Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

Wu Qian's diagnosis does indeed align with later generations' conclusions.

Jia Jing then asked:

"What do you mean by improper medication? Was the previous doctor's prescription inappropriate?"

"It's not that the prescription is inappropriate! The main problem is that ginseng, cinnamon, and other similar tonics shouldn't be taken for extended periods."

"This type of medicine is too hot in nature, so the priority should be to soothe the liver and nourish the stomach. Also, your family should not take too much of this Ginseng Nourishing Pill."

"Ginseng Nourishing Pills are a common tonic, composed of ginseng, atractylodes macrocephala, poria cocos, angelica sinensis, and rehmannia glutinosa. They are designed to invigorate qi and blood, nourish the heart and calm the mind, and are suitable for her symptoms of qi and blood deficiency and fatigue."

"However, this medicine is warming and nourishing, while your sister's illness is essentially due to yin deficiency and excessive fire."

"Long-term use not only fails to cure the condition, but may also exacerbate heat and damage yin, worsening the condition of 'liver fire rising and wood fire attacking metal,' leading to a worsening of symptoms such as coughing and coughing up blood."

Wu Qian stroked his long beard and spoke slowly.

"So that's how it is!" Jia Jing seemed to understand. Ginseng and other such things are good, but they won't work if the medicine is not right for the condition.

This Ginseng Nourishing Pill is quite precious. I thought it was a good medicine that would benefit Lin Daiyu's illness.

In retrospect, it was not only not beneficial, but it was actually an overdose that harmed Lin Daiyu's health.

No wonder later generations interpreted the Ginseng Nourishing Pill as a mockery of the Jia family's reliance on Lin Daiyu to prolong their lives.

"Nurturing Rong, nurturing Rong, it's not Lin Daiyu's body that's being nurtured, but the Rongguo Mansion."

However, with myself here, I no longer need Lin Daiyu's "ginseng" to nourish me in this lifetime!

Jia Jing's expression hardened, and he said:

"In that case, the previous prescriptions and medicines will no longer be used!"

"Does Physician Wu have a good way to cure my sister's illness? Ideally, it would be a cure that eradicates the root cause!"

Wu Qian thought for a moment, carefully choosing his words, and said:

"If someone else were to treat this illness, it would be quite difficult to cure it completely, but since Your Excellency has come to me, the situation is naturally different..."

Seeing this, Jia Jing understood the implied meaning and promised:

"If Judge Wu can cure my sister, I will reward you handsomely!"

Wu Qian laughed heartily, his expression brightening, and said:

"Your Excellency is too kind. There's no need for thanks. Doctors have the heart of parents; I was merely doing my duty!"

Jia Jing was ennobled at a young age and also commanded the Ba Shang Camp, holding a high position and wielding great power. During this period, he became very famous in the capital city.

Even Wu Qian, a court physician who rarely participated in court affairs, had heard of his deeds many times and knew that this Marquis was favored by the emperor and was no ordinary man.

This is why he was able to come when Jia Jing invited him.

Upon receiving his promise, Wu Qian was overjoyed and immediately became very attentive, sitting down to take Lin Daiyu's pulse again.

Then he solemnly said:

"I plan to treat your sister's illness in three stages with medication."

"In the first stage, the formula Hei Xiaoyao San is used to soothe the liver and relieve depression. This is to relieve liver depression, make the Qi flow smoothly, and create conditions for subsequent nourishing Yin and tonifying the lungs."

"In the second stage, we use the Lily Bulb Decoction to nourish yin and moisten the lungs. This formula is for replenishing qi and blood, strengthening the spleen and nourishing the heart. It is specifically used to treat symptoms caused by excessive thinking and overwork that injure the heart and spleen."

"In the third stage, we will use Gui Pi Tang, which strengthens the spleen and stomach. Your sister's spleen and stomach are weak, and the medicine is difficult to absorb. We should strengthen the spleen first before supplementing her diet."

"These three methods, combined with my family's unique acupuncture technique, promote the flow of qi and blood."

"With dietary adjustments, rest and avoidance of overwork, and emotional regulation, this condition can be cured within a few months."

"But Your Excellency must remember that this illness is not only physical, but also psychological. In the future, you should pay attention to alleviating your sister's depression and reducing emotional stress."

"I have noted it down! Please have Physician Wu administer the acupuncture and medicine!" Jia Jing said in a deep voice.

Wu Qian then instructed his female apprentice to perform acupuncture on Lin Daiyu through a curtain, while he wrote down the pulse diagnosis.

They were busy for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before they stopped, and Daiyu's face had regained some color.

After seeing Wu Qian and his disciple off, Xueyan went to get the medicine and prepare it, leaving only Daiyu, Zijuan, and Jia Jing in the room.

Jia Jing walked to the bedside. The bed curtains had already been opened, so there was no need to avoid Wu Qian, the outsider, just as there had been before.

Lin Daiyu was leaning against the pillow at this moment, wearing a moon-white silk jacket and a light blue vest over it.

Her black hair was loosely tied up, and her face had only a trace of color, except for a touch of pale red between her lips, which made her eyebrows and eyes appear even more serene.

Seeing Jia Jing return after seeing Wu Qian off, she looked at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes and said in a low voice:

"Why should I care about you, Third Brother! I heard what you were saying just now. Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. These are not things that can be forced by human effort."

"Why did Third Brother waste his favors on me? I'm not worth it..."

Daiyu felt a slight sting in her nose. She knew that the physician who had just treated her was a judge from the Imperial Medical Academy, and that it was not easy to invite such a person over.

Besides, Jia Jing just said that he would "repay the debt handsomely," which is probably not just gold and silver, but also a favor owed.

My third brother is a high-ranking official in the country. His favors are invaluable and priceless, yet he did it for me...

Is it worth it for my sickly cousin?

Daiyu felt a mixture of warmth and panic in her heart. After speaking, she lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the edge of the brocade quilt.

Jia Jing sat down on the embroidered stool by the bed, not in a hurry to respond to Daiyu's words.

Instead, he carefully examined her complexion—her brows were furrowed with worry, and her eyes were bloodshot, a clear sign of grief and anger damaging her liver.

"If Lin Daiyu really feels bad that I owe her a favor, then from now on, eat well, sleep on time, be happy every day, and get better soon."

"You heard what Dr. Wu said earlier. Your illness is curable. Just be careful not to overthink things, and don't keep anything that makes you unhappy to yourself."

"Otherwise, if your illness doesn't improve after a long time, I'll have to use my connections to invite two other renowned doctors, Zhang Lu and Yu Jiayan, to treat you!"

"I've heard that Ye Tianshi from Jiangsu and Zhejiang is a highly skilled physician who founded the Wenbing School of Medicine. He is revered as a contemporary medical sage and a reincarnation of Bian Que. If there's a chance in the future, we can ask him to examine Lin Daiyu."

Jia Jing's expression was thoughtful and solemn as he spoke, seemingly considering whether or not to invite other renowned doctors to treat Lin Daiyu.

Upon hearing this, Daiyu was first stunned, and then her ears quietly blushed.

She glanced at Jia Jing sitting on the embroidered stool, trying to find a clue on his calm face.

Jia Jing did not wear official robes or armor this time, but instead changed into a plain dark blue padded jacket.

With an official seal hanging at his waist, he lost some of the fierceness of a military general, but gained a refined and noble air that he usually exuded as a young master from a prominent family.

At this moment, his expression remained unchanged, his brows furrowed with seriousness, showing no sign of joking with Daiyu.

Unable to find any clues, Daiyu's mind raced, and she carefully pondered Jia Jing's words.

Third brother... what does this mean?