My village can't be like this

Chapter 334 Adding or subtracting antelope horn soup
"Okay Xiao An, now you can take the needle."

After Zhang Yixing opened his mouth, Zhang An took the silver needle.

"Householder, your old man is not in any danger now."

Looking at the old man who had regained some energy and started to look rosy, Zhang and his party turned to talk to the old lady next to them.

On the contrary, when addressing ordinary people, it is usually called lay people.

But Zhang and his party were used to dealing with villagers, and they didn't change for a while, so they called the old lady "old sister-in-law".

"But this stroke is always a serious illness. Although there is no danger now, if you want to recover, you still need to go to the hospital for treatment, or you can get a prescription and acupuncture for a period of time."

The old man's condition is no longer serious, but his vitality is still damaged.

But it is very simple to recover. You can get good treatment by staying in the hospital for half a month.

Of course, there is another way, which is to prescribe a prescription, boil the medicine in a jar for a period of time, and combine it with acupuncture.

The effect of the latter is definitely better than staying in the hospital. After all, Chinese medicine is not only about treating diseases, but also nourishing qi and essence.

In terms of cost, it is much lower than the cost of hospitalization.

Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious. I have to come to see Zhang Yixing every day.

Considering that the two elderly people lived in the city, Zhang and his party gave the suggestion of going to the hospital.

If these two people were villagers from Changqing or a nearby village, Zhang and his party would definitely let them choose the latter.

Because the latter only requires boiling the medicine in a jar for a few days, and if it is combined with his acupuncture, it won't cost much.

As soon as the old lady heard that she was going to the hospital, her brows that were stretched out just a moment ago immediately wrinkled.

But later I heard Zhang Yixing say that it could be treated with acupuncture, and his frown gradually relaxed.

"Taoist Priest, if you can prescribe a prescription here, we will choose to recuperate for a period of time without going to the hospital."

"Layholder, if your home is nearby, decoction combined with acupuncture is naturally the best method. But if you are in the city, it is more convenient to go to the hospital."

Prescribing a decoction is not a big problem, as it can be prepared anywhere.

It's just that they have to come here every day for injections. It's not convenient for them to live in the city and travel back and forth.

Although there are one or two traditional Chinese medicine clinics in the city, Zhang and his party did not know the people inside.

He didn't know anything about the methods of the doctors sitting in the hall, so naturally he wouldn't recommend patients to go there.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for considering us, but to be honest, the last place our old man wants to go in this life is the hospital."

Zhang An could hear something unspeakable in the old lady's words.

It probably wasn't about medical expenses, because the two of them were not dressed like ordinary people.

Instead, it was more like the old man had some troubles with being in the hospital.

"Taoist Master, can you stay here for the night?"

The old lady looked at the two side rooms besides Sanqing Hall, thinking that it would be most convenient if she could stay overnight in the temple.

"Sorry, layman, Sanqing Temple does not have the ability to accommodate overnight guests."

There is no reception capacity in the temple. Apart from Zhang Yixing's residence, there is only one other room reserved for people to place orders.

This is because the area that was expanded after the Taoist temple was opened this time did not exist before.

Moreover, ordinary people cannot stay in this place. Hanging is a way of saying that Taoist priests go out and stay overnight in other Taoist temples.

Therefore, the old lady's plan to stay overnight in the Taoist temple failed to come true, but the old lady did not give up either.

"Then we will find a house to rent in the village down the mountain for a period of time, and we can relax while we recuperate."

The old lady only pondered for a few seconds before speaking out her plan.

She is not selfish, just now when Zhang and his party were treating their old man.

That calm face made her feel at ease, and it only took half an hour from when their old man passed out to when he woke up.

If their old man fell ill at home today, it would take at least half an hour to go to the hospital.

Moreover, treatment for such emergencies in the hospital cannot be effective so quickly.

She planned to stay in the village for a while, partly because the medical skills of Zhang An and Zhang Yixing really moved her.

On the other hand, it is to prevent the old man from getting sick again.

Anyway, there are B&Bs in the village down the mountain, and their conditions are pretty good, so these are not problems.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll give you a prescription, but I don't have any medicine here, so I need to go to the city to get it."

Seeing that the other party had already made this decision, Zhang and his party did not continue to persuade him.

"The old man just woke up today, so he needs to take a good rest first. From tomorrow onwards, just come to me for a prick every afternoon before sunset."

