Duanmu Xinmiao was determined to find the only remaining relative for her master, so before noon the next day, she chose a sunny and open restaurant as a place to gather her medical ethics... Oh no, it was a free clinic.
The only descendant of the dignified Miracle Doctor Ji, a little miracle doctor who came from an elite family, actually spends half a day every day to diagnose and treat common people and even lowly people. Moreover, this half day does not treat nobles, but only diagnoses poor and lowly people who are not nobles - this After the news came out, it was not that everyone rushed away, but that no one dared to believe it...
Poor Duanmu Xinmiao had to sit in the restaurant for three consecutive days, but she only saw people watching the fun outside, and no one dared to step in. When I returned to Mingpeitang, I couldn't help but find Wei Changying to complain.
After Wei Changying asked for details, he clapped his hands and said: "This is my fault. I only thought that you are in Mingpei Hall, and ordinary people can't see you at all. But I forgot that your identity is so high compared to these poor and humble people. ? It’s strange that they don’t dare to come in!”
Duanmu Xinmiao said: "Isn't that right? But according to my status, I can't force people to seek medical treatment, right? What should I do now?"
"I'll go with you tomorrow," Wei Changying said after pondering for a moment.
After comforting Duanmu Xinmiao, she went to Mr. Huang to prepare a batch of medicinal materials, and the next day they moved together outside the restaurant where Duanmu Xinmiao's free clinic was located. He was asked to put the things outside, and he went into the building with Duanmu Xinmiao.
The two sat down upstairs and drank tea. Duanmu Xinmiao was very confused when he saw that only the servants were busy outside, and there were idle people standing far and near watching the excitement. Still no one had the intention of entering the building. Said: "There is still no one!"
"Just wait a moment." Guard Chief Ying said calmly, "There aren't enough people now! When there are more people and someone comes in, can we dispel their doubts?"
Duanmu Xinmiao looked at her sideways and said, "There must be someone coming? It's a joke that no one cares about it when there are so many others. Sister-in-law, you don't know, in the past two days, when I was seeing the nobles before noon, someone had already told me tactfully Talk!"
"Why bother with them?" Wei Changying said disapprovingly, "They wish you would only treat nobles, so as not to delay their time!"
Duanmu Xinmiao said seriously: "How can you ignore it? Anyone who turns around and laughs at me like this, I will halve the dosage of their prescription. If they can recover in ten days, they will have to take at least twenty days to recover!"
"Well done! That's how it should be! You learned the medical skills through hard work. Who you treat is your business. What does it have to do with them? Is it their turn to talk?" Wei Changying praised her with a smile and looked at her. Looking at the sky, he said, "In half an hour... bring me a set of chess, let's play two games first."
"Anyway, I have a sister-in-law today and you can embarrass me with me. If you say you want to play chess, then let's play." Duanmu Xinmiao rolled up his sleeves.
Both of them were mediocre in chess skills, but they were evenly matched. After spending half an hour like this, Zhu Yi coughed at the top of the stairs, and Wei Changying threw away the chess pieces and said with a smile: "Your business is coming soon, so I won't stop now."
"Sister-in-law, you must be losing, that's why you said that." Duanmu Xinmiao said this, but her subordinates quickly messed up the chess game: In fact, she was worried that no one came to seek medical treatment today, so she gradually lost her temper. Downwind.
Wei Changying did not argue with her, but reminded her: "The woman who is coming soon is a woman. You can come in through the screen. Can you see how we should receive her in such a manner that we don't lose the demeanor of a little miracle doctor?"
"I'm just asking, sister-in-law, why are you so sure?" If she just said that someone came to ask for a reason, Duanmu Xinmiao could still think that Wei Changying had good eyesight and saw someone coming in among the crowd below. She even said that the person coming was a woman, He mentioned that he had to go into the screen for diagnosis, and he leisurely reminded himself to tidy up his demeanor. He didn't expect that the person seeking medical treatment was arranged by Wei Changying. He was so stupid, so he hurriedly tidied up his demeanor, "What disease is it?"
"Why are you asking this?" Wei Changying said with a smile, "After all, your medical skills are just a casual treatment."
After a while, there was indeed a shouting sound from downstairs, and a maid came up to report: "There is a sore on the knee of an official prostitute, which has become suppurative. I would like to ask the eighth lady for diagnosis and treatment."
