Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

Qin Langjun looked at Banqin.

"Banqin, you don't feel comfortable here, why don't you come with me." He said suddenly.

Banqin bowed her head and saluted.

"Xie Langjun, servant girl, I don't want to go." She said.

It is not up to her to decide whether a maid will stay or not. Mr. Qin Lang should not ask her such a question, and she should not answer it.

Qin Langjun smiled, and Saturday Lang snorted.

"Go down," he said.

Banqin saluted, and retreated with a bit of panic.

The night shrouded the Zhou family's house, and in the first month, there were lights everywhere, shining festively and brightly.

Banqin stood behind a big tree outside Cheng Jiaoniang's yard as usual, looking at the yard that had not been locked.

She picked the bark with her hands and stared blankly at the courtyard.

A woman stepped out from the corridor, her delicate figure was outlined in the intersection of light and dark.

This is the... Banqin.

Banqin tensed her body, looked through the door to see what the maid was saying, two servants nodded respectfully and hurried to the door.

Banqin hurriedly retreated behind the tree.

"Miss Banqin, what do you want these for so late?"

"What do you care about, if people want it, just go and deliver it quickly."

The two maids walked quickly across the road talking and laughing, and the courtyard door was closed, blocking Banqin's sight.

She was stunned for another moment before turning around and taking a step. She staggered, but the feet she was standing on were numb from the cold. She bent over and rubbed vigorously for a long time before she calmed down a bit, and ran towards her residence rustlingly with her shoulders in her arms.

When encountering servants who watch the night on the road, it is necessary to examine them carefully.When I got back to my residence, the door was also locked.

She didn't dare to shout loudly, but knocked on the door carefully, and opened it after a few curses.

The lights in the room were already dark, and when I walked in, I didn't know what I bumped into, and there was another scolding for a moment, and then everything fell into silence.

On a sunny day, a carriage on the street stopped when it was about to turn a corner.

"Mr. Da Lang, Mr. San Lang." The servant girl raised the curtain of the car and shouted, jumping out of the car.salute.

Fan Jianglin and Xu Maoxiu came side by side.

"Is my sister here?" they asked, looking at the carriage.

No woman in the carriage reappeared.

"No, my lady asked me to bring some food over." The maid smiled.

Fan Jianglin and Xu Maoxiu nodded with a smile.

"Go back and tell your sister that the matter is almost over. It depends on when the contract can be signed." Xu Maoxiu said implicitly.

That is.When can I have money.

The maid nodded and saluted farewell.

People and vehicles go their own way.

Han Yuanchao stopped on the street.

"Yuan Dynasty? What's wrong?" the companion called back.

"I saw that girl just now." Han Yuanchao said, looking behind him,

The carriage turned into a narrow alley and disappeared.

"Which girl?" asked the companion.

Han Yuanchao smiled and went ahead instead.

"Neither." He laughed.

The companion smiled and shook his head to keep up.There was a commotion in the street.

"Get out, get out."

Accompanied by shouts.I don't know which guard opened the way randomly with a stick.

Pedestrians on the street ran away one after another, and those who were hit could only consider themselves unlucky. The status of being able to use guards to open the way was naturally not low, and they could not be charged with disturbing the people.

"Who is that?" Han Yuanchao and his companions were also squeezed aside, and couldn't help asking.

"Outsiders, right?" Someone next to him said, looking at the two of them, "He's still a scholar. Now that he's in the capital, some people have to memorize their emblems."

Han Yuanchao and his companion looked at each other and were amused.

"Dare to ask my husband. Which nobleman is this?" they asked.

The old man took some pride in being well-informed.

"Let me tell you, this is the carriage of Tong Neihan's family." He said, laughing softly as he thought of something, "Is this Tong Neihan going crazy from eating too much stalactite?"

Neihan is a scholar of the Imperial Academy, a close minister of the emperor, who drafted the imperial edict.

Han Yuanchao naturally knew that he also knew about this stalactite, because the elders in the family also took it.

But this is not something everyone can afford.

Jinshi elixir has always been enjoyed by the wealthy.

"3000 taels of stalactite." The old man walked away shaking his head. (Note 1)

This is not a rare thing in Beijing.

Han Yuanchao and his companion looked at each other, smiled, and continued on their way.

The streets resumed coming and going.

The galloping carriage stopped in front of a house, and there were four or five men waiting anxiously in front of the door, rushing over before the carriage stopped.

"Master Li, Master Li." They shouted in confusion.

The curtain of the car was lifted, a child jumped out first, and then Doctor Li got out of the car tremblingly.

"Hurry up." The greeter urged.

"No hurry, no hurry." Li Taiyi said.

The old man moved slowly, and the anxious people wanted to pick him up and run away, but this old man was a medical officer of the Imperial Medical Bureau, or a medical officer who was bestowed with purple robes by the Queen Mother, so he dared not take it easy.

The yard was full of crying.

"Why are you crying, you don't have to be discouraged!" A man in the room rushed forward and shouted.

The servant girl in the yard hastily covered her mouth.

Doctor Li stepped into the room, and the women in the room didn't care to avoid it.

"Master Li, let's see what's wrong with the master?" Tong Neihan's wife said with tears, and led him inside.

Dr. Li stepped into the room, and there was a man in his late fifties with a white face and a fat body lying on his back on the couch, trembling all over, with his eyes closed, uttering hoarse shouts.

Doctor Li didn't approach, and looked around directly, and sure enough, he saw a brocade box on a low table beside him, with a porcelain vase inside it upside down.

"Take stalactite again?" he said.

"Yes, it's new from the south." Mrs. Tong said, wiping her tears, "It's the best one. It just happened a few days after I ate it, and then it suddenly happened."

