Are we getting a little closer
This thought flashed through Wen Qingci's mind.
The next moment, Xie Bufeng let go of his hand and slowly stood up.
Wen Qingci noticed out of the corner of his eye that the imperial physician's slap was so hard that a glaring red mark appeared on the back of Xie Bufeng's hand.
"What are you doing here?" His amber eyes slowly swept over everyone in the room, "If you have any objections, just tell me." It was difficult to detect Xie Bufeng's emotion in his tone.
"No, no..."
Everyone immediately took orders, gathered around Yu Guanlin, and hurriedly grabbed the medicine according to the prescription.
The temporarily converted pharmacy became extremely lively in an instant.
The only one left was the imperial physician who had accidentally hit Xie Bufengshou just now, still kneeling on the ground, trembling, feeling that his death was imminent.
Xie Bufeng glanced at him, frowned and said calmly: "Kneeling here without moving, do you want me to help you up personally?"
"No, no... Uh, sir, thank you."
The young doctor was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood up, holding on to the medicine cabinet.
It was not until his colleague handed him the scales that he realized as if awakened from a dream - the emperor didn't care about him
Then, he couldn't help but secretly glance at Xie Bufeng.
The young doctor had never seen such a storm before, and his thoughts were clearly written on his face.
And this glance happened to meet Xie Bufeng's gaze.
The imperial physician's face turned pale in an instant.
After a pause, Xie Bufeng asked him with a half-smile, "Do you think I'm that petty?"
"I dare not, I dare not."
Although the imperial physician's mind was blank, he finally remembered something this time. After he finished speaking, he immediately squeezed into the crowd to weigh the medicine.
Only Wen Qingci was left standing there in a daze.
Wen Qingci:…
No one has ever mentioned the word "meticulous" in front of Xie Bufeng. Could it be that he heard it from the imperial physician's inner voice
If I remember correctly, influenced by the novel "Fu Ming Tang", I seem to have thought about him this way in private.
So if I don't meet him, could it be that he has also heard it
I really don't dare to think too deeply about this matter.
—
Wen Qingci prescribed common medicines, but depending on their properties, one dose had to be decocted three times, and it would take an hour for all the medicine to be decocted.
During this time, he did not rest, but returned to the open space outside the county government office to perform acupuncture treatment on the patient.
He then took the pulse of several patients with special symptoms and was very busy.
Shortly after noon, a servant rushed into the house and said to Wen Qingci, who was writing a prescription, "Doctor, please go out and take a look. Someone in the open space just took the medicine and vomited blood not long after!"
The next moment, everyone in the room turned their eyes over there.
Vomiting blood after taking medicine? !
Yu Guanlin, who was always thinking about his later years, became nervous. He stood up and asked, "Is it an isolated case?"
"It should be, it should not be an isolated case," the servant said with gritted teeth, "There are five or six people who have the same reaction now."
"Hurry! Take me there with you." Yu Guanlin's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to go out to see.
Although the main persons responsible for this matter were the two "quack doctors" invited by Xie Bufeng.
But the only famous person among them is himself, the imperial physician.
If something really happens, all the bad reputation will be mine.
"Yes, Master Doctor."
After saying this, the young servant hurriedly supported the elderly Yu Guanlin and quickened his pace to walk out of the county government office.
It was not until this time that Wen Qingci, who was writing the prescription, slowly put down the pen in his hand and followed them out.
He looked calm and composed, as if he had anticipated this scene.
Everyone in the room looked at each other in surprise.
After a long time of making sure that Wen Qingci would not come back, someone finally couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Why do I feel that he doesn't look surprised at all?"
"… It would be strange if the medicines he prescribed didn't produce any reaction."
After spending a few days together, the imperial physicians confirmed that the two quack doctors were definitely not ignorant of medical principles.
The person who just prescribed the medicine must know what adverse reactions his medicine may cause.
He dared to do this... maybe he really is very brave and skilled.
Outside the county government office.
People kept dying and their bodies were carried to the wasteland in the suburbs and burned.
Maybe someone was sent here to wait for treatment.
A scene of the cycle of life and death.
The symptoms of vomiting blood looked too scary, and the people surrounded the patients.
Seeing Yu Guanlin coming, everyone immediately asked him for help: "Master Imperial Physician, please come and take a look, why is this man vomiting blood?"
"Just be patient." Yu Guanlin immediately took the pulse.
After a while, his brows, which had been tightly furrowed just now, actually relaxed a little.
Yu Guanlin discovered that the patient who was lying on the bed and vomiting blood was at the end of his illness. His limbs were cold and he was unconscious.
At this stage, there is almost no cure.
But at this moment, although the patient's pulse was dangerous and it seemed that he was indeed poisoned, he did not have the deathly look of someone on his body.
The medicine I just took is really effective.
Yu Guanlin felt a mixture of emotions, sadness and joy...
I feel sad that I may never be able to write a prescription as good as this young man's in my lifetime.
I am glad that there is someone in this world who can write such a prescription.
At this time, Wen Qingci had also arrived.
The dazzling summer sun gave his body a light silver edge.
Under the gaze of everyone, Yu Guanlin smiled slowly, sighed lightly and put his finger down, then stood up and said in the direction of Wen Qingci: "Heroes have always emerged from youth. This disease today may not be treated by an old man."
Then, he slowly bowed to him.
The scorching sun of midsummer shone through the sky, and beads of sweat appeared on Yu Guanlin's forehead.
He realized very clearly that he was really old.