Knowing that the prescription was about to be filled out, Zhang An went into the room and took out the pen and paper before Zhang Yixing could say anything.

By the time Zhang and his party finished talking to the old lady, Zhang An had already polished the ink.

"Okay Anzi, let's prescribe."

Zhang An and his party could not get Zhang An to take action on the matter of prescribing.

After all, Zhang An had just started studying and had not yet reached this stage.

"Antelope horn powder is one coin, tortoise shell is four coins, white peony root is six coins, stone cassia is five coins, Uncaria is five coins, raw land is five coins, chrysanthemum flower is three coins, fried grass is three coins, bile nanxing is three coins, cicada slough is two coins Qian, two qian of calamus, two qian of powdered licorice, decoction in water, one dose per day, for seven days."

Zhang Yixing made a prescription, and Zhang An put his pen on the paper.

It is said that in the past, when old Chinese medicine practitioners had apprentices, they would always follow them to learn prescriptions.

Zhang An is Zhang Yixing's adopted son. In fact, in Zhang Yixing's eyes, he is not much different from his disciple.

He treated Zhang An, and Zhang An treated him just like Zhang Yi Xing treated his late master.

After Zhang An heard this, he immediately knew that this was an Antelope Horn Soup.

After a while, a neatly written prescription was written.

"Daddy, take a look."

After the copying was completed, Zhang An handed it over to Zhang and his party for inspection.

Zhang Yixing read it over and found that the recipe was OK and Zhang An's handwriting was very good.

In order to let others see it more clearly, he also wrote it in small regular characters, so as to avoid grabbing the wrong medicine when he went to take it.

"Householder, this is a prescription. Take it for seven days first. After seven days, we will see how the old man's condition improves. If it gets better, you don't need to continue taking the medicine. You only need acupuncture for a few days."

Zhang and his party handed the prescription to the old lady, and then explained some things again.

"I prefer Chinese Medicine Hall to get medicine, because their preparation methods of medicinal materials are very suitable and the medicines pass the test, so I often go there to get medicine."

"Don't grab it from roadside stalls. Firstly, the medicinal materials are not safe and life-saving things cannot be joked about. Secondly, their weighing is not accurate, which greatly affects the effectiveness of the medicine."

After thinking about it, Zhang and his party chatted with the old lady for a few words.

It's not an advertisement for the Chinese medicine hall, because Zhang Yixing has been using the medicinal materials there, and the quality is still good.

When buying medicine, you are afraid to buy it from roadside stalls or some unprofessional shops. Some medicinal materials are not suitable for processing.

Moreover, when taking the medicine, the weighing was not correct, and money was a small problem, but in this way, the efficacy of the medicine could not be guaranteed. "I know, I know. Thank you, Taoist Priest. Take a look at how much it costs."

The old lady took the prescription solemnly, thanked her again, and then asked about the medical fee.

Although she took out 50 yuan, she didn't know if it was suitable, so she asked.

After all, a serious illness like this that comes quickly will cost you at least a few hundred dollars in the hospital, and it's not impossible to spend thousands.

"Helping others is a way of cultivating Taoism, and there is no such thing as a medical fee."

Zhang Yixing shook his head and said to everyone with a smile.

As he said, in the past few decades, he has helped people in the village see doctors without taking any money.

Even when he went out to travel and diagnose and treat those high-profile families, it was all donated by others, and he never opened his mouth.

He never asked for money from others, but travel also required travel expenses, so he did not refuse donations from wealthy people.

"Okay, old lady, as long as the old man recovers, it will be fine. My godfather has been treating everyone around me for decades and has never collected a penny in medical fees."

Seeing that the old lady still insisted on giving money, Zhang An helped explain.

In the past, Zhang Yixing's life was so difficult that he didn't even think about collecting money from others.

Even more so now, not to mention that there are donations from the faithful in the temple.

Simply speaking, Zhang Anqian took care of all his daily expenses, let alone such an idea.

"The Dao is righteous."

"This is a true practitioner."

"Yes, yes, this is the person who has cultivated the great path."

Everyone around them had just seen Zhang Yi and Zhang An resuscitating the dying old man.

Everyone respects them from the bottom of their hearts, not to mention anything else. If their own family has such an accident in the future, there will be a way out.

When they saw that Zhang and his party didn't charge for the consultation, everyone didn't think it was anything.

