Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 709 I was right!
The next day, Dr. Jiang Baizhi, a medical doctor from Yongzhou, was invited over again to diagnose her pulse carefully, with doubts on her face.

"It shouldn't be! I can't say that the prescription given by the official is foolproof. It's at least [-]% sure. Why does this condition have some recurrences?"

Can it not be repeated?
Fan Zheng smiled bitterly and explained Fan Laoshi's actions in detail, his eyes full of helplessness.

Fan Laoshi bulged his eyes and angrily yelled at Fan Zheng: "You're talking nonsense! I didn't! Stop slandering!"

No nonsense, just look at Fan Laoshi's physical condition and it is clear that Jiang Baizhi will not be confused by Fan Laoshi's harsh words.

This Fan Laoshi will be buried in the future and unearthed ten thousand years later. His bones will turn to ashes, and his mouth will definitely still be stiff.

As a doctor of medicine, Jiang Baizhi was used to seeing such tough-talking patients, so she ignored him and just talked to Fan Zheng.

"Xiaguan has treated this kind of old stroke patient and recovered nine out of ten cases. However, in the last five cases, he collapsed on the bed, his hands were like chicken claws, unable to move, and his body was covered with feces."

Fan Zheng responded promptly: "Why?"

Jiang Baizhi sighed: "It's just because they think they are capable. The doctors are all scaremongering. Then those who should stay in bed insist on doing things, and those who should take medicine insist on stopping taking medicine, thinking that all diseases should be avoided."

Fan Zheng sighed: "Medicine can't cure the disease, and the Buddha can save the destined person. This person is asking for paralysis, and even gods can't help him."

Yuan Luan heard this anxiously and pinched Fan Laoshi's ears. Fan Laoshi reluctantly curled his lips and said, "Okay, there's no need to point fingers and scold Huaihuai. At worst, the old man will be a useless person, sitting around taking medicine and not working." .”

Lie down, that is absolutely impossible!
Huh, this is the last insistence of the stubborn old man!

It is not necessary that Fan Laoshi lie down all day long. As long as he takes medicine on time and does not do forced labor, his condition is not too serious.

Jiang Baizhi asked the two medical students who followed her to open the needle box they carried with them, revealing nine kinds of shining needles.

"General Dingyuan's illness requires acupuncture due to delay."

Fan Zheng noticed that Fan Laoshi, who had always been tough-tongued, had a trace of confusion in his eyes and his arms were trembling slightly.

Oops, I thought Ayana, with her stinky temper that irritates the sky, the earth, and the air, would have nothing to fear except for raking her ears, but it turns out she is also afraid of needles!
The headband was unwrapped, and Fan Laosheng's long white hair was hanging down.

Because it was winter, and Yuan Luan washed Fan Laoshi's hair every two days, there was no peculiar smell.

The shortcomings of long hair are actually quite obvious. In addition to the fact that it is easy to get hair pulled out during fights, if you cannot wash your hair in time in hot weather, the sour smell will make dogs vomit if you smell it.

Jiang Baizhi picked up the needle intentionally or unintentionally and introduced: "This is a chí needle, two and a half inches long, which controls the entry and exit of evil spirits; this is a sharp needle, one inch and six minutes long, with a three-cornered blade, which is used to treat paralysis and bleeding."

"This is a sharp needle, straight (round) and sharp, one inch and six minutes long. It is mainly used to treat paralysis and violent paralysis of the four limbs. This is a long needle, seven inches long. It is mainly used to treat deep evil and distant paralysis."

Just use the needle according to the symptom, not all nine needles.

Fan Laoshi closed his eyes in despair.

Wan Duzi, who has been a hero all his life, lost all his face in front of acupuncture!
Fan Laoshi is not afraid of medicine or horns, but is only afraid of needles, which is also a strange thing.

Four types of needles, a total of more than ten, were inserted into Fan Laoshi's skull. They were twisted and flicked continuously, and the tails of the needles made a faint trembling sound.

Fan Zheng also tried acupuncture. The pain was mild, about the same as an ant bite. He just felt uncomfortable watching the long needle pierce his body.

