"Old doctor, please take a look at what's wrong with me!"
Tong Wen Yao looked up and saw an elderly woman in her fifties who came to see a doctor. She was wearing a cotton coat, and it was obvious that she came from a well-off family. But as the old woman sat down and approached, she smelled a faint smell of rotten eggs, which made her frown.
Seeing the old woman asking, Tong Wenyao said, "Old lady, please stretch out your hand and let me take your pulse."
The old woman placed her bony hand on the mat, her expression somewhat reserved, even a hint of embarrassment. Tong Wenyao looked at the complexion of her face, coupled with the faint smell of rotten eggs as she approached. She gently pressed her fingers on her wrist, feeling the pulse.
Tong Wenyao probably knew what disease she had.
However, Yan Zhi, when he first saw Tong Wen Yao sitting next to him, thought that she was here to take his pulse. However, he did not expect that after he finished examining the patient in front of him, he turned around and saw Tong Wen Yao asking about the old woman's physical condition.
"Old lady, do you usually feel upset in your chest, bitter in your mouth and dry in your throat?" The old woman nodded with some excitement after hearing this.
"Yes, yes, yes." Tong Wenyao continued to ask, "I occasionally feel a dull pain in my lower abdomen." After hearing this, the old woman quickly agreed, "Yes, old doctor, I have everything you said."
After Tong Wenyao asked about the situation, she said, "I can treat your condition. This is damp heat accumulating in the lower body, damaging the meridians. I will prescribe medicine for you. Take it home and take it internally. Remember to change your clothes regularly, and you will be fine within a week."
When the old woman heard that she would be well in a week, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She had previously gone to a pharmacy on the next street, but they waved their hands and said that the disease could not be cured and told her to go back and wait to die. Even her family members despised her. It was her son who refused to give up and brought her to this pharmacy for treatment.
I didn't expect the old doctor in front of me to say that I would be well in less than a week.
Tong Wen Yao took the brush and wrote down the prescription. The old woman had leucorrhea, a symptom of heat and dampness, so the prescription required clearing away heat, promoting the production of dampness and stopping the leucorrhea.
After writing the prescription, Tong Wenyao handed it over and asked her to go get the medicine. She remembered that if the pharmacy wrote a prescription for someone else, they would write two copies: one for themselves to keep for half a month, and one for the customer, so that they could use it as evidence in the event of a medical dispute.
Yan Zhi leaned in to look at her prescription, stroked his beard, and muttered, "Poria cocos, Poria cocos, and Plantago seed are diuretics and dehumidifiers, while Alisma orientalis, Artemisia capillaris, and Gardenia jasminoides are all heat-clearing, fire-purging, and detoxifying. Cortex moutan is for removing blood stasis and cooling the blood." Your prescription is excellent! But if you could add Achyranthes bidentata to promote blood circulation, it might be even better!
When Tong Wen Yao heard the master say to add He Niu Xi, she automatically looked up the medicinal properties of He Niu Xi in her mind. He Niu Xi can invigorate blood circulation and can lead the medicine downward to the patient's body to eliminate lower fever.
After understanding the situation, Tong Wen Yao called the old woman back and said, "Old woman, this prescription needs another medicinal ingredient." She picked up the pen and wrote down the herb Achyranthes bidentata before giving it back to the old woman.
"Master." Tong Wen Yao called "Master" sincerely this time. Originally, she might have been a little arrogant and felt that the medical skills of the ancients were not as good as hers, but after what happened just now, Tong Wen Yao felt that her medical skills still needed room for improvement. Chinese medicine is really profound and extensive.
When Yan Zhi heard her shout, he was so happy in his heart, but he pretended to be expressionless and said "hmm" in a cold tone.
At this moment, his heart was already blossoming with joy, "Ahhh, my new apprentice has excellent medical skills and great talent. I must show off to him in the future!"
Seeing Maidong still struggling to identify the herbs, I couldn't help but feel choked. Only by comparing them did I realize how big the gap was! The eldest apprentice worked hard for a year, from identifying the herbs to learning to dispense the herbs. I thought he was talented, but I didn't expect that he couldn't even compare to the new apprentice, who could even go to the table to treat patients.
Yan Zhi was so happy that even his beard stood up. Look, his new disciple was really amazing.
After Tong Wenyao finished looking at the old woman, another one came. After she finished her work for a while, she rubbed her sore wrist and looked at the master.
"Go to the backyard later and get the "Wanbing Huichun" and the "TCM Secret Recipe" books. These two books are more suitable for what you are currently learning." Tong Wenyao nodded happily after hearing this. "Thank you, Master."
After entering the backyard, I found that Zhao Xiucheng had not left yet. He was sitting on a stone bench in the yard, facing Xing'er. Zhao Xiucheng was holding a purse in his hand and asked Xing'er, "Do you recognize this?"
This is a slightly old purse. The color should have been bright, but it may have become a little old because it has been so long. The surface of the purse is embroidered with apricot flowers in Suzhou embroidery, which looks lifelike.
When Xing'er saw him take out the purse, her eyes were filled with shock. She asked in disbelief, "I wonder where you picked it up from! How did you get this purse?"
After hearing this, Zhao Xiucheng smiled bitterly and said, "Xing'er, I'm Dacheng from Pingjiang Village!"
After hearing this, Xing'er's voice trembled, "Dacheng... But isn't Dacheng dead?" Xing'er burst into tears, "Don't lie to me, wuwuwu!"
She buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
But Xing'er seemed to have thought of something. She raised the cup in her hand and asked with a sob, "No, Dacheng is dead. I have seen his body. What is your purpose in approaching me and the young lady?" Seeing that Zhao Xiucheng remained silent, she threw the teacup on the table at him. Zhao Xiucheng did not dodge, and the teacup hit him on the forehead.
Tong Wenyao saw this scene, but did not go in, but waited at the door. When the original owner was in the capital, she went to the suburbs to play, and met a little girl who came to the capital to beg. That was Xing'er. At that time, Xing'er knelt down and begged her to seek justice.
Xing'er said angrily and sadly that their county magistrate was a corrupt official who was all-powerful and disregarded human lives. Her playmate Dacheng dug up a ginseng, so the villagers attacked him and the corpse was eaten beyond recognition by wild dogs.
People from the same village had connections in the county government. When Dacheng's parents went to the county to beat the drum to appeal for justice, the county magistrate threw Dacheng's parents into jail because he had accepted money from the murderer.
Xing'er is an orphan. She used to rely on occasional relief from Dacheng's parents to barely make ends meet. But when Dacheng's parents were imprisoned and had nowhere to seek justice, Xing'er resolutely decided to go to the city to seek justice. However, it was too difficult for her to do it alone. After she arrived in the capital by begging, she went to beat the drum, but the officials only thought she was a naughty child and no one believed her.
Even if according to the rules, one had to be beaten with a stick before going to the hall to file a complaint, when Xing'er endured the pain of the stick, just when she felt she could not bear it anymore, the beating was over and she was thrown out of the yamen.
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