Volume 3 Troubled Autumn Chapter 5 Sang Sang's Illness
Volume 3: The Eventful Autumn Chapter 5: Sangsang’s Disease
The black carriage drove like a flying car, crossing the East City, forcibly opened the gate of Zhuque City with two waist signs, and followed the straight official road toward the academy in the south.
In the carriage, Ning Que hugged Sangsang tightly, groping in the wall of the carriage with his right hand, constantly gasping. He was in excellent health, and after practicing Haoranqi, he breathed for a long time. Of course, he was not because of fatigue or hard work, but because of
Fear - because he could feel Sangsang's body getting colder and colder through the thick bedding.
Finally, he found the small wine pot he had prepared before. Without any hesitation, he unscrewed the lid with his trembling fingers and handed it to Sangsang's lips. A strong smell of wine filled the carriage.
Sangsang closed his eyes tightly, his sparse eyelashes trembled slightly, his face was pale, his slightly gray lips were also tightly pursed, and his teeth were clenched. Ning Que's strong wine poured out of the wine pot could not enter her at all.
Her mouth flowed down the corners of her lips, wetting the bedding.
Ning Que looked at the dripping wine, her weak face, and her body and mind were occupied by fear. He was so scared that he felt a little weak. He lowered his head in pain and hugged her tighter.
Sangsang hasn't been sick for a long time. To be more precise, she has never been sick since she left Weicheng and came to Chang'an. But today she is so sick that it is every time Bi Ningque's memory
It was terrible that he was afraid, so he made a decision immediately. Instead of carrying her to the clinic, he carried her onto the carriage and ran towards the academy in the south of the city.
There are no doctors in the academy, but there are teachers and senior brothers in the academy. Ning Que believes that as long as Sangsang still breathes when he arrives at the academy, then she will be fine.
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Facts have proved that Ning Que's judgment is correct.
He ran into the clouds and mist with Sangsang in his arms, came to the cliff square behind the academy, shouting at the other side of the lake. The senior brothers and sisters who were still sleeping suddenly woke up and were discharged from the hospital to welcome him. The one who walked in front was
Senior Sister Seven, before going to bed, she was embroidering a butterfly cat. She fell asleep with her clothes late at night. At this time, there was an embroidery needle inserted on her hair bun, and her face was still full of fatigue and was woken up by someone.
Angry.
When she saw Ning Que's panic expression and Sangsang in his arms, she immediately understood what was going on. The tiredness and anger on her face suddenly turned into solemnity. She did not ask Ning Que, but just looked at it.
Sangsang's pale face pulled out the embroidery needle from his bun, and stabbed four points on her neck like lightning.
The needle fell into the wind, and Sangsang let out a light whisper, still frowning and not waking up, but the pale color on his face faded a little, reappearing the original faint black.
"Senior sister... how about it?"
Ning Que looked at Senior Sister Seven and asked in a trembling voice. He had no idea that in addition to embroidery, his senior sister could also use needles to treat people. However, looking at Sangsang's changes, he suddenly had a lot of hope.
"The coldness attacks the heart, it's a bit dangerous. I can only use the needle to suppress it first." Senior Sister Qi said.
Ning Que's arrival woke everyone on the back mountain lakeside of the academy. The eldest brother also appeared in the distance, but his movements were still so slow, as if nothing could make him feel anxious or anxious.
Senior Sister Qi looked at the eldest brother, and for some reason, her expression became much more relaxed, and she shouted: "Senior Brother, pull the Eleventh one over from the mountain, but it's faster."
The eldest brother was stunned and turned around and walked back to the forest behind him.
Senior Sister Qi looked at Ning Que's anxious expression and comforted him, "There is no big problem. You can take Sangsang to the thatched cottage first. If the teacher is there, there will be no accident. When the Eleventh One comes, you will be fine."
Ning Que doesn’t understand the meaning of senior sister. If the teacher is willing to take action, Sangsang will naturally not have any trouble. But why should I wait for Senior Brother Eleven?
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The morning light gradually came, covering the back mountain of the academy, landing on the gold-like grass silk on the eaves of the thatched hut, and then reflected to the mountains and forests further away, and there was a bright spot on the meadow surrounded by flowers and trees.
Ning Que, Chen Pipi and others stood outside the cottage, waiting for news inside. Since last spring, Sangsang has often entered and exited the back mountain of the academy, and has been loved by everyone with his good food and quiet personality.
As for Lianxi, when she knew that she was extremely ill, the disciples of the academy couldn't help but be very worried. Tang Xiaotang even had her eyes red in an anxious manner, but Ning Que was much calmer than before.
Because the teacher had woken up and was in the thatched cottage at this time, he believed that even if Sangsang had already stepped into the underworld, the teacher would have the ability to pull her back.
At this moment, Wang Chi walked out of the thatched cottage, Ning Que hurried forward, Wang Chi looked at him and said, "She was born with deficiency of body deficiency, and the yin and coldness have been in the viscera for many years. This old disease will be severe every time it occurs.
Once, the longer the hiding time is, the more serious the disease will be... I checked her pulse before and confirmed that she had suffered from a great cold a while ago. Recently, she was overthinking her mind and reached this point now."
Ning Que asked, "It won't be a problem, right?"
Wang Chi said: "Sister Seven's golden needle pressing pulse is very timely. I decocted her with the side medicine. It should be able to relieve the cold slightly. It has nothing to do with it. But you should pay attention to keeping warm in the future and dare not suffer from any wind and cold."
Ning Que immediately relaxed as he heard this, and suddenly felt his legs were a little soft.
