Although Yang Yanrong broke several ribs, it did not affect his walking. It was just difficult to walk, and the broken ribs were not a serious injury. Sang Yuchu asked passers-by and found the most famous "Jishantang" medical center in Beijing. Directly.
After handing over a ten thousand tael of silver, the shopkeeper smiled happily and directly asked the medicine boy who ran errands to find the best orthopedic doctor to treat Yang Yanrong.
"Jishantang" is indeed well-deserved. Soon, Yang Yanrong was carried into a wing room. The person sitting in the hall was actually a female doctor. Although her face was covered with green gauze, people could tell at the first sight that she was a female doctor.
A stunning woman. She is exquisite and petite, with a pair of beautiful eyes as bright as the morning sun, like autumn water, like a Hongbo wave. Her hair is green and her temples are dyed with ink. She has light eyebrows that look like willow leaves. Her skin is like gelatin, with a faint fragrance floating around. She is wearing a plain white gauze skirt.
Covering the beautiful spring scenery, it can really be said that "viewed from the side, it looks like ridges and peaks, with different heights from far and near. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain."
What a beauty, Yang Yanrong couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva. However, now that she was injured, she couldn't tell, and she had to move her hands and touch her feet again.
"Sir, please sit down! The little lady is going to treat you!" The female doctor lightly opened her lips and said calmly.
Yuchu Ke'er and the other two helped Yang Yanrong sit on the couch, carefully laying him down slowly for fear of disturbing the injury. Yang Yanrong frowned and let out a soft hum involuntarily. His ribs were broken.
Even when he was breathing, he didn't dare to exert too much force. Besides, he had been bumping for so long. Fortunately, he had adapted to the pain, and he was no longer grinning in pain like before.
The woman walked over slowly, and Yang Yanrong was stunned again. She moved lightly, her waist was smooth, and she looked at her with a myriad of manners. Even Yuchu couldn't help but feel jealous after looking at her.
, this is really a lady of all people!
As soon as Ke'er saw this woman, he fell in love with her. He stepped forward and took the female doctor's arm and said, "Sister, are you really a doctor? Why are you so young? I thought the doctor who treated Brother Yang was a white beard.
Where is the old man?"
The female doctor was obviously amused by Kerr's words. Her eyebrows opened slightly, her eyes moved, and she stopped smiling. She shook her head, took out a six-foot-long silver thread, and said, "Sister, please help me."
Wrap this silver thread around the young master's wrist?" Since ancient times, men and women have not been able to communicate clearly. She had already seen that the relationship between these two women and the pale young master was very close.
Ke'er happily took one end of the thread and quickly wrapped it tightly around Yang Yanrong's pulse.
The female doctor grasped the other end of the silver thread, her jade fingers kept changing, and she was concentrating and thinking.
"Holy crap! What is this? The legendary hanging thread to listen to the pulse?" Yang Yanrong couldn't laugh or cry. This is too ridiculous! There are so many people doing shows these days. Could it be that this habit existed in ancient times? How did he know that hanging threads are used to listen to the pulse?
Although listening to the pulse sounds weird, I think it is a hype method of the ancients, but it is not the case. In ancient times, men and women were very strictly guarded. If a woman was sick and the doctor was a man, taking the woman's pulse would inevitably lead to skin contact. This is
In an era when chastity was valued as much as life, which woman dared to let other men touch her? Doctors with rich experience and superb medical skills came up with the method of listening to the pulse with hanging threads, which can avoid contact with patients and avoid contact with patients.
It seems frivolous. This is really a helpless move.
Yang Yanrong's soul comes from later generations, so he naturally thinks that listening to the pulse with a hanging silk thread is pure nonsense. Can a young woman also know how to do that? Looking at her body and movements, she must be seventeen or eighteen years old at most.
"Yu Chu, Ke'er, tell me, am I so unlucky? The first time I met you, you were seriously injured, and now I meet this female doctor, and you are injured again. It seems that every time I
Even if you are injured, you will meet a beautiful woman!" Yang Yanrong said in a colorful way, but without realizing it, the female doctor's face had darkened.
"Young Master Yang, please stop saying a few words!" Sang Yu first noticed the woman doctor's displeasure and reminded her hurriedly. In front of outsiders, she still couldn't let go of her dignity and called her Young Master Yang.
Yang Yanrong secretly laughed, but without saying anything, he added: "Just take the pulse. What are you doing with a silver thread? You must know what does the doctor's parental heart mean? That is to say, the patient should be regarded as one's own parents.
The same thing. The patient gives money and the doctor treats the disease. This is a matter of course. The injury I suffered last time was much more serious than this time. Wasn't it Yu Chuke'er and you two who cured it? Let me see, in terms of medical skills,
You are much better than some people!"
The woman's face became darker, and she wanted to put down the silver thread several times, thinking: Why is this person like this? Did I make a mistake in treating you, and I was ridiculed by you like this?
Yu Chu hurriedly winked at Yang Yanrong, fearing that he would offend the female doctor in front of him and prescribe some medicine for him, which would be troublesome. Yang Yanrong was obviously not worried about this. Such a large medical hospital can be regarded as a major hospital in the capital.
Naturally, he would not destroy his own sign. He then said: "By the way, Yuchu, when you treated my injury last time, didn't you use some painkillers? It seems to be some kind of 'mafei' passed down by Hua Tuo.
"Powder, do you still have the medicine? My whole body hurts now." After saying that, he winked at Yuchu. Yuchu was about to refute, but held back, and had to cooperate with him and said: "No, come on
It’s all gone in just one time. That kind of medicine is not easy to prepare, and besides, it’s too late now, so how can it be prepared?”
Although Yuchu didn't know what 'Ma Fei San' was, she did know the name of the miracle doctor Hua Tuo. Little did she know that the female doctor in front of her heard that 'Ma Fei San' was a legendary magical medicine, and her eyes suddenly widened.
As soon as he lit up, his breathing became a little faster. He thought: Could it be that the woman in front of me really knows how to prepare that kind of medicine? Thinking about it, he looked at Yang Yanrong and Sang Yuchu suspiciously, and saw that their expressions were natural and they didn't look alike at all.
He looked like he was lying. My mind suddenly became more active. If I could get this prescription, my grandpa would definitely praise me and maybe even teach me the 'Ghost Gate Life and Death Acupuncture' acupuncture method.
Yang Yanrong was so happy that she stopped talking when she saw that the woman's heart was moved. She pretended to be weak and moaned a few times.
The female doctor originally wanted to hear them continue talking, but she didn't know that the man in front of her stopped talking. She felt slightly annoyed in her heart. She couldn't ask others to talk! She shook her head helplessly and said, "Young Master's ribs are broken and his blood is weak."
Damage. Just reconnect the ribs and prescribe some medicines to relax the muscles and activate the collaterals, and nourish the blood and Qi. It needs to be cured for a period of time and it will heal naturally." The female doctor asked for the fictitious 'Ma Fei Powder' prescription.
I didn't care about the unclear family teachings between men and women. I took the splint myself, fixed Yang Yanrong's broken ribs, and gave some auxiliary medicine. Then I carefully wrapped it with gauze.
He took the pen and ink on the table, wrote a prescription, and said: "I will prescribe the medicine for half a month first, and then come to my place for examination. Three times in the morning, afternoon and evening, you must take the medicine on time. Do not interrupt!"
Ke'er took the prescription and happily went out to get the medicine.