408 Tired as a dog
When Ping'an saw his master, Sun Sicheng and Ruyi were already busy and confused, and there were several officials nearby who were also running around in a panic.
There were many people who were seriously poisoned, but very few of them really knew how to detoxify with silver needles. At this time, he missed his little apprentice very much.
"Master, Master."
Sun Sicheng initially thought it was an auditory hallucination, but when he turned around and saw Ping An, he remembered that according to the date, he should return today.
"Ping An, come over here and get the silver needles to detoxify. Uncle, you and Brother Wan go to the next door, Xiao Wu go help them. The students next door are moderately poisonous, there are more people than here, and most of the people here are people who have eaten too much."
Sun Hongyu didn't say anything. Saving people is like putting out a fire. There are more than a dozen people here, and Sicheng and Ping'an are almost enough.
Ping'an immediately opened the medical kit and directed Qingshi and Wu Jun to take off the poisoned person's outer clothes. September was not that cold, and cold was nothing compared to death.
With the joining of Ping An and his two companions, Sun Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the officials nearby also breathed a sigh of relief.
After a set of silver needles were inserted, the rest time before the needles were removed was enough to allow the second person to detoxify the silver needles. This is how Sun Sicheng got tired. Acupuncture consumes a doctor's physical and mental strength.
Ping'an's medical box contains two sets of silver needles and some gold needles. One set was given by his master and the other set was given by Hao's grandmother. But Ping'an would not take these out easily. The two sets of silver needles were enough to keep him busy.
An hour passed.
The dozen or so people here are temporarily out of danger.
Sun Sicheng, Ping An and others also sat down and gasped for breath. Where was their former elegance?
The prefect hurriedly brought his subordinates and personally came over with tea: "Master, Master Ping'an, thank you for your hard work."
Sun Sicheng and Ping An stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Prefect, why do you need to personally serve tea? Thank you very much."
Ping'an was also busy thanking him, but he was rolling his eyes in his heart. What he wanted most now was to sit down and take a break, not to drink tea. Even if he wanted to drink tea, Xiaowu, Qingshi and the others could get it. Why would he need to bow and thank again and again just for a drink of water?
A yamen runner came crawling in, "Master, Master, an old doctor in the third district has fallen unconscious. The doctor next to him said it might be an acute stroke. I want you to go over and take a look."
Sun Sicheng put down his teacup and said, "Ping An and Ru Yi, follow me. Qing Shi and Wu Jun stay behind to guard these people."
What is this?
The rescuer also fell down.
Ping'an followed the master to the scene, only to see an old doctor in his fifties or sixties lying on a makeshift medical bed made of two desks put together. His face was blue, he was foaming at the mouth, his mouth and nose were slightly crooked to one side, and he was twitching from time to time.
Typical symptoms of a stroke.
The doctor next to him was at a loss, but when he saw the eldest son coming, he immediately gave up his seat and went to other places to save people.
Ping An knew that under the current rules, outsiders would not and could not stand by and spy on others' secret skills.
Even the prefect who came with him and knew no medical skills had to stand and watch from a distance so as not to break the rules.
It's not just the master, it's the same for all medical skills. Even ordinary doctors won't easily pass on their medical skills to their disciples. It's really rare to find someone like the master who teaches his disciples without reservation.
"Ping An, watch how the master gives acupuncture to people like this."
"Yes, Master."
Ping An is not incapable of giving acupuncture to stroke patients, but he is not an expert. The best way is to watch and learn more.
If they were in the ward, I believe the master would let him practice directly and he would teach on the side. But it’s not possible here because someone is watching. Even if Ping An is very good at acupuncture, he is still an apprentice to outsiders.
Sun Sicheng is recognized as the best in treating stroke.
Ping'an helped the master and waited for him to finish a set of acupuncture.
Ping An hurriedly wrote a prescription and handed it to the master: "Master, is this feasible?"
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "It's feasible. If you wish, you can go and get the medicine yourself and make it ready. Keep a separate record of all the medicine costs."
The consultation fee is not included, but the medicine costs money.
Ruyi ran away with the prescription.
We were busy like this until mid-afternoon. More than 300 students were basically out of danger and were dispersed to various medical clinics across the city. Those with mild toxicity could return home after treatment and go to the medical clinic the next day to follow the doctor's instructions.
Sun Sicheng brought back ten people who needed to be admitted to the medical hall. There were originally six beds in the emergency room, and four small beds were barely added in the aisle. Basically, they could all go home to recuperate after three days.
The old doctor who had a stroke was from Huashoutang, which was Huo Zhi's family. After Huo Zhi returned home, he wrote to him almost once a month. His letters were very generous and every time he coaxed Ping An to go to Jiangnan.
Ping An sighed when he thought of this. He wanted to go to Minzhou, go abroad, and go to Jiangnan. There were so many places he wanted to go, but it was a pity that he still had to study.
"I'm fine, why are you sighing? Are you tired?"
Sun Sicheng came out from the inner room. These ten people had basically been detoxified and their stomachs cleansed. They could go home to recuperate the next day.
But I still have to go to Doctor Qin's house again later, because his treatment will take at least seven or eight days.
Ping An said aggrievedly, "Aren't you tired? I just got home last night, and I have to travel continuously and worry about things. It was different when I followed the master before. I didn't need to use my brain when I followed the master. I just had to eat, drink and read. It's different when I lead the team myself."
Sun Sicheng was so coaxed that he smiled happily: "Now you know what Master is good for, right?"
Ping An blinked his eyes, looking very innocent: "When did I say that Master was not well? Master, let's calculate the date. Fu An should be here in five or six days. When Fu An arrives, these people will have already recovered. Can we leave immediately?"
It was Sun Sicheng's turn to sigh. "The old doctor who had a stroke needs me to treat him for at least seven or eight days, or possibly ten days. But we can definitely leave on September 20th. You should make preparations and leave when the time comes."
Ping An thought of Wang Quan: "Master, Wang Quan's parents asked me to help him find a wife. You see, the five people you gave me this time are probably not enough. Should I buy a few more? In Yong'an, Shopkeeper Ge also said that he would not be responsible for Qingshi's marriage, so leave it to me."
Sun Sicheng was so happy: "Oh my God, Ping An is really the head of the family now. But then again, you have to list the ages of the unmarried men under you and what kind of women they are looking for on a piece of paper, so that you can be the head of the family."
There was something of a joke in his words, but Ping An took them seriously.
All the people under him have to be assigned well, this matter cannot be taken lightly.
Sun Sicheng looked at Ping'an's serious face and didn't want to laugh at him. Having a master like this is indeed a blessing for his subordinates, right?
“Ping An, seeing how you are doing, I have to consider the unmarried people under my command.
You already have eight women under your command. With Xuejian and Qian Xingzi, there are already ten of you. Together with the little guy Wang Xiaoming, there are twenty men besides Master Qin. In total, there is a shortage of ten people. Many of them are sixteen or seventeen years old, so there is no need to rush.
How about this, I'll ask Fang Xiao and Fang Ming to buy some training for women, they'll be ready for use in two or three years, there's no need for them to get acquainted, you're the master, you can just arrange the marriage."
Ping'an didn't think there was anything wrong with what his master said. At that time, the marriages of servants in each family were arranged by their masters, and there were many servants who were never arranged to marry in their entire lives.
Of course, he is different. He will try his best to make them like each other. It is better to have a happy marriage.
The master's suggestion is indeed great. Those trained in Medicine Valley generally know some martial arts and medicine. It's not that they have no skills at all, otherwise they would be unworthy of being his subordinates.
"Master, you are the best master in the world. I am sorry to trouble you with these matters."
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