Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 2 This young man doesn't understand the world

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian looked east and west, and walked around.

The water wheel by the river is still turning, the river is vast, and the water wheel is sizzling.Water is introduced into the pipe, tap-tap non-stop, swinging up and down.

The running water is endless, and the waterwheel is endless.

The organ enters the house and goes straight into the hall.

The partition wall in the lobby is entirely composed of medicine cabinets. The wind blades rotate, which rarely smells.

The most novel thing is the snow hidden room, where the water wheel is filled with water, and the bamboo tube enters the room, which is washed from time to time without any peculiar smell.

So convenient, very convenient.

The mechanism is densely covered, the layout is novel, it seems abstruse and incomprehensible, but it is common and easy to understand when you think about it.

It's amazing, amazing.

The whole courtyard is plain and unpretentious, but there are universes inside.

Zhu Qingshan passed the firewood house, he couldn't stop walking, and looked at the old man's body seriously.

The lying old man, with silver hair and snow eyebrows, was as peaceful as a sleeper, but his whole body was bloodstained, a few places were blurred, and the knife marks on his face canceled out most of his kindness, making him look a little ferocious.

This is Yang Fan's grandfather.

Zhu Qingshan bowed respectfully.

Qinglian didn't ask why, she drew a ladle on a gourd and bowed to worship.

Zhu Qingshan lamented: "It is a pity, a pity, a pity that such a high-ranking person, a hermit and a great talent, cannot be used by the country to benefit the people, and cannot be used by the court to benefit the country."

That night.Yang Fan, who had slept all day, woke up in the middle of the night, hungry.So I dressed and got up, and worked alone.

Zhu Qingshan recognized bed since he was a child, and he was a light sleeper, how could he not be awakened?Delicate people will always have delicate sleep.

Qinglian was familiar with him, so Zhu Qingshan knew that it wasn't Qinglian who made the noise in the middle of the night.

Zhu Qingshan put on his coat and looked through the bamboo window to see the wounded Yang Fan struggling to work in the kitchen.

I don't know what I'm drumming, pinging, bang, bang, bang bang.

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help shaking his head.

Although he didn't communicate much, Zhu Qingshan was somewhat displeased with Yang Fan, and always felt that Yang Fan was not right.

But what's wrong with it?When Zhu Qingshan savored it carefully, it should be human touch - he never shed a single tear for the death of his relatives; he never expressed earnest gratitude for his kindness in saving his life.

There is no human touch, who can you have a taste with?
Zhu Qingshan yawned, turned around and went to bed and continued to sleep.He knows that even if he is not careful, someone will take care of him, and someone will protect him.

For him, the sky and the earth are bigger than a bed; power and wealth are worse than sleeping well.

As he said, in the corner of the outer room, Qinglian was watching Yang Fan quietly, carefully protecting Zhu Qingshan.

Yang Fan looked at the direction of the master and servant, doing things with difficulty with his injured body.

Yang Fan doesn't like to trouble others, he thinks that trouble is the biggest trouble.

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White belly in the morning.

A horse-drawn carriage came from the south, and a young man in Shiqian drove the horse with a whip, and stopped steadily in front of the bridge.This is the specification set by Grandpa Yang Fan before his death. No matter who seeks medical treatment, no horse-drawn carriages are allowed to cross the bridge and enter the island.There is no medical treatment for crossing the bridge, and death for violating regulations.

Yang Fan looked carefully, the young man was dressed in strong clothes, his breath was restrained, and he could see that he was in a first-class state. It was conceivable that Che Yu was definitely not an ordinary person.

It's just that the car is thick and unpretentious, with black cloth curtains, so you can't see the heel or guess the head.It is estimated that even if he really said the name, Yang Fan would know little about it because of his indifferent nature.

The young man carefully helped a middle-aged man get out of the car. The middle-aged man had a big belly, a face like a round pancake, plain clothes, and an unremarkable appearance, but the temperament he developed after being in power for a long time was not angry and pretentious, which made people daunting.

Yang Fan looked at the two seriously, and finally gave up as if discouraged.

The middle-aged man had a strange gait, and walked up to Yang Fan with a limp, with a kind tone and a respectful attitude.

"Little miracle doctor! I'm looking for..."

Yang Fan said: "Grandpa is newly mourned, please be wise."

The visitor said a few words of relief, and said, "I'm here to look for you."

Yang Fan asked, "Who are you?"

The visitor pointed to his face and said, "It's me, it's me."

Yang Fan recalled it with difficulty, but still shook his head.

The guard supporting him interjected, "This is Wang Yuanwai, Lord Wang." He didn't want to, but was angrily reprimanded by the middle-aged man, "What's the difference between an adult and a doctor? "

Wang Yuanwai: "I'm Wang Xinyi. I came here to see the wind and cold last month. At that time, you said that I had a chronic illness and told me to take good care of my body... Do you remember?"

Yang Fan let out a long "Oh" and said, "I remember, you are the old king next door."

Zhu Qingshan was woken up by the chattering politeness and pleasantries of the two, and Zhu Qingshan sat on the stone table under the willow tree with a wake-up air.

Qinglian was serving Jingmian by her side, Zhu Qingshan seemed to be sitting nonchalantly, but in fact he was listening to Yang Fan's chat with others.

I just heard Yang Fan say with a look of helplessness: "I can't do anything about your illness, you should find another expert."