However, looking at Fan Laoshi's nervous look, clenched teeth, twitching cheeks, and prominent veins on his neck, Fan Zheng had never seen him look like this before.

Fan Zheng's heart softened, had he gone too far?

Reflect, reflect, reflect again, I was right!
If Aye is not given any deterrent, he will be paralyzed sooner or later with his random temper!
The older he gets, the more stubborn he becomes. Without any means of restraint, if he insists on "filial piety", he will be paralyzed by filial piety.

Filial piety does not mean unconditional submission, nor does it mean that you hand over swords and sickles when your elders want to kill people and set fire to them.After about a while of tea, Jiang Baizhi asked the medical students to take the needle according to the law, then asked the medical students to diagnose the pulse and draw a conclusion, and then started the follow-up examination by herself.

"There are two points that need to be noted here. The patient is physically stronger than ordinary people and has many hidden injuries on his body, so all aspects need to be considered during diagnosis and treatment."

"You can't cure a stroke, but it induces an underlying disease. Isn't that a joke?"

A good doctor always takes the patient's overall condition into consideration, instead of treating the patient with a headache, let alone cutting off the pain in the foot.

What Fan Zheng admired about Jiang Baizhi was her way of giving advice to her students all the time. She was a true teacher.

"Dr. Jiang could have come to the rescue alone, but he has to take you with him. You must remember this sentiment."

Don't forget, this is outside the classroom, it is the Marquis' Mansion of Huarong Founding County. No one can say no even if Jiang Baizhi doesn't take them with her.

After pulling out the needle on his head, Fan Laoshi seemed to have come to life again, and his face became much more vivid.

Looking at Fan Mingqian who was hiding far away, Fan Laoshi sighed and squeezed out a smile: "My dear grandson..."

Fan Mingqian pouted and groaned: "Yeah, bad, you are unreasonable and know how to curse!"

Fan Laoshi's smile froze.

On the one hand, he had a bad temper, but on the other hand, he was feeling uncomfortable and couldn't help but get angry.

"Yeah, you're wrong. You shouldn't scold Fan Mingqian. When Yeah is better, you can be a bully for Fan Mingqian, okay?"

Fan Laoshi will never admit his mistakes to Fan Zheng, but that doesn't mean he won't admit his mistakes to his grandson. It's not a shame to be married to Ru Ziniu after a generation apart.

Fan Mingqian's grievance dissipated quickly, but he took a serious look at his brother.

Fan Baili put his hands behind his hands: "Yes, if you admit your mistake, someone must believe you. Reducing the dosage of medication, stopping medication without authorization, and not following the doctor's instructions when working. I have a lot of criminal records."

Fan Laoshi's thick-skinned face showed a rare rosiness: "Yeah, I promise, I won't do it again or curse people indiscriminately in the future."

Fan Mingqian turned around reluctantly: "Okay, I forgive you."
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Emperor Yonghui summoned Fan Zheng to the Liangyi Palace, where he discussed some details with Yan Liben, the general's master craftsman.

Some of these details have obviously been discussed last time.

Fan Zheng quickly understood Yan Liben's intention and discussed half-truths and half-falsehoods to show merit for himself.

Who says that pure technocrats don’t understand the world at all?
People only see whether you are worth the favor or not.

Emperor Yonghui coughed lightly: "Fan Qing has made great contributions to the court, but it is difficult to reward him at this time..."

Of course, it is unrealistic to ask Fan Zheng to switch to the sixth grade or to add the third grade of Tong Zhongshu.

Speaking of it, the main reason is that Fan Zheng's promotion speed is too fast, and he can't be the prime minister in his thirties, right?

Fan Zheng grinned: "Speaking of rewards, I would like to ask your Majesty to inscribe an inscription for Jiang Baizhi, a medical doctor from Yongzhou..."

After working with Jiang Baizhi several times, Fan Zheng felt a little bit sorry.

It's too vulgar to talk about money, but you should be careful to write inscriptions. The calligraphy of your own hands is almost the same as the ghost drawings that others spray with a needle.

Fan Zheng's calligraphy can be compared with Chu Suiliang's, one is top notch, the other is top notch good.

(End of this chapter)