385 Goodbye Chen Xuan
Master Wang hardly rested the whole morning, as he was wholeheartedly trying to teach Ping An more. He postponed all the social engagements he could during this period, and those that could not be postponed were arranged in the afternoon as much as possible.
After lunch, Ping An went to Sun Mansion immediately.
Qingshi and Wu Jun had just gotten up. They had taken turns keeping watch all night last night and only came back after breakfast. It was tiring.
Ping An first went to check on the young master of the Ma family. He recovered well after the operation and had no inflammation, which was what he was most worried about.
He prescribed another prescription which was specifically for this purpose and could promote the normal development of that part.
Master Ma smiled and handed over the purse: "Master Wan, I was so confused yesterday that I didn't pay for the consultation. I hope you will accept this."
He pointed to a small basket next to him and said, "Here are some inkstones. Our place can be said to be the hometown of inkstones. My Ma family has been making these for generations."
Ping An's eyes lit up: "Master Ma, speaking of this, one of my master's managers told me last night that he will go to buy some inkstones for my master tomorrow. I wonder which shops have better quality goods. Do you have any recommendations?"
Mr. Ma said, "The inkstones of my Ma family are of good quality. I will have someone send some directly to you."
Ping An shook his head: "If Master Ma thinks so, then I don't need to tell Uncle He, let him go by himself. I have accepted your gift today, but one thing is another, what is bought is bought, otherwise the master will punish me when I go back."
Mr. Ma sighed, "It doesn't matter, it's our own property. I'll write a letter and ask him to take it to Ma's. I'll definitely give you the lowest price. But Mr. Wan, I still want to bring my son here for a few days. If I don't take good care of him when I go back, the place will be ruined."
Ping An felt amused, how could it be so easy to rot?
"Okay, you can stay with the child for another five days. The stitches there are not ordinary ones, so they don't need to be removed. I used the best catgut. It will basically not hurt in another five days, but you still need to lie down at home for a while. Even if you get up, you still need to cover your front with something so that your clothes don't touch it."
"Oh, that's good. That's good."
There were two more people who needed mole removal today. By the time he finished all these, it was already 3 p.m. He hurried to the clinic again. When Mr. Chen saw him coming, he immediately went to greet him.
"Master Wan, my son's condition did not relapse yesterday, but he said he still felt like there was a burning sensation inside him, which was a bit uncomfortable, but not to the point where he couldn't bear it."
Ping An walked towards the small room where Master Chen lived: "I have heard from our two medical assistants, Master Chen, these are all normal phenomena. I told you yesterday that Master Chen has two kinds of poisons in his body, and the toxicity is very strong.
I will give him acupuncture for another five days, and prescribe detoxifying medicine, and it should be all cleared up. But after you go back, you have to avoid certain foods for a short period of time, and you have to recuperate. After all, your internal organs have been injured. I will give you a recipe for medicinal food that is specifically designed to treat his injuries."
Mr. Chen was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master Wan. Thank you, Master Wan."
It was an hour later that Ping An went out again.
It was mid-June, and the sun was still shining brightly in the western sky. If he went back at this time, he would have to copy books for an hour and write an essay in the evening.
At any time and in any dynasty, it is not easy to succeed in studying.
In the carriage, he opened the purse given by Master Ma, inside was three hundred taels of silver notes, which looked light and cute.
Looking at the small basket again, there were actually six nice inkstones in it. They looked thick and delicate, with a shiny black color. There were also several boxes of ink. If you bought these in a shop, you would have to spend at least two or three hundred taels.
The two patients I met this time were both wealthy.
Then again, it's not a special case. Normally, the case would be treated in the medical clinic. There's no need to go to him. He is now a well-known little medical saint.
This little medical saint is still a little weird.
How sacred is the term "Medical Saint"? Why did the emperor so capriciously bestow it on him and his master?
