Eight Young Masters of Yang Family Generals

"Doctor, how is Mr. Chen's illness?" A young man asked anxiously, "Is it very difficult to treat? I think Mr. Chen may not be able to support it soon."

Murong Rong was also anxious for a while, she had never encountered this disease before, until now, she didn't even know the name of this disease, how can it be cured?

When she was in a hurry, seeing Yang Yanrong came in, she immediately became angry, scolded, and said, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go out soon? Don't disturb my treatment."

Yang Yanrong was secretly amused, but she was not angry either. Looking at her expression, she knew that she was stumped by the disease. She shook her head slightly, did not speak, and just stood aside and watched.

Yang Yanrong was not angry, but Pan Xiaoniu was angry, why, he is a patient, isn't my husband a patient?I was going forward to argue with her, but was stopped by Yang Yanrong, and my husband said: "Xiangyun, why do you have to be as knowledgeable as a little girl like her? Haven't you seen it? She can't cure this disease, and she is getting angry from embarrassment. This is the quality Let’s not blame her for the problem, hey, the Master said: “It’s the father’s fault to raise or not teach. The teacher’s laziness is the fault of the teacher.” That’s what he meant.”

Pan Xiangyun pursed his lips into a smile, and stopped being angry, and said in a low voice, "It's the father's fault if he raises or not. The teacher's laziness is the fault of the teacher if he is not strict. This is not what Confucius said. This is what is in the Three Character Classic. Don't make mistakes in the future."

Yang Yanrong was sweating profusely, this thing was also made a mistake, it seems that there should be less poetry and words in the future, so as not to make a mistake again when the time comes, it would be embarrassing!Now that so many people have heard it, no matter how thick-skinned Ren Yang Yanrong is, he can't help but blush and dare not speak anymore.

Although the four young men were very anxious, they secretly felt funny when they heard that the guy in front of him even got the "Three Character Classic" and "The Analects" wrong, and dared to say it was from Zi Yue.Even the middle-aged scholar who was tortured to death by the illness coughed a few times, wanted to laugh but couldn't, just gritted his teeth, enduring it was too painful.

Murong Rong listened to this guy's boastful words to teach her a lesson, and even brought up Ziyue. When she heard that he had made a mistake, she was just pretending to be a liar. She couldn't help being angry and funny, and gave Yang Yanrong a hard look. No more words to drive him away.

"Who has the best medical skills here? If you go and invite them to treat them, it will be over!" Seeing everyone's helplessness, Miss Pan curled her lips, stared at Murong Rong dissatisfied, and said with a snort.

Murong Rong was speechless for a while, she thought that she was the best doctor here, if she couldn't cure herself, no one in the Nuoda "Jishantang" could cure her.

"Girl, this disease is called intestinal carbuncle." Yang Yanrong was about to remind the arrogant Murong Rong how to treat it, but he didn't expect the middle-aged man to grit his teeth, and said intermittently: "It's due to the invasion of external evils, which block the intestines; Irregular diet damages the spleen and stomach; running around in a hurry or worrying and anger after a full meal, obstructed qi movement, etc., leading to failure of intestinal conduction, stagnation of qi and blood, stagnation of turbid qi due to sepsis, stagnation of dampness and heat in the intestines, hair and Intestinal carbuncle. If the heat and poison are too strong, the rotten flesh will rot and turn into pus. To treat it, you only need to bend the two elbows, and moxibustion on the elbows and skulls are all strong, and pus and blood will be released."

Damn, what is this?Yang Yanrong was confused, but judging by the middle-aged man's expression, he didn't look like he was pretending, nonsense, who made fun of his own life?Can you joke about this kind of thing?

Murong Rong was overjoyed when she heard that, and said: "Sir, you are really an expert, but the little girl's medical skills are shallow, please show me, Mr. Pan."

The middle-aged man nodded, and softly said something that Yang Yanrong couldn't understand, why was it so and so, and so and so, and sure enough, the little girl picked up the silver needle and pricked a few times on the middle-aged scholar's body casually. Suddenly, the middle-aged man breathed a long sigh of relief, and his complexion was not as pale as before.

Pan Xiangyun looked at Yang Yanrong suspiciously, as if to say, Husband, didn't you say that the current medical skills can't cure it?Why did Murong Rong heal him as soon as the scholar said a few words?

Yang Yanrong rolled his eyes and said to himself, how did I know?Don't ask me, hey, it's better to have something from our ancestors!It seems that we can no longer look down on the ancients casually.If you look at other people, if you don’t have an operation or take medicine, if you give them a few injections, your appendicitis will be cured.He smiled embarrassedly, and didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore.

"This disease is not difficult to treat at all, it's just that it hurts badly. Otherwise, I'll cure it myself. Alas, troublesome girl!" Not as intermittently as before.

Murong Rongyu blushed, but she was covered with a veil so that people couldn't see her embarrassment. Hearing what the middle-aged man said, she quickly waved her hands and said, "Sir, don't say that, don't worry about any troubles, little one." Women can't bear it, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of disease, and I also want to thank you for your teaching."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Children can be taught! You and I know each other by fate, and this book should be your gift!" As he spoke, he took out a copy from his pocket. The thread-bound book came, and said: "This is all the cases I have encountered since I traveled around the world. The above treatment methods are all written by myself. I hope it will help the girl."

Murong Rong took it over and took a look, she was startled immediately, and saw that the above records were all unheard of and unseen cases, and the treatment methods were even more amazing. This book can be regarded as a treasure of medical skills. From the words that the young man said casually, he knew that this person must be a master of medicine.What is the value of what he wrote down himself?Thinking of this, Murong Rong hurriedly returned the book to the middle-aged man, and said, "I am ashamed of such an honor, my little girl, please take it back, sir!"

The middle-aged man was immediately displeased, snorted, and said: "Miss, 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 special. I will give this book to the girl. I just hope that the girl can heal more patients with this book, and don't let the patients suffer from the pain again. That is my greatest wish. The so-called parental heart of a doctor is not to regard himself as the patient's parents, but to treat himself as the patient's parents. Treat patients as their own parents!"

Good man!Yang Yanrong gave a secret compliment, and was immediately in awe of this middle-aged man who looked a bit embarrassed.Although he thinks he is not a good person, he has great respect for this kind of doctor who has selflessly dedicated to medical skills and treats patients like parents.