When Duanmu Xinmiao heard the word "official prostitute", her face turned a little blue. When she heard the word "sore" again, and it was festering, she couldn't help but wailed and said, "Sister-in-law, where did you find such a patient?"
"I asked Zhu Yi's father to make arrangements." Wei Changying said, "Don't dislike me. No one comes to the building to seek medical treatment. It's not because they don't trust your medical skills. It's all because you have a high status. They I'm ashamed of myself, so I don't dare! Do you think that today you treat official prostitutes as if you are a nobleman, and you don't care about diseases like festering sores... Are you afraid that they won't rush in like a swarm? The guards to maintain order have been prepared for you!"
Duanmu Xinmiao rubbed his face and sighed: "It's not like that. How can anyone who studies medicine not look at it? It's just... I have never seen such a mess before. I was a little confused for a while."
When Wei Changying saw that her complexion had recovered, he ordered the person to be carried up on her behalf.
After a while, several strong women worked together to carry up a woman in her twenties with half-worn clothes. This woman has a sallow face. If you look closely, you can see that the outline is somewhat beautiful, but she is so skinny that she looks like a skinny person. Although it was obvious from his face and hands that he had freshened up before, his body still exuded a foul odor, which diluted the fragrance of a pot of good tea brewed upstairs.
Wei Changying saw the woman lying dying on a door panel used to lift her. Duanmu Xinmiao frowned, but did not ask about her condition. Others knew that they had high status and did not dare to speak carelessly. The atmosphere was a bit cold, so After speaking to smooth things over, he sighed softly and said, "This woman looks so young, how could she be so sick?"
One of the strong women who carried the woman up said with an apologetic smile: "Mrs. Laosan is considerate. She was practicing a dance at the beginning of last year and accidentally fell off the stage and injured her knee. She didn't pay much attention at the time. , and continued to practice. As a result, the treatment of the injury was delayed, and the injury turned into sores, and half of the leg was full... The doctors here said it was difficult to cure, and some even said that the leg should be amputated... "
When the man said this, the woman who was dying struggled fiercely and shouted: "I don't want to amputate my legs! No!" Her strength was weak, and the two strong women raised their hands and suppressed her, but they still exerted their strength. The child's head was rolling on the door panel, and his eyes, which were extraordinarily large due to his serious illness and weight loss, were full of fear - Duanmu Xinmiao sighed secretly: Not only is the author of a lowly status and sickly person, this person is also a little confused!
I really don’t know where Wei Changying found such a person... Even if he is placed at the bottom of the list of common people and lowly people, he cannot be on the stage. No wonder Wei Changying said that as long as this person is cured, it will spread that he does not avoid poverty, lowliness and dirt. If you have a good reputation, someone will dare to come...
Duanmu Xinmiao was still a little troubled by meeting such a humble patient for the first time. Wei Changying showed pity on his face and said softly: "I can't saw your legs, don't worry! My sister Duanmu studied under the famous doctors at home." Ji Qubing's medical skills are unparalleled by the doctors in Xiliang City. They say that he needs to amputate his leg, but Sister Duanmu may not need it. You can relax and expose the wound so that Sister Duanmu can look at it. OK?"
After hearing her say that she would not amputate her legs, the woman gasped a few times and gradually became quiet. The strong woman who was holding her down also helped: "Miss Wu, please stop making trouble quickly. Do you know how noble these two people are in front of you! Let us meet each other, and it has been accumulated over many lifetimes." It’s so virtuous, let alone treating your illness. It’s true that ordinary people can’t accumulate such great virtue in three lifetimes!”
"The little miracle doctor is a disciple of famous doctors in the country. Isn't your little ailment easily cured? Just relax and wait for a while to kowtow to the young lady and the little miracle doctor!"
In this way, he coaxed the woman named Wu and pulled up the skirt of her skirt. When the affected area was exposed, even Wei Changying, who had never looked displeased before, shrank his pupils: This woman's left leg was suddenly covered with fists. The whole calf was so densely covered with malignant sores that there was not even an inch of good flesh to be found. The pus flowed down almost gurglingly, staining the skirt and the mattress beneath her with yellow, yellow, green, and green colors. No wonder, as soon as she lifted it up, the aroma of tea filling the room couldn't suppress the stench...