Doctor Li snorted.

"Didn't I say, Mr. Tong, it's better not to eat this thing?" He said.

"My lord, Master's legs are ill. It will only work if you eat this. If you don't eat it, you won't be able to leave." Mrs. Tong said with tears.

Doctor Li shook his head, looking at Tong Neihan who was still screaming hoarsely on the bed.

The little boy opened the medicine box and handed it over. Doctor Li picked up a gold needle from it, knelt down in front of the couch, pressed Tong Neihan's head with one hand, dropped the needle with the other, and pierced it into the hair.

The screaming in the house stopped.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miraculous doctor. Miraculous doctor." There was a low voice of admiration from outside.

"What kind of miracle doctor am I?" Li Taiyi muttered, stood up, and looked at Tong Neihan who was trembling on the couch.

"My lord is modest, my lord is humble." Mrs. Tong said hurriedly, wiping away her tears.

The sons on the side also hurriedly saluted and thanked him.

"Don't thank me, let's prepare for the funeral." Doctor Li said.

One sentence made the people in the room gasp, with horrified expressions.

"grown ups!"

The room suddenly became chaotic.

"I can't help it. It's just a way to let him go with a needle, otherwise it would be really..." Dr. Li shook his head and said, he has seen this kind of reaction to life and death too much, and he also I didn't feel anything anymore, so I greeted Xiaotong, "Either you go and ask another doctor to have a look."

The doctors of the Tai Medical Bureau said that there was no cure.Where else can I invite the doctor?

Everyone in the Tong family was ashamed.

Since the father was really hopeless, the funeral was a great one.There can be no mistake, the sons of the Tong family hurriedly invited the elders, or sent letters to the brothers from other places, the sad atmosphere was somewhat diluted by the busyness.

When the women outside heard the news, they burst into tears again.

"Oh my god, sister, what should we do?" Several beautiful concubines in their 20s hugged each other and trembled.

With Tong Neihan here, these beauties have no worries about food and clothing.If Tong Neihan was gone, they would be nothing at home.

Mrs. Tong must sell them.Or as a gift.

It's okay to give it to others, but some of them who gave birth to children are reluctant to part.

Immediately I couldn't help crying.

The master is dying, the master is dying, there is no cure...

Suddenly a beautiful concubine raised her head suddenly.

"You guys, have you heard?" she said tremblingly.

"What time is this, what gossip are you still thinking about?" A maid cried, "Leave other people alone, we will not be able to protect ourselves when we cross the river."

"No, no, there is someone, someone who said that it is not a mortal person who will die!" Mei Qie said, "Then, the master is a mortal person now, then he can be cured."

Everyone was crying, and they were muttering in the background, and soon they all looked over.

"What are you talking about? What is the death of a mortal person?"

Concubine Mei looked into the room and bit her lower lip.

"Ma'am, ma'am." She got up and shouted, and rushed in crying, "Please ask someone to come and show the master."

The relatives and elders who were discussing the funeral in the room were taken aback, and they were even more annoyed to see that it was a concubine.

"Ma'am, ma'am, that Miss Cheng who met the immortal." Mei Qie hurriedly said before she was dragged out, "The lady Cheng who cured the old lady of Chen Xianggong's family is from Jiangzhou, and belongs to Li Daozu and Li Shenxian. Apprentice, she can cure, but she said that it only cures people who are mortal!"

The members of the Tong family also heard about these rumors, but they didn't take them seriously.

"What's the trouble?" Mrs. Tong cried, kneeling in front of the couch, supporting her husband who was exhaling more and less exhaling and crying loudly.

"Madam, Madam, it's true. It's spread all over the world. Madam, go try it." The concubine also cried loudly, kowtowing on the ground, "Madam, let the master try again, you don't want to Master just died like this, someone can cure it, why not try it!"

Anyway, the master died, and she didn't end well. Even if this remark angered the madam, it's no big deal. If the master is really cured, not only will the wealth be preserved, but she will also be regarded as a great meritorious service.

These words really made Mrs. Tong furious, and the sons were even more downcast.

"Bitch maid." They shouted, "Come on, beat me out."

"Ma'am, Ma'am, it's really Mrs. Cheng who met the fairy. No one else can be cured. She said that only those who are about to die will be cured. I beg Madam, please show the master, please show the master. It can be regarded as dedication." The concubine shouted, and rushed forward to hug Mrs. Tong's leg tightly, "If the master is gone, we will not have a good life, Sanlang, Shiro, there is nothing to love..."

These words made the expressions of the men in the room a bit gloomy.

Tong Neihan's status is naturally enough to make love to his descendants, but he can only love the eldest son. The other sons either rely on studying for the imperial examination or wait for their father to get credit.

Studying in the imperial examination is hard work. Although Tong Neihan said that he is a close minister of the emperor, he is not the kind of position who can get credit at will, so the only way is to get seniority, so that if the next sons fail in the imperial examination, they can survive. Come to make up for it.

If he died like this, the future of his children and grandchildren would naturally be better than not having his father alive.

"That Mrs. Cheng can really be cured?" one of the sons asked.

The concubine was overjoyed and kowtowed.

"Please give it a try, my lord." She cried.

The son looks at other people.

"Then invite them." The older man made a decision and said.

"Wait." Mrs. Tong shouted.

Everyone hurriedly looked over, the concubine cried again immediately, and the sons hesitated to persuade her.

"That lady, there are rules when seeing a doctor. She doesn't come to see a doctor." Mrs. Tong cried, reaching out to pat the couch, "Hurry up and take your father!"

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Note 1: Bai Juyi's poem "3000 taels of stalactites, twelve lines of gold hairpins"

Today’s update, sorry (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)