A Clash of Gods

Chapter 153: infect

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Mr. Song's attitude today was completely different from the previous few days. Yang Ning didn't need to ask any more questions to know that Tang Nuo's powder must have worked.

"Mr. Song, you don't have to be like this." Tang Nuo remained calm as usual, "Is the child okay?"

"Not only is everything fine, it has recovered as well as ever. It doesn't look like it was burned by boiling oil at all." Mr. Song gave a thumbs up and praised: "Miss Tang, this time is really eye-opening for me."

"Mr. Song, do you now know what it means to be an expert?" Yang Ning laughed, "I found such an assistant for you, what do you think?"

"Don't dare." Mr. Song immediately said: "Master Hou, I can't compare to Miss Tang's wonderful rejuvenation." He sighed and said: "I am old, in fact... in fact, sometimes I am too self-righteous, and even Please allow me to resign from my post, Lord Marquis, here...!"

"Mr. Song, please don't get me wrong." Yang Ning said immediately: "Do you think I asked Miss Tang to come here to replace you? To tell you the truth, I don't know when Miss Tang will leave. She is only here temporarily. Once you get familiar with it, maybe you can open your own medical clinic one day.”

"Oh?" Mr. Song was stunned, and then said: "Ms. Tang's medical skills are superb. Mr. Marquis, please forgive me for saying something unflattering. Our small temple really can't show off Miss Tang's skill."

Tang Nuo shook his head and said: "The capital has a large population. I just hope to see more and learn more medical skills."

Mr. Song said: "Miss Tang, since you are a master, you naturally know that the medical profession is also divided into sects." After a pause, he asked: "Has Miss Tang ever participated in the Xinglin Society?"

"Xinglin Club?"

Looking at Tang Nuo's expression, Mr. Song knew that Tang Nuo didn't understand this, so he explained with a smile: "The Xinglin Conference is a medical conference held every three years, and it is held in the capital. The person responsible for holding the Xinglin Conference is Tai Hospital. , presided over by the Ambassador of Tai Hospital in person, all the famous doctors from all over the world will gather in the capital to communicate with each other... In fact, in the end, it is still a competition of medical skills, and the three people with the best medical skills will be recommended by the Imperial Hospital, and the Ambassador will recruit them into Tai Hospital. On duty." He sighed with emotion: "Being able to enter Taiyuan Hospital is naturally an honor that will shine on the lintel."

Tang Nuo said calmly: "Learning medical skills is just to save people. What does it have to do with the glory of the family?"

Mr. Song was startled. He didn't expect Tang Nuo to speak so bluntly. He was a little embarrassed and could only smile and said: "Miss Tang is indifferent to fame and wealth, so naturally she doesn't care about such things. What I mean is that if Miss Tang wants to learn more medical skills, Xinglin will A great opportunity.”

"Anyone can participate in the Xinglin Club?" Yang Ning asked.

Mr. Song said: "As long as you are a person in the apricot forest, regardless of gender, old or young, you can participate in the meeting. Yes, when spring starts in February next year, the Xinglin Party will be held. It won't be long."

Yang Ning smiled and said, "Miss Tang, this is a good opportunity."

Tang Nuo didn't comment, but asked: "Have you thought of a name?"

Yang Ning immediately understood and said with a smile: "After much thought, can I call it Huichun San?"

"Rejuvenation Powder?" Tang Nuo thought for a moment and then said, "This name is better than the previous one." He took a folded piece of paper from his body and handed it over, "This is the formula. How to use it, you can think of it yourself."

Yang Ning didn't expect Tang Nuo to be so happy. He took it, opened it and took a look, but couldn't understand it. He put it away first, and then asked Mr. Song: "Mr. Song, do you think this Spring Festival will be very popular?"

Mr. Song immediately said: "Master Hou, I am not flattering you. As long as we put it in the medicine cabinet, I am afraid that the supply will exceed the demand."

Yang Ning laughed and said: "That's very good. Let's study it carefully this time around."

At this moment, he heard a faint noise. Yang Ning couldn't help but go out and followed the sound. He saw a group of people surrounding him not far away from the east, who seemed to be arguing about something.

Yang Ning was curious and walked over, only to see that there was also a pharmacy here, called Jishitang. There were several people pushing and shoving in front of the door.

There were about a dozen people standing around, pointing and pointing, and three or four guys who looked like waiters were pushing a beggar in ragged clothes, and the beggar was yelling something.

Yang Ning squeezed forward and saw a beggar in rags lying on the ground in front of the door. He was unkempt and motionless. At this time, he heard a waiter pointing his finger at the beggar who was being pushed and yelling. Said: "If you want to mess around here again, don't blame us for being cruel, get out of here."

The beggar begged: "He is about to die. You are a medicine shop here and there is a doctor. Please do a good job and save him. I will definitely send you the medical money."

"Don't talk nonsense." The man scolded: "We have seen too many idle people like you. What does it have to do with us whether we are dead or alive?" He turned around, found a stick, held it in his hand, and cursed: "You Are you going to go away? If you don’t go away, will I really take action?"

The beggar still said: "Believe me, I will definitely find a way to get the money. If you don't save him, he will really die."

"Get money?" The boy sneered: "Steal or rob?" He waved a wooden stick and struck the beggar down.

