"Grandpa, I want to get married."
"Call Master."
"Master, I want to get married."
"It's hard for the teacher to see the girls in the city for you."
"Cui Cui last month was pretty good."
"Cui Cui, my teacher will pinch for you, hiss... This girl Cui Cui carries the word "Cui" in her name, Cui Zhe, Lu Ye, I am afraid that she will steal in the future." The old man pretended to shake his head and shook his head.
"The plum girl from the south of the city is also good."
"Girl Plum has strong hair, she is troubled and troubled."
"Miss Liu yesterday."
"Ms. Liu's hair is sparse, she's an ungodly look."
"Miss Zhao Family Third."
"Sister Zhao's eyes are as big as a lamp, and she is a very tall person."
"Sister Huang Douyan, who bought steamed buns."
"Soya has too small eyes, so he is a short-sighted person."
"The only daughter who sells silk."
"Small butt, hard to nurture."
"Then I don't want to be a child."
The old man raised his head, his eyes widened, "If you are not born and raised, you will be cut off if we pass it to the Bai family? If it wasn't for your parents to go early, do you think I want to take care of your messy things?"
Seeing that the old man had a real fire, Bai fourth floor did not make a sound.
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This morning, the old man didn't know which aunt he went to gossiping. On the fourth floor, Bai was sitting alone in the hanging hall.
Mr. Zuitang refers to the doctor. This term was first used in the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing, who was the doctor who wrote "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases".
After Zhang Zhongjing became the prefect of Changsha, he insisted on consulting the people. However, according to the regulations at the time, officials were not allowed to approach the people at will. Zhang Zhongjing opened the office on the fifteenth and fifteenth day of each month and sat in the public hall to meet the people and provide consultations. disease. In order to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing, later generations called the doctor who was sitting in the hospital for treatment as "Mr. Zuotang".
The person who admired Bai Si Lou the most was Zhang Zhongjing, but for no reason, remembering the future development of traditional Chinese medicine predicted by the old man, Bai Si Lou sighed.
Just as melancholy, two people came from a distance. They seemed to be a couple, both dressed as ordinary villagers, and looked like they were honest and friendly.
The man helped the woman with a big belly and walked into Xuanhuitang step by step.
The pregnant woman looks blue and should be the person to be diagnosed.
White fourth floor greeted him and led the two into the door. In fact, the hanging back to the hall was so big that there was no need for someone to lead him. It was only a courtesy for Bai fourth floor to do so.
"Doctor, show me my wife." With a Guangxi accent, the man helped the sluggish pregnant woman to sit down at the examination table.
The man's wife is about forty years old, with sparse hair, and a woman showed signs of baldness early on.
Although it is a pregnant woman, this belly is surprisingly big. I don't know if it is really too big or the psychological effect of the fourth floor. I always feel that this belly is like a sarcoma residing on a pregnant woman.
Outside of the belly, the whole person is skinny, it seems that there is only a huge deformed meat bun protruding from the top of the skeleton.
He was only in middle age, but he was already showing a trembling old attitude.
Bai showed a smiling face on the fourth floor, poured a cup of tea for each of them, and smiled softly at the sluggish woman on the side, "Don't be nervous, tell me, what are the symptoms?"
The woman slowly turned her head and glanced at the man. The man smiled uncomfortably, "A villager, I don't know Hengzi said hey."
"I'm in the mountains... Dacheng... Meat..." The woman beside her suddenly spoke. (End of this chapter)