"Doctor, how is Mr. Chen's illness?" A young man said anxiously: "Is it difficult to cure? I think Mr. Chen may not be able to support it anymore."
Murong Rong was also anxious. She had never encountered this disease before. Until now, she didn't even know the name of the disease. How could she cure it?
Just when she was desperate, when she saw Yang Yanrong coming in, she was immediately furious. She scolded her and said, "Why are you coming in? Why don't you get out quickly? Don't disturb my treatment."
Yang Yanrong was secretly amused, but not angry. Looking at her expression, it was clear that she was troubled by the disease. She shook her head slightly, said nothing, and stood aside to watch.
Yang Yanrong was not angry, but Pan Xiaoniuer was angry. Why? She is a patient, so isn’t my husband a patient? He stepped forward to argue with her, but was stopped by Yang Yanrong. The husband said: "Xiangyun,
Why should we treat her like a little girl? Haven't you seen it? She can't cure this disease, and she is getting angry and angry. This is a matter of quality, and we should not blame her. Alas, Master said: 'It is the fault of the father to raise him or not to educate him.
If the teaching is not strict, the teacher will be lazy.' This is what it means."
Pan Xiangyun pursed his lips and smiled, no longer angry, and whispered: "It is the father's fault if you fail to teach. If you do not teach strictly, it is the teacher's fault. This is not what Confucius said. This is what is said in the Three Character Classic. Don't get it wrong in the future."
Yang Yanrong sweated profusely. This thing is also wrong. It seems that there should be less poetry and words in the future, so as not to make the mistake again later and be embarrassed! Now that so many people have heard it, Yang Yanrong is embarrassed.
No matter how thick it is, I can't help but blush and dare not speak anymore.
Although the four young people were very anxious, they secretly found it funny when they heard that the guy in front of them even got the "Three Character Classic" and "The Analects of Confucius" wrong, and dared to openly say that it was from Confucius. Even the man who was being raped
The middle-aged scholar, who was tortured by the pain, coughed a few times. He wanted to laugh but couldn't. He just gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
Murong Rong listened to this guy's shameless lectures to her, and even moved out of Ziyue. When she heard that he had made a mistake, and that he was just pretending to be a pretentious person, she couldn't help but feel angry and funny at the same time. She gave Yang Yanrong a fierce look and said,
I no longer said anything about driving him away.
"Who has the best medical skills here? Why don't you just hire someone to treat her?" Looking at everyone's helplessness, Miss Pan curled her lips, glanced at Murong Rong dissatisfied, and said with a snort.
Murong Rong was speechless for a while, thinking that she was the best doctor here. If she couldn't cure him, then no one in this big "Jishantang" could cure her.
"Girl, this disease is called intestinal carbuncle." Yang Yanrong was about to remind the arrogant Murong Rong how to cure it, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said intermittently: "It is caused by the invasion of external evils and the heat in the intestines.
Improper eating can damage the spleen and stomach; running around in a hurry after eating a full meal, worrying or getting angry, and blocking the Qi mechanism, etc., leading to failure of intestinal conduction, stasis of Qi and blood, septicemia and turbid Qi, accumulation of dampness and heat in the intestines, and the onset of
It is intestinal carbuncle. If the heat and poison are too strong, the flesh will rot and turn into pus. To treat it, you only need to bend the elbows and perform moxibustion on the head and skull of the elbow to release pus and blood."
Holy shit, what is this? Yang Yanrong was confused when he heard it, but looking at the middle-aged man's expression, it didn't look like he was pretending. Nonsense, who is joking with his own life? Such a thing
, can you make a joke?
Murong Rong was overjoyed when she heard this and said: "Sir, you are really a master. This little girl's medical skills are shallow. Please give me some advice."
The middle-aged man nodded and softly said something that Yang Yanrong couldn't understand, "What is so, so, so and so?" Sure enough, the little girl picked up the silver needle and pierced the middle-aged scholar casually a few times.
Next, the middle-aged man breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face was no longer as pale as before.
Pan Xiangyun glanced at Yang Yanrong suspiciously, as if to say, husband, didn't you say that current medical skills can't cure him? How come Murong Rong cured him after just a few words from the scholar?
Yang Yanrong rolled his eyes and said to himself, how do I know? Don't ask me, hey, the things from our ancestors are better! It seems that we can't look down on the ancients casually in the future. Look at other people, firstly they don't have surgery, and secondly they don't take medicine.
After a few injections, the appendicitis was cured. He smiled sheepishly and no longer dared to talk nonsense.
"This disease is not difficult to cure. It's just that the pain is severe. Otherwise, I would have cured it myself. Alas, I'm in trouble, girl!" The middle-aged man received a few injections, and now he has enough energy to speak. He can no longer speak.
It's not as intermittent as before.
Murong Rongyu's face turned red, but she was covered with a veil so that no one could see her embarrassment. When she heard the middle-aged man say this, she quickly waved her hands and said: "Sir, please don't say that. It's no trouble, little one."
Women cannot afford it. This is the first time I have encountered this kind of disease. I would also like to thank you for your guidance."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, nodded, and said: "You can teach me! You and I are destined to meet each other. Let this book be a gift to you!" As he said this, he took out a book from his arms.
The book was bound in thread and he added: "These are all the cases I have encountered since I traveled around the world. The treatment methods above are all written by me. I hope it will be helpful to the girl."
Murong Rong took it and took a look, and was immediately shocked. She saw that the cases recorded in it were all unheard of and unseen cases, and the treatment methods were even more amazing. This book can be regarded as a manual of medical skills. I like it.
From what the young man said casually, he knew that this man must be a master of medicine. How valuable is the thing he wrote down personally? Thinking of this, Murong Rong quickly returned the book to the middle-aged man's hand and said
: "This little girl is not worthy of such a great gift. Sir, please take it back!"
The middle-aged man was immediately displeased, snorted and said, "What you said is wrong! This book is just a summary of my medical skills. I know everything written in it, but the cases are a little more special. I gave this book to the girl.
I just hope that the girl can treat more patients with this book and not let the patients suffer from the pain anymore. This is my biggest wish. The so-called parental heart of a doctor does not regard himself as the patient's parents, but the patient's parents.
Patients treat them as their own parents!”
What a good man! Yang Yanrong secretly praised him, and was immediately in awe of this middle-aged man who looked a little embarrassed. Although he considered himself not a good man, he was extremely respectful of this kind of doctor who devoted himself to medical skills and treated his patients like his parents.