The beggar held his head with both hands. Before the man knocked down the stick, Yang Ning shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"

He was so angry that everyone was attracted by the sound, and several waiters also looked over. The waiter with a wooden stick saw that Yang Ning was well-dressed, but he did not dare to offend him, and just asked: "This... this What does the young master want to do?"

Yang Ning stepped forward, frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you hit someone? There are so many of you, but he is the only one bullying him?"

"The young master doesn't know something. As soon as we opened the door this morning, this bitch was blocking the door, insisting that we give him a doctor." The guy explained: "If we didn't agree, he would force his way into the house. This kind of thing Naturally one cannot be polite to him."

"Since he is a patient, why don't you see a doctor?" Yang Ning discovered at this moment that the beggar lying on the ground was over forty years old and thin. He was lying on the ground and not moving. His face was full of stains. , turned out to be covered with erythema, as big as a copper coin, blood red, and several erythema had swollen and blistered, which was very scary.

The waiter sneered: "They are penniless, how can we treat them?"

"Your place is called Jishitang, and you want to help the world. Why don't you have any compassion?" Yang Ning frowned and said, "Are you going to die without saving me?"

"The young master is right." The clerk sneered: "We also want to help people in the world, but ours is just a pharmacy, not a charity shop. If anyone could get free medical treatment, there would be no need to open this pharmacy."

"He said he would find a way to find the money." Yang Ning felt very unhappy when he saw the cold expression on the guy's face, "You can give him special treatment, be accommodating first, and give him time to find the money. Hey, you save him first." .”

"There are several pharmacies in this area." The waiter said, "But I haven't heard of anyone offering free medical treatment. If other people can do it, let them go by themselves. We at Jishitang don't have this ability." He pointed to the ground where he was lying. The beggar said, "Look, his disease is unusual at first glance. It might be contagious. You all should be careful."

When the onlookers heard this, they couldn't help but step back and distance themselves.

At this moment, he heard a cough and another person walked out of the house. Yang Ning looked over and saw a middle-aged man in a robe walking out. When the man saw Yang Ning, he immediately smiled and quickened his pace. He cupped his hands and said, "Isn't this... isn't this the Marquis of Jinyi? Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

Yang Ning has also recognized that the man is the doctor Huang whom he met a few days ago. This man's senior brother is now working as a clerk in Kyoto Prefecture.

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Huang is here for treatment." Yang Ning said with a smile: "Mr. Huang, come and take a look. There is a patient lying in front of your house. Not only is there no one to take him in for treatment, but he is turned away because of lack of money. But I don’t know if this is the medical ethics of your Jishi Hall?”

Mr. Huang scolded with a cold face: "Why don't you carry the patient in? It's more important to save people. How can we talk about money at this time?"

The waiters were startled, and the beggar said gratefully: "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor!" Seeing that the waiters had no intention of lifting him, he could only go over and pick up the middle-aged beggar.

When Yang Ning saw the middle-aged beggar being picked up, he let out a very painful groan in his throat and frowned slightly. Mr. Huang didn't seem to be trying to save anyone, but smiled and said to Yang Ning: "I just heard that the Marquis inherited the title of Marquis of Jinyi." , it’s really gratifying and congratulatory, Mr. Marquis, I can’t even invite you on weekdays, but today, by chance, I invite you in for a cup of tea, I wonder if Mr. Marquis can appreciate it?”

Yang Ning knew that Mr. Huang allowed the beggar to come in just for his own sake. He was a relatively easy-going person and didn't care about his status. Since the other party gave him face, he felt a little contemptuous of him because he couldn't get in. He smiled and walked in. Go, those few waiters now knew that Yang Ning was the Marquis of Jinyi, so they naturally did not dare to neglect him. Someone had already made tea.

Jishi Hall is much smaller than Yong'an Hall, and there is no separate room for medical treatment. There is an outing room in the corner of the medicine shop. The middle-aged beggar was carried over and laid down on a wooden pile. Mr. Huang then walked slowly. Walking over, Yang Ning had nothing to do, so he also walked over. Although it was taboo for doctors to diagnose diseases with colleagues watching, Yang Ning was not from the apricot forest, so Doctor Huang didn't care.

Dr. Huang asked the middle-aged beggar to pull up his sleeves to check his pulse. Who knew that after pulling up the sleeves, he saw that the beggar’s arms were covered with red spots and blisters the size of copper coins, and some of the blisters had burst. , red blood flowed from it, which was very disgusting.

Doctor Huang frowned, covered the beggar's hand with a black silk scarf, and then put his finger on it. Within a moment, his expression became serious, he withdrew his hand and said, "The pulse is disordered, and all the internal organs seem to be damaged. He asked the beggar standing nearby: "When did he get the erythema?"

The beggar said: "It has been more than ten days. At first, it was just a thin spot. Five or six days ago, it started to turn red and started to get bigger. The day before yesterday, blood blisters began to appear. At first, I thought it would happen on my own." It disappeared, but since yesterday morning, he couldn’t get up and his body was hot. By last night, he couldn’t even speak.”

Doctor Huang was thoughtful and suddenly said to the beggar: "Pull up your sleeves."

The beggar was about to pull the sleeves of the middle-aged beggar when Doctor Huang frowned and said, "Pull up your own sleeves."

The beggar was stunned and immediately pulled up his sleeves. Doctor Huang glanced at it and frowned: "You are also infected, do you know?"

Yang Ning could see clearly at this time that there were indeed red spots on the beggar's arms, but the red spots were small and sparse, far more serious than the middle-aged beggar.