Wang Chi suddenly thought of something and looked at him and asked in confusion: "My junior brother, Sangsang's disease was brought from his mother's womb. I think it has been a disease many times in the past few years. There is no good doctor in Weicheng, and it is even more in Chang'an City.
They are all a group of quack doctors. How did you use to make her survive until now?”
When Sangsang was young, Ning Que often took her to see a doctor. The silver she had saved with great effort was basically spent in the medicine shop, but it was useless. Later, he occasionally discovered a way, which made Sangsang survive.
Today, listening to the senior brother's question, he did not dare to hide anything and answered honestly: "Later, every time Sangsang's illness broke out, I always asked her to drink a big bag of strong wine."
The second senior brother stood silently outside the thatched cottage, with no expression on his face. At this moment, he heard that Ning Que was actually treating Sangsang with strong wine over the years, and he immediately frowned and seemed extremely unhappy.
Wang Chi nodded after pondering for a moment and said, "This is indeed a right method. Although the warm pulse of strong alcohol can only be temporarily treated with symptoms, it is much cleaner than those rotten medicines."
Fortunately, there was such an evaluation, otherwise the second senior brother would never have spared Ning Que.
Seeing Wang Chi's figure disappearing into the flower tree, Ning Que only realized today that this Eleventh Senior Brother who loves Hua Yan is actually a saint of medical skills. He thought about the head full of his eyes when he first entered the back mountain.
The foolish man from Huapean couldn't help but feel a little worried and said, "Is Senior Brother Eleven... reliable?"
Senior Sister Seven said: "Old Eleven's spirit is above flowers and plants in this life. How can the idiot Lu Chenjia and others who only love their form and do not know their souls can match it. He can recognize all the flowers and plants in the world.
It is the most reliable to argue about all the uses of flowers and plants in the world, and to be proficient in all herbal techniques.
Listening to this, Ning Que finally felt relieved, but he was not completely relieved, because in his opinion, the most reliable person in the world is of course the teacher, and he has to listen to what the teacher said.
The cottage was air-flowing, and there were only a few screens placed on the platform in a row. There was a large couch inside, which was the Master's residence. Sangsang was lying there at this time.
Sangsang woke up for a while before, and then fell asleep again under the influence of the medicine. Tang Xiaotang put the medicine bowl next to him, wet the towel with boiling water, twisted it until it was half wet, and then carefully put it until it was still cold.
On his forehead, he held her little hand and said something softly.
Looking at the scene through the screen, Ning Que felt very grateful. Then he turned to look at his master and asked worriedly: "Teacher, do you see...is there anything wrong?"
The Master got up much earlier than usual today, so he was in a bad mood. He just thought that Ning Que would be in a worse mood at this time, so he endured it and did not scold him.
He held a bowl of lotus seed porridge and blew it in, saying, "What's the matter? It's better to bask in more sunshine on weekdays."
The seemingly irresponsible words made Ning Que really feel relieved, because since the Master said it was okay, Sangsang would definitely be fine, but... is it useful to bask in the sun?
He walked to the Master, took the bowl of lotus seed porridge, stirred it carefully with the spoon, and asked with an unprecedented respectful attitude: "Teacher, Sangsang's body... Didn't you say it was okay last time?"
The Master said: "She has a congenital cold and has not been treated seriously in recent years. I don't know how much yin and cold breath has accumulated in the internal organs. Fortunately, she met the opportunity to worship Wei Guangming as her teacher. She can pick up the brilliance of the sky, so she will naturally be able to
Suppress those cold and cold breaths. As long as the time goes by, the divine light in her body can turn the cold and cold breaths into nothingness. I told you that day that it was okay, then it would be okay. Are you questioning me?"
Ning Que confirmed that the lotus seed porridge was cold, so he respectfully handed it over and said humbly: "The teacher is slapping me in the face. The disciple just doesn't understand what's going on."
The Master looked at him and said sarcastically: "What's wrong with you? You were a sick little girl, but you, the ruthless master, took her to fight with Xiahou... Is Xiahou so easy to kill?
Help you, she shone brightly on the cliff that night, and her momentary intention was to exhaust all her divine light. The cold breath in her body was suppressed for many days, and suddenly she regained her freedom. Naturally, she had to find the opportunity to rebel, but she didn't know
How did you bully her recently? This little girl’s rare mental loss has caused the current danger.”
Ning Que was speechless, thinking that it was indeed all her fault, but Sangsang was quiet and even a little dull, something that could make her lose her mind... Could it be that it was an engagement?
"Teacher, since it is congenital cold, how can we get rid of the disease?"
The Master took a sip of lotus seed porridge, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "I said before that curing diseases is very simple. Bloom more and practice magic skills frequently. When the magic skills are perfected, the little girl's illness will naturally recover."
Ning Que thought about traveling far away soon, and asked tentatively: "The journey to Lanke Temple is long. She is now in a weak state. Can you not go?"
The Master was furious and scolded: "Which family is you? You won't walk without the service of the little maid? Even if she wants to recuperate, you can go by yourself. Besides, the Buddha Sect also has its own skills, Lanke Temple
Even if the little monk is a teacher, he admires his medical skills, and you should not see it yourself."
Ning Que said helplessly: "Just go, teacher, why do you get so angry?"
The conversation between Master and Ning Que has already made the disciples in the thatched cottage want to laugh. After listening to Ning Que's last words, people couldn't help laughing.
The eldest brother didn't laugh. He looked at Sangsang on the couch, his face full of worry and pity.