Wei Changying resisted the urge to raise his sleeves to cover his nose, and secretly stepped on Duanmu Xinmiao, who was already a little bit unable to recover. Duanmu Xinmiao was about to burst into tears. It's not that she didn't know how to treat sores, it's just that she couldn't cure sores. Which of the patients she treated in the past was either rich or noble? Even if the sore is a hundred times more serious than this, there are still people waiting on it day and night to keep it as clean and fresh as possible. How can the wound be allowed to emit a bad smell and incense people
It was obvious that this woman had not been cared for properly, and her wound had deteriorated to this point.
But this is a difficult situation - you can't ask people to carry this woman out because she's dirty, right? Duanmu Xinmiao could still care less about being said to have no compassionate heart as a doctor, but she couldn't bear it if her medical skills were questioned.
Being urged by Wei Changying, he had no choice but to step forward and take a closer look, and then asked the woman to reach out and feel her pulse... He endured nausea and asked questions before he neatly prescribed a prescription and told the healthy woman who sent him: "These two prescriptions, the first one is for medicinal bathing, three times a day, without interruption for seven consecutive days; the second prescription is taken internally, the same three times a day, without interruption for seven consecutive days... You who take care of her should remember it well. "
A strong woman subconsciously said: "The servant girl is not the one to take care of her." A government prostitute who has been ill for almost a year, who else can take care of her? But when she said these words, she was pinched by her companions. Seeing that the guard chief Ying was not squinting, Zhu Yi beside her had already looked over anxiously and complained. Then she woke up and almost spilled the beans, so she hurriedly made up for it, " The maid is a neighbor to her, a fellow villager. If she can help, the maid will remember it for her!"
Duanmu Xinmiao was too lazy to pay attention to these trivial matters. He explained a few things to pay attention to, then dismissed the guests and said, "That's all."
Wei Changying also regained his composure at this moment, smiled again and said: "There is no need to go to the drugstore to prepare medicines. Just go downstairs and find our Mingpeitang manager to get them all for you."
Zhu Yi reminded her crisply from behind: "Today, our young lady is giving away medicinal materials without taking a penny! You guys, you have caught a good opportunity!"
The woman surnamed Wu was in a state of confusion due to her illness, and she only thanked him weakly. The strong women who brought her up thanked and praised her, and then tossed her down again. As soon as the group of people left, Duanmu Xinmiao hurriedly called around: "Go back and get a box of bisu incense to burn! Hurry up!"
Bisu incense has a strong fragrance, and it is used to drive away evil spirits... Guard chief Ying covered his nose with a handkerchief and asked with a smile: "Why don't you ask people to open the window for some fresh air?"
"Sister-in-law, you are pretending to be compassionate. You opened the window just after they left, and spread the word to others that we still despise people. We have already endured it, so why bother?" Duanmu Xinmiao picked up the sachet and held it against her. Under the nose, he muttered, "I don't know who will come next! Let's open the window one by one... It's very cold here in Xiliang! Others didn't cure us, and we got cold and cold first." "
Guard Chief Ying said seriously: "I'm not pretending to be compassionate this time, I really feel pity for that woman: the injury just now was really terrible... I don't know how she managed to survive this year!"
"Zhu Yi, the good thing you did has frightened all you young ladies! Aunt Huang and Aunt He will definitely punish you when you get back!" Duanmu Xinmiao immediately said, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
Zhu Yi's face changed - Wei Changying hit Duanmu Xinmiao in an angry and funny manner, and shouted: "I asked Zhu Yi's father to bring a sloppier, low-status patient to him. It's because I have less experience." I was surprised, thinking that this woman was found in the city! If we go to the countryside, there will be no one more pitiful than her..."
Speaking of this, Wei Changying frowned slightly and thought to himself: "Although this official prostitute named Wu is a little sick and confused, she also knows that Xinmiao and I are of noble status, and we are completely different from each other. Words can determine his life or death... But for fear of having his legs amputated, he still has to struggle and object. Now that the Holy Emperor is fatuous, the livelihood of the common people in the Wei Dynasty is becoming increasingly difficult... Such a little official prostitute, together with the fourth brother, asked me to help deal with it last time. Those concubines dared to beg boldly without risking their lives. If these common people are really forced to have no other way out... the Wei Dynasty... "
She was secretly anxious in her heart, looking forward to her husband's early return so that she could hand over the text message that she had kept close to her body day and night to Shen Zangfeng for his decision. (To be continued)