I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Luo Qianhuai couldn't sit still. She remembered that in her previous life, asthma was almost an incurable disease in the early days of the development of traditional Chinese medicine.

Of course, after long-term practice, an effective treatment method of acupuncture and decoction was gradually formed, which mainly strengthens the lungs and kidneys to enhance immunity and reduce or eliminate patients' allergic reactions to asthma triggers.

She put on the golden needle and went out with Xingjiu.

Wen Pu saw her immediately and was surprised. Is it possible that the young lady that Aunt Huang said bought the shop earlier is this young lady who looks very similar to Madam Wenlan?

He looked at it seriously for a few times, then withdrew his gaze and didn't think about anything else. Aweng went to look for his nephew and niece but had not yet returned. The young lady in front of him was wearing a silver cloak with a mink fur collar and a shiny white jade hairpin on her head. She obviously came from a wealthy family and could not be related to his miserable niece.

The waiter had already found the door panel and worked with the maid to lift Mrs. Fang up. The people watching the excitement began to disperse, but Luo Qianhuai walked straight forward.

Under Wen Pu's surprised gaze, she caught Lady Fang's pulse.

My pulse was heavy and heavy, and large rashes of urticaria had appeared on my wrists. There is no doubt that the shock is caused by allergic asthma.

"She has asthma." She said urgently: "Asthma causes syncope. If not treated in time, people will die."

"We just want to send her to the Huichun Hall." Shopkeeper Zeng of the Woodware Shop said, "If the young lady hadn't stopped her like this, we would have already set off."

"Come on, hurry up." The servant woman was extremely anxious: "Ms. Fang is the person our wife needs, and nothing will happen to her - let's go to Huichun Hall to find Gao Langzhong!"

She and shopkeeper Zeng both spoke, and the guys picked up the person and left.

Luo Qianhuai swallowed the next words he was about to say. They shouldn't be able to cure it, but I can.

Although this is realistic, it is really not suitable to say it at this time, because no one would believe it, and it seems that she belittles her colleagues and promotes herself, even if she saves people, she will not be in a good place.

She followed silently, monitoring Madam Fang's condition from time to time. Fortunately, although the other party was in a state of shock, the color of his lips had not yet turned cyanotic, which meant that he could hold on for a while longer. Otherwise, she would not have cared about anything else and would have rescued him directly.

Xingjiu pulled her sleeves from the side: "Madam, they have eyes that don't recognize gold and jade, why should we follow them?"

Luo Qianhuai shook his head and whispered: "This is also a life. If possible, we still have to save it."

Xing Jiu was puzzled but didn't dare to ask any more questions. Wen Pu, who also followed, couldn't hold back:

"This young lady is here to invite you." He cupped his hand and said, "Since this young lady is a doctor, you should know that this asthma attack is so severe that it leads to fainting, and there is no way to save it. Why do you think it can be saved?"

Luo Qianhuai looked at him and felt inexplicably kind.

"Sir, he is also a doctor." She smiled slightly: "Whether it can be saved or not depends on the person, the place and the time. For example, in ancient times, there were no doctors. If people were sick, they had to take care of their destiny."

"However, time has changed and medical science has become more and more prosperous. Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and compiled the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". Later, there were monographs such as "Nei Jing" and "Su Wen". Many diseases that were incurable in ancient times are now only a few. A side decoction can solve it."

"So sir, diseases that were incurable before may not be incurable now. And diseases that are incurable today may not be incurable in the future. How do you know, sir, that this lady is definitely incurable?" When she said this, her face was calm. There is an indescribable and powerful confidence.

Wen Pu had never seen such a little lady. She was only of that age, and even though she had studied medicine from others, she was probably still in the apprenticeship stage, but what she said said otherwise.

The artistic conception of these words is lofty, and ordinary doctors cannot stand so high or see that far. Even if his master is still here, he still can't say such words.

Of course this cannot be her own knowledge. Wen Pu calmed down and asked: "Did the young lady have a family background, or did she study under a famous master?"

Luo Qianhuai glanced at him again, not wanting to explain more: "Sir and my daughter just met by chance, so there is no need to have a close relationship."

She ignored Wen Pu, and Xing Jiu walked to one side to protect her, and the two quickened their pace. Wen Pu, who was left behind, showed a wry smile again, sighed and followed.

Reason told him that Madam Fang was dead. But after listening to the little lady's words just now, he felt a faint hope in his heart.

Although he and Mrs. Fang were strangers, as a doctor, he hoped that all patients could still be saved, even if it was not through his hands.

After a while, everyone arrived in front of the Huichun Hall. There are many patients here, and there are more than people queuing up outside the door for treatment.

When the pharmacy clerk saw Mrs. Fang's appearance, he immediately turned cold and said, "This is a pharmacy, not a coffin shop. You are in the wrong place!"

The servant girl immediately stepped forward and stuffed a handful of five-plant money into his hand: "We are from the Zhou family in Rongkangfang, and this is our lady in charge - she just passed away and is still angry, please please You Gao Langzhong, let me see, if I cure my wife, I will be greatly thanked!"

When the boy heard that he was from the Zhou family, he quickly changed his smile and reached out to touch the side of Mrs. Fang's neck: "Auntie, I didn't tell you earlier. She is indeed still alive, so I'll go and ask Gao Langzhong to come."

Even now, he didn't show any mercy and asked someone to carry Lady Fang in first.

Wen Pu had foreseen this situation, but Luo Qianhuai was a little surprised. Just as she was about to step forward and say something, Gao Langzhong came out.

He first asked Mrs. Fang about her symptoms in the early stages of the illness, and then he frowned. By the time he felt his pulse, rolled his eyelids, and looked at the coating on his tongue, his brows had already formed a digit shape.

"It can't be cured. Let's go back and prepare for the funeral." He dropped these words and turned around to leave.

"Gao Langzhong!" The servant girl knelt down and hugged his legs tightly: "Ms. Fang is the person our wife needs, and she will not miss your consultation fee. Please save her. There are still many people in her family. There is a three-year-old child!”

Gao Liang glared hard at the guy who just came in to call him. The latter took two steps back and shrank his head like a frightened quail.

"No one can cure her disease. Not to mention me, even Shouhetang and Wanyingtang in Xijing can't accept her. Go back quickly, it's not about money."

The servant woman refused to let go and continued to cry and beg. Gao Liang became impatient and called the waiter to pull the person away: "It really can't be cured. Even if you cry to death here, you are just wasting your time. It's better to send the person away as soon as possible. Going back can also allow my family to see each other again.”

When Luo Qianhuai saw this, he stepped forward and said to the servant woman, "I can cure Madam Fang's illness."

"You, are you the doctor?" The servant woman asked blankly before she could wake up from the shock just now.

"I am." Luo Qianhuai smiled gently and took out the golden needle from his arms: "Don't worry, he will wake up soon."

A cold sneer came from one side: "You talk nonsense at a young age, and I don't know which master taught you. If you can save people, how about I worship you as my master?"

The person who spoke was naturally Gao Langzhong. He stood at the door, frowning and looking at Luo Qianhuai.

Luo Qianhuai glanced at him sideways: "Worship me as your teacher? That's a great idea for you."