Too many coincidences are no longer coincidences.

As for why the same internal organs were not the problem, Shen Jia felt that it was just like when he was Yang in his previous life. The same virus invaded the human body. Some people had nasal congestion, some coughed, some had stomachaches, some had high fever, and some had no symptoms.

The same is true for poison. The first thing it invades must be the worst part of the human body.

Shen Jia went to see the pulse record registered by Wen Liangcai.

When Wen Liangcai saw Shen Jia staring at the pulse record without saying anything, he thought something had gone wrong and explained: "My boss, we have registered these pulse records according to your request, after prescribing the pulse pulse records for the patients."

The wages at Bencaotang are high, with monthly bonuses and even bigger bonuses at the end of the year. They all like to be doctors here.

Shen Jia nodded: "You did a good job." Then he took Wen Liangcai's pulse record, pointed to the pulse record at the end of the year before last, and asked: "Do you have any impression of this person?"

Wen Liangcai carefully looked at the pulse case pointed out by Shen Jia and slowly recalled it.

Li Yumin grabbed the medicinal materials and saw Shen Jia's face was serious and Wen Liangcai looked thoughtful again. He thought something had happened and hurriedly came over and asked, "Xiao Jia, what happened?"

Shen Jia smiled and said: "No problem! I discovered something strange and I just want to know what it is?"

Li Yumin is a smart man. He knows that with Shen Jia's temperament, he would not bother to inquire if he didn't find something strange.

However, he was too sensible to ask any further questions.

He still understands why curiosity kills the cat.

Wen Liangcai thought about it for about two-quarters of an hour before he remembered, "Girl, I remember that the day this girl came to the hospital was very cold, it was snowing heavily outside, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street."

When Shen Jia heard this, she was intrigued and said hurriedly: "Can you tell me what the characteristics of this girl's appearance are?"

Wen Liangcai's face felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was a little embarrassed.

After a while, he whispered: "She is very beautiful, especially her hands, which are thin, white and smooth. Don't get me wrong, I felt her pulse with my fingertips when I took her pulse. It’s not deliberately bullying her.”

After Wen Liang finished speaking, he looked at Shen Jia uneasily, fearing that Shen Jia would criticize him.

Shen Jia smiled and said: "Everyone loves beauty. You are doing your normal job. I won't blame you."

Wen Liangcai breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

Shen Jia then asked about another pulse case from three months ago: "What about this one? Think about it carefully."

It didn't take long, and Wen Liangcai suddenly remembered, "I remember this girl. She came here with her face covered that day, and her hands are as delicate and smooth as that girl."

The hands of ancient embroiderers were generally delicate and smooth. If the hands were rough and calloused, the embroidery thread would be raised, but the hands of an embroiderer in the palace were even more demanding.

"They came once and stopped coming later?" Shen Jia asked again.

Wen Liangcai shook his head, "I never saw him again."

"Do you know where they live?"

"do not know."

"Okay, thank you. Don't tell anyone what I'm asking you, not even your family, do you understand?"

"I understand."

Shen Jia asked several other doctors, and without exception they all gave the same answer.

The last person to ask was Zhu Fu. This girl came to Bencaotang for medical treatment last month.

"Zhu Fu, please tell me carefully about this girl, including what you said to her that day. Tell me as much as you can remember." Shen Jia pointed to a pulse record in his pulse record book and said.

"Okay!" Zhu Fu fell into memories.

It was the Laba Festival that day, and it was snowing in the capital. Not many people came to the hospital to see a doctor. The other doctors in the hospital went home early in the morning.

There were only Zhu Fu, a medicine boy, and shopkeeper Li Yumin in the medical clinic.

About the beginning of the Youshi period, a woman wearing a curtain hat came into the hospital.

This woman came in with a heart-breaking cough. As soon as she came in, she made a blessing ceremony to Zhu Fu: "Doctor, please prescribe some medicine for me."

Zhu Fu asked her to sit down and took her pulse. He found that her pulse was very strange, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the pulse in her right hand was thin and astringent. Her entire body was emaciated and her tongue was dark with petechiae.

This shows that her lung disease is very serious and there is no way to cure it.

She said at that time: "Doctor, I know my illness. Please prescribe some cough medicine for me. It will make me feel less uncomfortable after drinking it."

Zhu Fu heard this and had to give her a relatively mild decoction to clear the lungs and relieve cough.

Zhu Fu asked her curiously: "Why did you delay seeing the doctor in such a serious condition?"

The woman said: "I saw several doctors at the medical clinic near my home, but they all had no effect. Later, I heard that the doctor at Bencaotang has excellent medical skills, so I came here."

Zhu Fu asked again: "Where do you live?"

"West of the city."

Zhu Fu told Shen Jia all the conversations that the woman had when she went to the hospital.

West of the city?

Shen Jiamo stroked his chin and pondered. It seemed that he wanted Liu Erhu to check on this woman.

Without further ado, Shen Jia picked up the medicinal materials she needed and left the medical center, taking a carriage directly to the west of the city.

Liu Erhu opened a small shop in the west of the city to sell steamed buns, and specially bought two servants to work in the steamed bun shop.

He himself only showed up at the bun shop in the morning, and then wandered around to get useful information.

His younger brother Liu Sanlin stopped attending school after one year and started selling steamed buns in another place.

Their main task is to gather information, and selling buns is a cover-up. Therefore, their buns are bigger than others, and their business is particularly good. They often give buns to beggars and children from poor families.

Liu Erhu had become familiar with him in the west of the city, and he often helped the vegetable farmers in the suburbs to connect and sell vegetables directly to the stewards of some large households. Without the middleman, the stewards made money, and the vegetable farmers did not have to bargain with the vegetable vendors.

It was also for this reason that he made friends with many stewards of wealthy families in Beijing.

Don't underestimate these low-level people. For example, the purchasing manager in Zhou Shaocheng's mansion likes to ask Liu Erhu for help every time he goes to the west of the city to buy things.

Lan Tang, who worked as a servant in the Zhou Mansion, often went shopping with the steward. It was Lan Tang who informed Liu Erhu that Lin Xue was going to sell Shen Ru's dowry.

Shen Jia did not go to Liu Erhu directly, but took Bai Kou around the west of the city. Then he met Liu Erhu by chance. After giving him an address, he went directly to a small house Shen Jia bought in the west of the city. .

This small house is Shen Jia's latest contact point in the west of the city, and Liu Erhu is the first person to know about it.

"This subordinate has met the boss."

"Liu Erhu, I'm here to ask you to help check a person this time. This woman is from the Shanggong Bureau. She is a beautiful woman about twenty years old. Her hands are very beautiful. She was sick a month ago and had a very bad cough. You check to see if this woman is still alive, and if you find out, find a way to notify me immediately. "

"Okay, is this the only woman?" Liu Erhu asked. (End of chapter)

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