On the surface, they all appear to be immortal and have superb medical skills.
But as soon as the pulse is opened, the clouds and mountains are shrouded in fog. Nine and a half of the ten sentences are false and deceptive.
Madam's illness was not treated at all, but was aggravated by these people's torment. The master was so angry that he said that if any charlatans pretending to be miracle doctors come again, they will all be beaten out with sticks.
Now he just invited Shen Rumei and her son out, which was extremely polite.
Shen Rumei smiled slightly, glanced at Butler Zhou's face, and said unhurriedly: "Butler Zhou, you have a problem. Your stomach often hurts, and taking medicine is ineffective, especially when it's cold or hungry. When the time comes, my stomach will hurt even more, am I right?”
Huh!
After she finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
All the servants looked at her with stunned expressions on their faces.
Butler Zhou was even more shocked.
His stomach pain is an old problem. Everyone in the house knows that it can't be cured even after a long time of treatment. It always hurts intermittently. As Shen Rumei said, the colder it gets, the more , or sometimes he forgot to eat, and the pain was so painful that he almost died.
And he saw a lot of doctors and took a lot of side medicines, but they were all ineffective.
"You...how did you know? Did someone tell you?"
After Housekeeper Zhou was surprised, he immediately thought that someone in the house must have colluded with the woman and told her about her illness. Otherwise, she had never even checked her pulse. How could she be so accurate all of a sudden? not bad.
"Yes, someone indeed told me." Shen Rumei nodded.
Butler Zhou's eyes suddenly became stern and he looked at the servants around him: "Who is it?"
He actually betrayed his master and colluded with a liar to defraud his master of his money. If he caught anyone, he would have to break his legs!
"It's you." Shen Rumei looked at him, "What kind of disease you have is written on your face, so you told me."
"What? It's me?" Housekeeper Zhou was stunned at first, then sneered, "Nonsense, you didn't even give me a pulse, how could you possibly know my illness!"
Shen Ling'er curled her lips and said in a clear childish voice: "Look at its shape and know where its disease is. Only by doing this can you be called a miracle doctor. My mother doesn't have to take your pulse at all, she just needs to look at it." It’s not surprising that your complexion can tell you what’s wrong with you!”
Butler Zhou was immediately shocked.
If it's true what the little doll said, then the woman in front of him is really a miracle doctor.
But he still couldn't believe it, fearing that Shen Rumei was colluded by people in the house.
"Okay, since you said you can diagnose the disease without feeling the pulse, what disease does he have?" Housekeeper Zhou pointed at a maid of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The maid was handsome but thin, with a sickly look on her face.
Shen Rumei glanced at it and smiled slightly: "This little sister is not sick. She just fell into the water once when she was a child and caught a cold. Therefore, she is cold and weak, and she often suffers from abdominal pain. She only needs to boil ginger water with brown sugar and drink it every night. Just take one bowl and it will be fine in ten days.”
Hearing this, Butler Zhou was so surprised that he was speechless.
The maid he pointed at was actually his biological daughter, and the symptoms Shen Rumei mentioned were exactly the same.
But despite this, he still wasn't sure that Shen Rumei was a real miracle doctor.
Shen Rumei saw what he was thinking, pointed at a servant woman in her forties, and explained the servant woman's illness clearly in a few words.