Even though they are masters, they are not worthy of this title now, but if the emperor wants to give it to them, they have to accept it.
It's just so stressful.
Qingshi said that many women sent people to plead for him and wanted him to remove their moles.
Let’s just forget about it for now. These moles won’t kill you. They just make you look a little ugly. You can cover them up with some powder.
He is so handsome that even with a little bit of facial concealer, he is still as handsome as jade. He will prevent any possible accident in the cradle.
Last November, the wife of the prince of the Marquisate had a caesarean section. By the middle of the twelfth lunar month, she finally recognized her as her godmother. There was no way to avoid it.
Logically speaking, he was lucky to have this kind of relationship with the Marquis' Mansion, but he really didn't want to recognize any more godmothers. These two godmothers were fine, but he would never recognize any more godmothers in the future.
The Zhou Dynasty was a pretty good dynasty, including its much better separation between men and women than some other dynasties. But it still cannot be compared with modern times, where male obstetricians and gynecologists can be found everywhere.
It's really nothing. The bodies of men and women are just slightly different in structure. So what? In front of life, it's nothing worth mentioning.
Mr. Ma asked Xiao Ming to deliver the letter from Master Ma to Uncle He. With this letter, when Uncle He goes to buy an inkstone tomorrow, he will not only be able to buy a good one, but also get it at a much cheaper price.
He just asked Xiao Ming to take a letter saying that he wanted to buy more.
As for gifts at this time, as long as there is someone who can read in the family, inkstones will never be out of stock. If they are cheap and of good quality, the more the better.
He lived in the front yard of the Wang family. After he came back, he went straight into his room and started copying books. No matter how good the teacher was to him, he had never told him that he could go to the study.
The gentleman said it was politeness, but he should not take politeness as a blessing. People still need to have a sense of boundaries, especially in the study.
At the Wang family's house, apart from the front yard, he would go to the old man's yard every day. After practicing martial arts in the early morning, he would accompany the old man to practice Tai Chi, and in the evening he would accompany the old man for a walk and chat.
The only places left to go are restaurants and toilets.
The next morning, after Ping An finished his martial arts practice, he did not go to accompany the old man for morning exercises. He had told him yesterday that he had a friend coming over, so after washing up and having breakfast, he waited in the front yard.
Chen Xuan arrived at the beginning of the morning hour.
The boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and handsome, looked at him with a smile.
"Brother Xuan, I haven't seen you for two or three years. You have grown taller and become more handsome."
Chen Xuan didn't quite understand what Ping An meant by handsome, he probably meant he was handsome.
"Ping An is three years younger than me, but he's the same height as me. However, I can recognize you even on the street."
Ping An took the person to his room.
"Brother Xuan, please sit down." Lin Feng served tea and received a red envelope from Chen Xuan.
"I learned that you were here, so I wanted to come and see you, without caring whether it was convenient or not."
Ping An said, "What's the inconvenience? Brother Xuan, what are you doing in Yingtian?"
"My jade sells very well here. Two years ago, my family opened another hole, and the quantity is still not small. The leftovers are processed into small items. This time I brought you some, it's also good to give it to others. I also brought a jade ornament for Old Master Wang."
He pointed to the small backpack that the servant brought in. There was a small package next to it, which he thought was the green jade ornament.
"Then I'd be remiss to refuse. I've almost used up the little item you gave me. Look, the hairpin I'm using now is the one you gave me."
Chen Xuan smiled: "I was afraid you didn't like it, so I'll give it to you later, Ping An. The drawings you sent me in the past two years are very popular, but you don't want my share. My father is embarrassed."
Ping An laughed out loud: "Uncle Chen, what's wrong with that? I just took the time to draw something for you. Why do you want money? Giving these will change the meaning. Look, you are giving me these now, so I don't plan to give you money.
By the way, I might go to Minzhou in September. The uncle of a friend of mine in Beijing is a big shot there. Would you like to try your luck there?"
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