But after listening to what Zhang An said, everyone respected Zhang and his party even more.

There was no charge for consultation once or twice, probably because there were so many people present and they wanted to make a show of themselves.

But people have been like this for decades. This is when personal cultivation and morality have reached a transcendent state.

After being persuaded by Zhang An, the old lady bowed to Zhang and his party again to express her gratitude.

"Taoist Master, I'll go in and burn incense, and then we'll go down the mountain to find a place to stay. I won't bother you again tomorrow."

The old lady who was helped up said something to Zhang and his party, then walked to the Taoist temple and respectfully burned three sticks of incense.

This time, she did not just bow like last time, but sincerely knelt on the futon and offered incense.

The old lady was also a very particular person. After finishing the incense burning, she put the confiscated medical fees from Zhang and his party into the merit box and regarded it as a charity.

On the one hand, I do this for peace of mind. Others don’t want it, but if I don’t give it to myself, I’m afraid I won’t be able to live with it.

On the other hand, there is also the thought of doing good things.

After all, when they came just now, they burned incense together and donated a few dollars to charity.

No, after the old man fainted, Ben Zhang and his party were saved.

In the old lady's heart, it was all destined, and it was probably like this for good deeds to be rewarded.

After everyone saw the old lady offering incense again, people who had not done so before all lined up at the entrance of Sanqing Hall.

Many people who were not present just now and came over later did not know what happened. So many people gathered here, thinking there was some excitement.

After asking people around me, my favorable impression of this simple Taoist temple and Zhang and his entourage skyrocketed.

Suddenly, this Taoist temple, which had been quiet for many years, became more popular than ever.

"Layers, there is no need to compare donations, just do what you can, and offering incense is already a sign of sincerity."

Seeing that everyone had been donating money, Zhang Yixing persuaded him that he did not need the money to maintain his life.

But no matter how much he tried to persuade, everyone just smiled.

"Well, Taoist Priest, let's go down the mountain first, and we won't bother you again when we come up tomorrow."

After offering incense and donating money, the old lady planned to go down the mountain.

"Xiao An, you have nothing to do. Just take these two laymen down the mountain to find a place to stay."

Zhang and his party thought that these two old people were not very familiar with the village, so they asked Zhang An to follow them.

Even if something happens on the road, Zhang An can take care of it for a while.

"Okay, then I'll go back and come back tomorrow."

Zhang An nodded. It was time for him to go down the mountain. By now, his aunt and his family might have arrived.

"Then I'm going to trouble the Taoist leader."

The old lady called Zhang An little brother just now, but now she became the little Taoist priest. He thought Zhang An was a disciple practicing in the Taoist temple.

"Haha, old lady, my name is Zhang An. I am a villager in the village, not a disciple in the temple. You two can call me whatever you want."

Although it seems that it is not bad to be a little Taoist priest, after all, the Zhengyi sect does not have so many rules, and it is okay to marry a wife and have children.

But in the end Zhang An introduced himself to them.

"No wonder, just now I was wondering why you called Daozhang Zhang godfather, not master."

The old lady looked like that, and soon started talking to Zhang An again.

Zhang An naturally knew everything and talked about everything. He answered all the questions the two old men had.

Zhang An also learned that the old man's name was Li Mingwu and the old lady's name was Luo Fengjuan.

The two elders are retired workers in the city. Several of the children in the family have done some business. The family conditions are really not bad.

After coming down the mountain, Zhang An took the two old people around the village and finally found a B&B for them to rent.

The village now has many B&Bs using its own houses, but Zhang An did not just find one for them.

In the end, they found a house for them that was relatively close to the entrance of the village and had a well-kept room.

But the host is very hospitable and the people are easy to get along with.

The conditions of this family in the village are relatively difficult. When I first started to run a B&B, I had been hesitant.

Finally, I asked the old village chiefs Zhang Jianwen and Zhang An for some advice before spending all their family savings on this.

So Zhang An brought Mr. Li and the two elders here to take care of them.

Thinking about what Zhang and his party told them, Mrs. Luo rented it for more than ten days on the spot without saying a word.

Although these two days were Chinese New Year, Mrs. Luo still wanted to cure her old man as soon as possible, and nothing else mattered.

If everything goes well, maybe we can go home before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and celebrate the end of the New Year.

(End of this chapter)