, it will be fine."
Chen Chuming washed the blood on his hands with warm water, as if it was nothing to do with him: "I'm just a doctor. I've been sent here, so of course I have to rescue you. I'm the commander-in-chief of the Qianqi Battalion. Are you acting like a show?"
It’s not the old doctor who has the final say, but you, the commander-in-chief.”
Chu Qing's face was gloomy.
Let's talk about acting, King You's injury hurts just thinking about it, it's so deep that his bones are visible, not to mention that the Supreme Being still pierced his abdomen with a sword.
It can be said that it was not a show, so why did the entourage, who was usually missing, jump out and deal with it immediately, and King You also named him to come to Cao Mu Tang?
"Thank you for your hard work. I'm going to see the corpse... No, I'm going to see the person."
Chu Qing opened the door curtain and entered the back room.
Pushing the door open, the strong smell of medicine hits your nose.
Chu Qing frowned and walked over. There were two beds, two Cao Mu Tang clerks, and two unconscious injured people.
There was floor heating in the room and it was very hot. The first thing I saw was King You Chang Chengshun. His face was pale and bloodless. If his chest hadn't risen slightly, he would have thought it was a corpse. His upper body was wrapped like a mummy, and his waist was red with blood.
Staring at Chang Chengshun on the bed, Chu Qing frowned.
In order to put on a show, I actually received a stabbing, which was more than 20 centimeters from chest to abdomen, and the skin was torn and the bones were visible.
After opening the whole life, Chu Qing discovered that You Wang Chang Chengshun was actually very thin, with an extremely thin figure. He was either skinny or skinny, like a malnourished big-headed baby.
"You are so cruel, what can you do?"
Chu Qing made a rant and turned to look at the other bed, Monk Shangshan.
No matter whenever I look at this old monk, my eyes will always look at his forehead involuntarily.
Thick flesh pads, like growing horns.
Standing in front of the bed with his hands behind his back, it was the first time for Chu Qing to observe the old monk so closely.
His old face was also bloodless, after all, he had lost so much blood.
Fu San suddenly said softly: "Master, why do I always think that he is awake when I look at this old monk?"
When the third brother said this, Chu Qing also felt this absurd feeling. He obviously fell asleep after drinking the decoction and closed his eyes, but it gave people the feeling of being awake.
"By the way, I almost forgot to ask." Chu Qing turned to look at Jiang Yuesheng: "When the assassin took action, a sword pierced Shangshan's body. Shangshan yelled~~~ and then covered his head.
Does your abdomen just collapse, or something?"
"After being injured in an attack, he sat cross-legged and chanted the Buddha's name."
"What the hell?" Chu Qing was shocked: "You were stabbed through, with a sword stuck in your stomach, and you just sat down like that?"
"After the assassin pierced the old monk's abdomen with his sword, he put away the sword and committed suicide."
Chu Qing thought about the scene at that time, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.
With a penetrating injury, the sword should not be pulled out. It should be related to the loss of pressure in the body. Once it is pulled out, blood will flow out. Even if the internal organs are not injured, it will lead to death from blood loss.
Even riding a fast horse from Dapu Temple to the Caomu Hall in the middle of the capital would take half a stick of incense. These two people were carried back and needed two sticks of incense, and within the time required to burn these two sticks of incense, the old monk had no
Excessive bleeding?
"What does the old monk's wound look like after drawing the sword?"
Jiang Yuesheng shook his head: "I was not present. I asked others, but the blood stained the cassock red."
Chu Qing buried his head in thought for a while, but couldn't think of a clue. He just felt weird. He took a deep look at the old monk on the bed and muttered something.
"Let's go and find out the matter."
Chu Qing turned around and left, but Chen Chuming quickly stopped him: "Sir, please be patient and stay a moment. My daughter-in-law gave birth to a baby a few days ago..."
"Congratulations, Mr. Chen." Chu Qing said absently: "I just came back. I will ask Jiang Yuesheng to give you a big red envelope in a few days."
"No, no, what I'm saying is that you have to leave a place for your child in the poor academy."
Chu Qing was confused: "Didn't you just give birth to me?"
"Oh, my life has passed, and I will be a big baby in more than ten years. I have to study. This is what I agreed to do. I can't let my baby become a doctor anymore. There is no way out. What is the way out for me to be a doctor? I can sleep well at home.
Yes, the official rushes in and arrests people. You still have to study. Only by studying can you be successful. Be an official. Once you become an official, you can arrest the doctor from the house. You can be very cruel."
Chu Qing: "..."
"Remember to leave a vacancy and inform the academy."
Chu Qing repeatedly handed over his hands and left quickly.
No wonder Jiang Yuesheng didn't want to come to this wretched place, where he would be tortured and tortured, which would make him miserable for several days.
