212 Something Big Happened in the Southwest
Sun Sicheng frowned and said, "It's not easy to cure knee pain. Let me take a look at you. Ping An, come with me."
The old abbot nodded and said, "Sicheng, it's already noon. Why don't we go to the restaurant and you can examine me there?"
Sun Sicheng nodded, and followed Ping An and Wan Li.
In fact, Ping'an almost guessed that the old abbot was suffering from synovitis, which was mainly caused by bone degeneration and bone hyperplasia. It is indeed not easy to cure, but it is not impossible to alleviate.
Arrived at the small restaurant.
Sun Sicheng frowned even more after checking him: "Ping An, you take a look."
Ping'an did not hesitate and went over to carefully examine the old man's knees and ankles.
"Master, if I'm not wrong, the abbot has gout, and there is fluid in his knee joints. If it's not treated properly, it will get worse and worse until he can't walk. The ankle is just gout, which is not very serious, but it is difficult to get rid of it. You can use folk remedies to relieve it, and pay attention to your diet."
Sun Sicheng's eyes were full of smiles: "The master also made the same diagnosis, abbot, let's eat first. After dinner, the two of us will help you treat it. It will take more than a short time for you to recover."
The abbot nodded and asked someone to fetch some clean water.
Ping An said, "Master Abbot, we came here this time to see you and to help Lin Feng move the graves of his parents and grandmother. Is that feasible?"
The abbot laughed loudly, "It's OK, it's OK, it's OK too. Haven't you asked people to start preparing? Sicheng, Ping'an, it's appropriate to break ground in the next four or five days. After these days, it will have to be postponed for another seven days. Let's put his grandfather in the back mountain. The back mountain of Tianguang Temple is nice, and many people want to come but can't."
"Thank you, Master Abbot."
"Xiao Ping An, if you treat him sincerely, he will treat you sincerely. You and Lin Feng are destined to be together for life. He is also a good child. Your relationship is just like that between Wan Li and your master."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "The abbot gave it to me when your uncle Ming was ten years old. That was my first time to Tianguang Temple."
Ming Wanli treated the abbot with respect and admiration from beginning to end.
After the master said this, Ping An suddenly understood.
Wanli's eyes were slightly red. "I was abandoned on the mountain when I was young. Since I was old enough to understand, I thought I would be a monk in this life. Who knew that the abbot said that my earthly fate was not over yet and he would find a good master for me."
The abbot smiled and said, "Wanli, that is your fate. The temple cannot keep you."
"Wanli, Ping'an and I will go to treat the abbot. You are familiar with this place. Take Lin Feng to see his grandfather and choose a location. Let He Jin accompany them to leave in the morning tomorrow. We cannot waste a day. You stay here and lead the preparations."
"I understand, young master." Ming Wanli knew in his heart that the grave had to be dug in advance, and once the coffin arrived, the body had to be buried the next morning. It would take two days to go there and back, and another half a day for burial, so four days would be gone.
Return to the abbot's courtyard.
Sun Sicheng was ready to go down the mountain no matter how late it was today. He did not delay for a moment and prepared to treat the abbot immediately.
"Abbot, you have severe swelling here. Ping An and I will drain the fluid first, and then prescribe medicinal herbs for treatment. I will write down the usual precautions for you on a piece of paper. As for your ankle, pay attention to your diet, and then use folk remedies for treatment. Generally, it won't be that uncomfortable."
Taoist Priest Hu's medical book records a folk remedy for this disease. When the disease breaks out, soak your feet in vinegar every day for several days. This will relieve the symptoms a lot, but a complete cure is extremely difficult.
"Okay, Sicheng, Ping'an, I'm leaving my leg to you. It's been two years and it's getting worse. Juemin wanted to go find you, but I didn't let him. You keep running around, so I'll just wait for you here."
Sun Sicheng felt a little sad: "If you have any problems in the future, just bring a letter to Wu Qi of Baicaotang. I will come as quickly as possible. There is no need to wait. I don't come every year."
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The task of draining the accumulated fluid was assigned to Ping'an, who did it steadily and well. Sun Sicheng wrote a prescription on the side. He had not expected that the abbot would have this disease, and there were several such medicines missing in the medical box, so he had to send people down the mountain to buy them.
Dietary precautions should also be written down.
"Abbot, please send someone to go down the mountain with me to buy this prescription. I will prepare more for you. You don't have to take it all the time. You don't have to take it after you recover. But you have to keep the medicine. It's difficult to get rid of the disease in a short time."
The abbot chuckled and said, "I am already in my early seventies. Not many people live to my age. It doesn't matter if I have to eradicate the root of the disease. It's fine as long as it doesn't hurt."
He paused, "Sicheng, the Great Zhou has had a difficult few years. I haven't been in good spirits these years, and I've rarely done divination. A few days ago, I divined that something big might happen in the southwest, and the north is not good either. There is also chaos in the northwest, but it's better than those two places."
Sun Sicheng was shocked. "Two years ago, the southwest did some bad things and used some poison. The military took a lot of antidote powder from me, but it was suppressed by the general not long after. It has been relatively peaceful in the past two years. Only the northern border was not doing well last month. Ping An and I plan to go there next month. Do you think we can go there?"
The abbot paused for a moment before nodding his head gently: "I have already calculated it. You can go, but Sicheng, you should try not to go to the front, no matter how urgent it is. Only in this way can you achieve success and be safe."
He had calculated Sicheng's fate and found out that he would have a disaster, but he would be safe. The child in front of him was his destined benefactor, but he didn't want to say it.
Sun Sicheng felt relieved. He was a doctor and he would definitely only treat the wounded in the rear. As for success and fame, he was already a sixth-rank honorary position and there was no need for him to move up any further. He would be satisfied enough to have achieved success in surgical medicine.
This is the shortcoming in his medical skills. As a famous doctor in the eyes of others, he wants to turn this shortcoming into an expert, so that he will have no regrets in his life.
Ping An carefully applied medicine to the abbot and then wrapped him with a clean cloth.
"Master Abbot, I will come back the day after tomorrow in the evening and help you draw fluid again. You can ask the resident doctor to follow you. This way, even if we can't come for a while, you won't suffer."
The abbot looked at Ping'an with great joy, thinking that he was so calm at such a young age and had such superb medical skills.
"Got it. Thank you Ping An." This child is rarely so open-minded. Most doctors are reluctant to show their special skills to others.
Ping An hesitated for a moment, "Master Abbot, you are so polite. This is my first time here, and you gave me such a nice gift."
Sun Sicheng looked at his apprentice with a smile. He had been taking care of this child for four years and they had almost the same relationship as father and son. He really liked him in every way.
"Abbot, it's getting late. You should lie down and try not to get up today. I'll let Jueming come down the mountain with me. We'll see how things go the day after tomorrow. If I have time, I'll come over. Wanli will stay here and I'll let him bring people to help dig the hole."
The abbot nodded and said, "I will personally take him to choose a location tomorrow. You can do your thing and Ping An will help me."
It was already dusk when Sun Sicheng returned to the city.
A year's supply of medicine was given to Jueming, and he had to stay for one night and go up the mountain again early the next morning.
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