Everyone outside the county government office looked at Wen Qingci in unison.
A young doctor in white walked over and took the patient's pulse. "No problem. You'll feel much better after tonight."
From beginning to end, Wen Qingci did not show the slightest sign of nervousness or panic.
*
Compared with the previous prescriptions, the effect of the heavy dose can be said to be immediate.
The next morning, the conditions of many patients were visibly different from the previous few days.
After another day, the effect became more obvious.
Until this time, the imperial doctors finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Wen Qingci still did not dare to relax.
To cure leprosy, one medicine is not enough.
In the afternoon, Wen Qingci, Song Junran, and the imperial doctors of Yongdu stayed in the conference room to discuss the next plan.
“… When the symptoms become milder, the dosage should be slowed down to prevent the drug from being too strong and damaging the body’s vital energy,” Wen Qingci said as he wrote and drew on rice paper. “The dosage of each person’s medication needs to be increased or decreased as the condition changes. You should all pay attention to this.”
Adjustment of dosage is crucial to the effectiveness of the prescription.
This is not something that can be accomplished by one person.
"Yes, yes!" everyone responded quickly.
Perhaps a few days ago, they still regarded Wen Qingci as a "quack doctor".
But today, I wish I could worship him like a god.
—If this plague can really be successfully treated, I can also go down in history with the person in front of me.
And learning a thing or two from him would be beneficial to my future medical practice.
"If you need anything else, just tell me!"
Wen Qingci lowered his eyes, smiled, and shook his head, "Not yet. Do you have anything else to do?"
"No, no." Everyone shook their heads immediately.
The conference room fell silent, and the imperial physicians began to organize their notes on rice paper and study the mysteries of the prescription.
At this moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the door.
Thank you for not meeting me.
Seeing him coming, the imperial doctors around him immediately tensed up, fearing that they would accidentally touch His Majesty's sore spot.
But Xie Bufeng never even looked at them.
He walked in slowly, holding a small wooden box in his hand.
"This is a gift from the people outside the county government office." As he said this, Xie Bufeng gently placed the thing in his hand on the table.
Wen Qingci paused and slowly picked up the thing.
After opening the wooden box, he saw that what was inside was a small wooden sculpture.
Seeing this, Song Junran also came over.
"This is your hand," Song Junran couldn't help but sigh in a low voice after recognizing what was carved on the wood, "They really care about it."
Due to the size of the wood, only a right hand was carved on the wood carving.
And what it was carved with was Wen Qingci holding a silver needle.
A faint fragrance wafted up from Wen Qingci's hands and reached the tip of the nose through the white gauze.
This is a piece of rosewood.
It may not mean much in Yongdu, but in Lianhe it is the most valuable thing for a family.
"This is too expensive." Wen Qingci couldn't help but shake his head.
At this moment, the thing in his hand seemed heavier than gold.
Wen Qingci became extremely cautious in his movements.
He had never received such a gift...
"Take it well," Yu Guanlin put down the teacup in his hand, bowed to Xie Bufeng, then walked over and said to Wen Qingci with a smile, "Take it as encouragement to yourself. This is all the patient's kindness."
Xie Bufeng, who was standing aside, nodded slowly.
Wen Qingci, who was somewhat unaccustomed to such compliments, paused for a moment and said politely, "And thanks to everyone's cooperation and the inspector's trust, if you hadn't taken the risk and used the book I wrote..."
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Xie Bufeng suddenly lowered his eyes to look at him, then slowly shook his head and interrupted him: "It's not a desperate move. Only you can do this."
Xie Bufeng's eyes were extremely serious.
Being trusted unconditionally is a wonderful feeling.
Wen Qingci has been traveling around the world for many years and encountered countless diseases.
But even at the critical moment of life and death, most patients would avoid the doctor in front of them as if he were the snake and scorpion, knowing that the doctor in front of them was "Wen Qingci"...
No one had ever been willing to give him such a chance.
This is the first and only time.
Wen Qingci's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly at Xie Bufeng's words.
But at the same time, a strange idea came into his mind...
There was no time to think about it, and the next moment Xie Bufeng's voice was drowned out by the compliments of the crowd.
Wen Qingci paused for a moment, and had no choice but to continue being polite to the imperial doctors.
After everyone had left, he picked up the wood carving again and slowly brushed his fingers across the silver needle in the wood carving's hand.
"What's wrong, junior brother?" Song Junran came over curiously.
The wooden needle gently pierced Wen Qingci's index finger. With the pain, he paused and lowered his voice to say to Song Junran: "I always feel that Xie Bufeng's words are a bit strange."
"Strange?" Song Junran's eyes changed. "How is it strange?" he asked.
Wen Qingci put the wood carving into the box and said softly, "To him, we should just be two strange quacks. Brother, do you think he seems to trust us a little... too much?"
Song Junran: …
Actually, it’s just you.
"Really?" Song Junran picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip slightly unnaturally. "Maybe he just doesn't trust the group of doctors in the palace."
Wen Qingci was silent for a while, and finally said what was buried in his heart: "Brother, do you think he... has discovered something a long time ago?"
As he spoke, he involuntarily clenched the wooden box in his hand.
"Ahem... ahem..." Song Junran put down the teacup in his hand and immediately interrupted Wen Qingci's thoughts, "I see you are so busy that you are starting to have wild thoughts."
He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty is wise and powerful. Perhaps... he is born with the ability to appoint people based on their merits."
(End of this chapter)