The member named Wang Xinyi took out a brocade box from behind and shouted eagerly, no, no, no.

Opening the brocade box, 500 taels of silver and silver bills lay neatly inside, "Small kindness is not a respect. After you succeed, I will give you another heart."

Yang Fan was in a dilemma and hesitated, his love for money was clear at a glance. After all, 500 taels is something that many people can't earn in their lifetime.

Not far away, Zhu Qingshan shook his head and hummed softly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan, who was reluctant to let go for a long time, finally pushed the bank note away, and said flatly: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but that I can't help you. As early as half a year ago, the toxins in your body already existed in your skin , This is also the reason why your typhoid fever comes and goes, repeatedly, so the more you take supplements for your typhoid fever, the less it will get better. You went to my grandfather for treatment a month ago, and your toxin had penetrated into the blood at that time, so The toxic medicine prescribed by my grandfather not only cured you of typhoid fever, but even turned your blood back. But that was just suppression, not the real source of your disease. Today your toxin has penetrated into the bone marrow. I really am Powerless, helpless."

Wang Yuanwai said as if mourning his concubine: "Try it! Haven't you felt your pulse yet?"

Yang Fan: "Look, hear and ask, the first two are enough for your illness."

Wang Yuanwai looked at Yang Fan expectantly and asked, "I heard from the old lady in Yihong Courtyard that you cured a terminally ill girl?"

Yang Fan knew what he wanted to say, sighed lightly: "It is true, but the girl's poison only penetrated into the flesh and blood, but not into the marrow, and you..." Turned around and left without saying more.

Wang Yuanwai stood in a daze for a while, then walked away unsteadily.

Yang Fan turned around and went into the kitchen, brought five dishes and one soup, and said to Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian: "Use it slowly."

Zhu Qingshan said politely: "Let's go together!"

Yang Fan shook his head and said, "I've eaten, and this is for you." After speaking, he turned and entered the room, closed the door and latched it, rustling, not knowing what to do.

Zhu Qingshan frowned and remained calm.

Qinglian picked up the chopsticks and started to eat first, chewing slowly, with a serious expression, her eyes gradually brightened, and she had endless aftertaste.

Zhu Qingshan: "What's the matter?"

Qinglian: "It's delicious."

Zhu Qingshan said disapprovingly: "Delicates from mountains and seas, rare treasures have never been praised by you, this ordinary side dish, can it be compared to imperial delicacies?"

Qinglian didn't talk too much, she just ate seriously.

Zhu Qingshan put the vegetables into his mouth, and couldn't help closing his eyes to savor it, saying: "It's really delicious."

After he was full, Zhu Qingshan asked: "What did that boy do last night?"

The boy was naturally referring to Yang Fan.

Qinglian: "Cook, boil water, walk on the gravel road, and then stay in the woodshed for a long time."

The cobblestone road is the cobblestone road used for massage for the blind. Around the bamboo house, you can see quiet places in the community and parks everywhere.

Zhu Qingshan asked curiously: "You mean that young man walked barefoot on this gravel road?"

Qinglian nodded.

Thinking of the multiplication formulas on the wall and the ingenious tricks, Zhu Qingshan felt that the gravel road must have another meaning.

So he took off his boots and went up.

"Hiss... ah... oh" came out of Zhu Qingshan's mouth from time to time.

Zhu Qingshan wanted to give up at first, but on second thought, even a wounded boy could finish walking, why couldn't he himself?
Gritting your teeth and insisting on one lap, slowly getting used to it. After three laps, your body will gradually become lighter. After five laps, your limbs will sweat and your internal force will run on its own, faster and stronger than usual.

Zhu Qingshan put on his boots and said to Qinglian who was beside Hou, "Let's go to the woodshed."

When I got to the firewood room, I opened the door and entered.

I saw that the firewood room was clean and tidy, and the coffin was placed vertically opposite the door.There is a pair of kneeling marks in front of the coffin, which are clearly visible, and there is a mouthful of blood, dark red dots, next to the marks.

Zhu Qingshan nodded involuntarily, then looked at the old man in the coffin in a strange way, his face was filled with disbelief, he saw that the body that was scarred and bruised yesterday was clean today, this kind of cleanliness is not the cleanliness of service, but The body is complete.

The wound was sutured with standard techniques.

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help but asked Qinglian: "Tell me, what is that boy named Yang Fan doing in that room?"

Qinglian replied: "He boiled a lot of water early and put a lot of medicinal materials in it. He probably waited for the temperature of the boiling water to be right before he went in to take a bath and take a medicinal bath to heal his wounds."

Zhu Qingshan nodded, medicinal baths have a long history of helping to heal injuries, and it is not uncommon.This is also the true reason for the contemporary proverb "If you are poor, you will learn literature, and if you are rich, you will cultivate martial arts".

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the room, and water splashed in all directions in the room.

Zhu Qingshan looked at Qinglian curiously, expressing doubts.

Qinglian nodded and said: "The boy has been promoted to a higher level, I can feel that he is now a first-class level."

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help being amazed, how could he have such a state at such a young age?But he neglected that his [-]-year-old was a top-notch peak.

After waiting for a long time, Yang Fan still didn't come out.

Under Zhu Qingshan's urging, Qinglian walked in gracefully, but after a while, she blushed and fled out.

Said "hate" to Zhu Qingshan, then covered his face and left.

Zhu Qingshan stood on the spot, not knowing why.

(End of this chapter)