Duan Qingxi followed Zhengyuan to the place where they had agreed to provide free medical services. Actually, it was still early, so many people were on their way.
Most of the people who come here are from poor families, so they all come on foot, and it takes some time to get here.
This amount of time is enough for Duan Qingxi to prepare everything.
Moreover, there is no need to prepare anything, just two chairs, two stools, and a bag of silver needles that Duan Qingxi carries with him.
Duan Qingxi is responsible for taking people's pulses and diagnosing them, while Chanxue sits next to him and is responsible for writing prescriptions. Qiao Yun, Xuan Yi and Xuan Er will be responsible for maintaining order.
Zhengyuan saw the girl making arrangements, as if everything was ready, and the little monk he brought was completely useless.
The young monk was also dumbfounded. He looked at Zhengyuan and asked quietly, "Abbot, do we not need to stay here?"
Zhengyuan came back to his senses, his eyes also filled with smiles, and he nodded and said, "No need, just make some hot tea when the time comes."
"good."
Shenglong Temple personally promoted it, so many poor families who could not afford medical treatment or doctors came early.
The first to arrive were a mother and son, wearing patched clothes. You could tell at a glance that they looked very fierce.
The son carried his old mother up on his back. His thin body was still trembling and his head was covered in sweat.
Although the old mother looked like just a bag of bones, she still had some weight, and it was quite a distance from the mountain to here.
When they first saw Duan Qingxi, they were stunned.
Although Duan Qingxi was wearing a veil, they could tell at a glance that she was a very young woman.
Can you cure the disease at such a young age?
This was a normal doubt, so Duan Qingxi didn't get angry when he saw their hesitation. Instead, he smiled and said to them, "Don't worry, this is the Holy Dragon Temple. I won't harm you."
Hearing this, the man smiled apologetically, and then chose to believe Duan Qingxi.
This is the Shenglong Temple after all. If she didn't have some skills, how could the people of the Shenglong Temple allow her to provide free medical treatment here?
After the man carried his old mother to Duan Qingxi's table and sat down, he said, "Divine doctor, please save my mother. She has been like this for more than half a year. We are so poor that we can't find a doctor willing to help..."
Duan Qingxi raised her hand to stop him from speaking, then said gently to the old mother, "Old lady, please feel my pulse..."
Upon hearing this, the old mother slowly raised her hand, her breathing becoming heavy and her voice sounding a little off.
The man helped pass the old mother's hand to Duan Qingxi. After carefully feeling her pulse, Duan Qingxi said, "The old lady is weak. She suffers from tinnitus and dizziness every day, often has difficulty breathing, fever, chills, cough, body aches, and expectoration... This is chronic bronchitis, and it's been going on for some time. It's quite serious. At the same time..."
Duan Qingxi said a lot of things, but found that the man didn't understand anything, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
Well, she forgot that this was ancient times. Her words were too professional, so it was normal that he couldn't understand them.
Then he said, "It's okay. I'll give her acupuncture and then give you a prescription. You can go get the medicine and give it to the old lady every day according to the instructions. Try not to let her work too hard and keep warm. She will recover slowly."
The man nodded gratefully, then remembered something and said even more awkwardly, "Then... Divine Doctor, how much silver would the medicine in this prescription cost? I... my family doesn't have much money..."
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