Zhou Changshun knew that his father had been suffering from headaches in recent years. He had tried many prescriptions but his father's condition did not improve. When his father's headaches occurred, he would often throw things and even hit his head against the wall. Now, as if he had found a life-saving straw, he looked at Yu Jiao with burning eyes, "Miss Meng, do you have any way to cure my father's headaches?"
“It can be cured.”
After Yu Jiao said this, both Zhou's father and son looked very excited.
There is a folk prescription called "Zhuifengsan" in "Hejijufang", which is composed of 18 medicinal materials and is effective in treating chronic headaches.
"After we get down the mountain, I will prescribe a prescription for you, Uncle Zhou. You will get better after taking it." Yu Jiao said.
Zhou Xiang was overjoyed. "Is it really so effective? If it can really cure my terrible headache, I would like to thank Miss Meng first!"
Yu Jiao spoke in a steady and leisurely voice, "As long as you follow my prescription and take the medicine, you will be cured."
Zhou Xiang heard her tone, as if the headache was not worth mentioning at all. He was convinced in his heart, and rubbed his hands with gratitude, "Come to think of it, I don't know how I got this headache. Every time it attacks, I get a splitting headache. It's almost killing me!"
Yu Jiao explained, "The chronic disease of head wind is caused by hidden evil. The patient's vital energy is weak first, and the six external evils invade, but the patient is unable to drive the evil out, so it stays and does not go away. Over time, it penetrates from the skin and meridians into the internal organs, and the damp phlegm and dead blood build a nest, hiding deep and unable to come out, thus becoming a chronic disease."
Zhou Xiang and his companions did not know much about medical theory, so they only understood half of what they heard and did not dare to ask any further questions.
Yu Fuling often secretly watched Yu Ruhai seeing patients, and understood what he said, "Uncle Zhou's headache is caused by internal deficiency, which allowed external evil to enter the body over time. Meng Yujiao, can you tell me about the pharmacology of the prescription you prescribed?"
Seeing that she was eager to learn, Yu Jiao said, "When prescribing medicine, you should use medicines with strong properties and flavors, which are more inclined to attack the evil, take advantage of the situation, support the positive energy, open the surface and close the closed, and lead the hidden evil to come out, then the disease will be cured. If you are interested, you can study the types of medicines I use in my prescriptions when you go back."
Yu Fuling nodded repeatedly, "Okay!" She wanted to learn pharmacology, so she took the opportunity to pester Yu Jiao and ask about the diagnosis and treatment methods of many common diseases.
Yu Jiao explained everything to her in detail. Her voice was calm and pleasant, and she spoke leisurely, accompanied by the sound of rain outside the cave. Yu Qiaoshan and the others fell asleep leaning against the wall of the cave while listening. Only Yu Fuling still asked many questions with an eager-to-learn look on her face.
Yu Jiao lowered her voice, and the two of them chatted with each other. The heavy rain outside had not stopped, and the sky was gradually getting dark. Before they knew it, they had been chatting until dark.
Yu Fuling benefited a lot. She felt that after listening to Yu Jiao's words, she suddenly understood a lot about diagnosis and treatment. She learned much more than when she saw her grandfather for medical consultation in the past.
"Let's cook something to eat." Yu Fuling's stomach growled, and she whispered to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao nodded, and the two of them picked up the iron pot very quietly, filled it with hot water, took out a handful of rice from their bags, and put it on the fire to cook.
The sound of boiling rice in the pot and the aroma of rice woke up Zhou's father and son. Seeing that it was completely dark outside and the rain was still falling, they ate some dry food and drank a bowl of rice porridge, then fell asleep by the fire.
Suddenly, there was a whole day of heavy rain. Zhang, the eldest wife of the Yu family, was very worried about Yu Qiaoshan and his son who went up the mountain to hunt. Song comforted her. Zhang also knew that they could not go down the mountain in the rain, so they could only wait for the rain to stop. She talked with Song for a while and then went back to her room.
Song was mending clothes under the lamp, and she chatted with Yu Qiaoshan who was lying on the bed, "I wonder how Fuling and Meng are doing. It has been raining heavily for a whole day. I wonder if they are afraid of staying in the mountains overnight? Meng asked me to find an umbrella this morning. Could it be that she knew it would rain today?"
Yu Mengshan comforted his wife, "Brother will take good care of them. With Brother Xiangzi here, nothing will happen."
Worried that the light was too dim and Song's eyes would hurt from sewing, Yu Mengshan said, "Don't mend it. You're not in a hurry to wear it. Wait until daytime to sew and rest early."
Song smiled gently, "It's okay, just make up for it and go to sleep."
Yu Qizhe, who was sitting at the desk in the inner room writing scriptures, heard his parents talking outside. He put down the pen in his hand, stood up, walked to the window, raised his hands and pushed open the windows on both sides, and a cold wind blew in.
Yu Qizhe stood tall by the window, his blue gown, which had turned a little pale from washing, swaying in the air in the cold wind mixed with rain. His back looked thin and lonely, with a hint of sickly weakness.
The dark Qingyan Mountain in the distance looked like a monster with a huge mouth in the rainy night. Yu Qizhe vaguely saw Yu Jiao's brilliant smile flashing before his eyes. She told him in a sweet voice that she had gone up the mountain to help him collect herbs.
A sigh escaped from Yu Qizhe's lips. He stretched out his slender, white hand with distinct joints. The cool rain fell on his palm. Although it was summer, the rain was so cold that it made people shiver.
It was a cool night with a chilly breeze mixed with rain. Suddenly, a cool breeze mixed with rain blew over, and Yu Qizhe's handsome face was wet by the rain, making him look even more handsome.
But the cold wind also poured into his throat. Yu Qizhe felt an itch in his throat. Fearing that he would cause worry to his parents outside, he raised his hand to cover his lips. His white jade-like knuckles were slightly curled up and pressed against his lips. His handsome brows were slightly frowned, and he wanted to hold back the cough, but he couldn't help it in the end. He just tried his best to lower his voice and coughed lightly.
But this coughing became unstoppable, and he kept coughing until he was out of breath and his whole body was shaking slightly.
Song in the outer room heard the noise, put down the sewing basket in her hand, walked quickly to the door of the inner room, knocked on the door, and said nervously, "Qi Zhe, why are you coughing so hard? Did you catch a cold? Mother, go call your grandfather to come and take a look at you?"
It was no wonder that Mrs. Song was so nervous and worried. Yu Qizhe's body was as weak as a sieve. If he wasn't taken care of, he would get a serious illness. He had just stopped taking the medicine a few days ago, and now he's recovered, but Mrs. Song had been worried for days, fearing that he would get sick again.
Yu Qizhe coughed so hard that he almost passed out. He raised his hand and quickly closed the window. He responded in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm fine. You should go to bed early."
After saying that, Yu Qizhe forced himself to stop coughing, blew out the lamp on the table, and pretended to take a rest.
When Song saw that the light in the crack of the door went out, she put her ear to the door and felt relieved when she didn't hear Yu Qizhe coughing again.
The next morning, Song and Yu Mengshan were awakened by the intermittent coughing in the inner room. Yu Mengshan looked worried. Song put on her clothes, got out of bed, and knocked on the door of the inner room anxiously, "Qizhe, are you sick?"
Yu Qizhe tried to suppress the itch in his throat, but failed.
Just because he opened the window last night and let in cold air, Yu Qizhe felt uncomfortable all over when he slept. In the morning, he felt unwell and had a fever. He didn't want to disturb Yu Mengshan and his wife outside, but he couldn't suppress his cough and still disturbed his parents.
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