075 Overnight stay in temple
In the afternoon, I didn’t leave after all.
Doctor Liu was actually a Buddhist layman. After his only family member passed away, he was left alone, so he simply sold his property and devoted himself to Buddhism, becoming a doctor in the temple.
The original doctor in the temple was old and was eager for someone to take over.
After dinner, Sun Sicheng took Ping An to see Doctor Liu for pulse diagnosis.
In fact, based on what the abbot said, the master and disciple were basically certain that there was something wrong with his stomach. After asking in detail, they found out that Doctor Liu had bad teeth, ate porridge all year round, and occasionally skipped dinner. He was so busy that he could not even eat breakfast.
"Doctor Liu, you have irregular meals, which has damaged your stomach. Also, because of your bad teeth, you have been eating porridge all year round. In fact, eating porridge all the time is not good for your stomach. You should eat more pasta."
Sun Sicheng told him in detail many ways to nourish the stomach, what to eat, what not to eat, and so on.
The more Dr. Liu listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he even took notes.
He was originally a doctor in the town, and his medical skills were considered good in the town, but in front of the eldest son of Baicaotang, they were not good enough.
Sun Sicheng just smiled and said, "Your illness mainly depends on nursing. Avoid eating raw or cold food. I'll prescribe a prescription for you. You can take the medicine yourself."
"Thank you, Master."
Ping An looked outside, then looked at his master, "Master, there are many people outside."
Doctor Liu stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
After a while, Doctor Liu came in, a little embarrassed, "Master, these are the old patients in the temple. My medical skills are really limited. Could you please help them to see a doctor?"
"Sicheng, you really can't leave today. Juecheng called me here and said that there is really nothing he can do about these old patients. The illness is really wearing them out." The old abbot actually came.
Sun Sicheng stood up and looked at the twenty or thirty people outside, all of whom looked unhappy.
Although the trip to Jiangnan cannot be delayed, I still have to give face to the abbot.
If it's not too late, we can still go back. At worst, the carriage will just have to turn on the lights and move slowly.
Every time Sun Sicheng took a patient's pulse, he asked Ping'an to try it. Of course, these people had no objection. It was a great honor to be treated personally by the eldest son.
The master and his disciple were busy for half the afternoon, and the number of people not only did not decrease, but increased. Tianguang Temple had many guest houses, and many people who came to worship were staying in the guest houses.
Most of these people were old ladies and old men who had gone up the mountain to recuperate. When they heard that the eldest son of Baicaotang was treating the monks in the temple, they all came to him.
The older people get, the more they fear death. They always feel uncomfortable here and there. When they go to the doctor, the doctor often says it's nothing.
How can it hurt if it's nothing?
It must be a problem of the doctor's level.
Sun Sicheng can be said to be a man of great insight. Even if the diagnosis is that there is really nothing wrong, he will still give the patient a few injections. For a person of such an old age, it is good to open up the meridians.
All those who have been treated feel refreshed. Ping An naturally knows this. This is somewhat of a spiritual victory.
There is nothing wrong with this, after all, humans are spiritual animals.
Sun Sicheng didn't charge for the consultation, how could that be okay? He didn't charge, right? Was this person who was favored by the eldest son his child or nephew? No matter, just give him the red envelope.
Those who can live in the guesthouse of the temple are basically old ladies and old men from well-off families. They live there for the quietness and the fragrance of Buddha.
These elderly people come from wealthy families and what they fear most is death. What’s a small red envelope to them?
Ping An never thought that he would receive so many red envelopes here, and even some gold and jade jewelry.
Getting rich again?
The master signaled him to take it, and he naturally would not refuse it.
Looking at the corners of the little guy's lips rising higher and higher, Sun Sicheng stood up and stretched. He had been busy all afternoon and dusk had already fallen.
Ruyi came over and said, "Young Master, the abbot is already waiting in the private room, and Jixiang has taken them to the restaurant."
Ping'an was packing the medical box. Although most of the medicines were from the temple, he also took out a lot of those that the temple was short of but happened to be in the medical box.
Ruyi took the medical box and sent it to the guest house where they were staying.
Ping'an pinched the big pocket of his inner shirt, and it was bulging with money.
Sun Sicheng glanced at the little hand pinching the pocket. Is money really that good? Is it so good that it makes people happy just by pinching it?
As far as I can remember, my three children rarely smile because of money.
That's all.
It cannot be denied that sometimes I deliberately show my affection for my little apprentice in front of patients. Isn't it just to get more red envelopes for him?
The vegetarian meal tonight was particularly sumptuous, and the old abbot smiled and asked Ping'an to eat more.
Sun Sicheng pinched his shoulder and said, "Abbot, I won't dare to come next time. I was so tired that I didn't even have time to drink water in the afternoon. Fortunately, Ping An helped me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish watching it now."
"Sicheng, you still come too little."
"It's ok to work hard, Abbot. We'll leave early tomorrow morning. The Sanfei here tastes good and is perfect as a snack for children. Please bring more for my Ping An."
The old abbot laughed and said, "Yes, of course there is. I have asked someone to pack it up. There are also dried peaches. Be safe and eat more vegetables. I don't know when I will come next time."
"Thank you, Master, for your peace."
"Sicheng, I have asked someone to go to the city to customize the belly band you drew. If it works well, can you tell the pilgrims? Of course, I will tell them that it was invented by the eldest son of Baicaotang.
Ping An, you are still young, it is not a good thing to carry some reputation too early. "
"Master, what I know is what my master taught me."
Sun Sicheng felt as if he was being caressed by a feather and felt comfortable from the bottom of his heart. The abbot was right. It is never a good thing for a child to show his talents too early.
His peace will grow steadily, little by little, and finally flourish.
"Abbot, you should be careful about your palpitations. Always carry quick-acting heart-saving pills with you. If you feel uncomfortable for a few days, you must have someone with you. Otherwise, even if you carry the medicine, you may not be able to feed it into your mouth when an attack occurs. This is what happened to the old man who was saved by Ping An."
The abbot nodded repeatedly.
"Sicheng, I have something to ask of you."
"Why are you being so cautious? It scares me. There's no need to ask for things you can do, and there's no point asking for things you can't do."
The abbot sighed and said, "I became a monk when I was young, and I have no relatives at home. Four years ago, a friend from my childhood sent me a child, his grandson. This friend, like me, has no relatives and no family, and he himself is seriously ill, but he has no one to trust.
After much deliberation, he finally came to me. Two months after I came to him, he fell seriously ill and died.
I promised my friend to help raise him and not to enter the monastery. As you can see, my health is not good enough. I am suffering from heart palpitations and I am not sure if I can live for more than ten years, or even twenty years. Three to five years is possible, or even longer."
"Sicheng, I want him to follow Ping An. That child has a tragic fate. His parents died in an accident when he was young, and he is left alone."
Sun Sicheng suddenly interrupted him: "Abbot, you should find someone else. Since you said that the child has a bad fate, who knows if he will ruin Ping An's luck?"
The abbot shook his head: "Am I that kind of person? Would I harm you? That child is a very good person, with a pure heart. Following Ping An is good for both him and Ping An.
The child is called Lin Feng, he is nine years old this year. In the past three or four years, I have had people teach him martial arts and literacy. He has amazing perseverance and great talent at such a young age. "
"Can I see him?"
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