Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Doctor Hu left the room and did not rush to talk about Elder Zong's condition. He held his waist and lamented, "My waist, my old waist."

Bafang hurried forward to help him, and Zong Shouqing also asked someone to bring out a cushioned chair.

Doctor Hu sat down slowly, and the first thing he said was: "I have something to say to Lord Meng."

Although Zong Shouqing was worried about his father's condition, he still made room for Meng Changqing and Doctor Hu, "I'll go to the room to serve my father."

Seeing Zong Shouqing go in, Meng Changqing was about to ask if there was anything they had to talk about alone, when she saw Doctor Hu extending his hand to her.

"What do you mean?" Meng Changqing didn't understand.

"Consultation fee, money! One hundred taels of silver! Give it to me now."

Meng Changqing said with a smile: "One hundred taels of silver can cure my master's illness, this money must be given."

"Stop! You have also studied medicine. After all, medicine is not a panacea. There are always things that it cannot reach. This one hundred taels is the fee for my pulse diagnosis." Doctor Hu was determined to take the money, otherwise he would be letting his waist, hips and thighs down.

Meng Changqing was not quick to pay. She said, "I don't have a hundred taels on me. Why don't I write you an IOU and give it to you when I get back to Beishan County?"

Doctor Hu pointed at her and said, "You don't have it on you. Doesn't the Meng family have it? Ask Bafang to get it."

Meng Changqing turned around twice and said, "Okay, Bafang, go back and get the silver from Uncle Dai."

Watching Bafang leave the hospital, Doctor Hu stood up by himself, holding on to the armrest of the chair, "Let's go, I have to go in and talk to Master Zong about Master Zong's condition."

Inside the room, Doctor Hu flipped through the prescription written by the imperial physician and said, "Master Zong's illness is ultimately a gastrointestinal problem. I'm sure the imperial physician has already told you this.

The prescriptions given by the imperial doctors may seem different, but they are all tailored to the severity of the disease at the time. "

Zong Shouqing asked: "It's just a gastrointestinal problem, why is the disease so serious?"

Just from this sentence, Doctor Hu knew that Lord Zong had no previous knowledge of the relevant diseases. "Lord Zong, let me give you an example that you can understand. A small wound on the sole of the foot can kill a person, let alone a disease in the body."

Doctor Hu lowered his voice a little, "Master Zong is old after all, and his stomach is not as good as that of a middle-aged person, and his teeth are not as good as before. Even if you serve him carefully, you can't avoid the old man's single preference in food.

I'm not being polite and my medical skills aren't necessarily that great, but Lord Zong, just listen to what I have to say.

No matter what kind of medicine you take, it will hurt your stomach to some extent. Even if these prescriptions contain stomach-nourishing herbs, the effects are extremely limited.

This kind of disease, no matter what age a person is, can only be treated with care. "

Zong Ruwen said: "Doctor Hu's last sentence is exactly the same as what the imperial doctors said."

Meng Changqing immediately asked Doctor Hu, "Is there any way to improve the symptoms?"

"The prescriptions and dietary supplements given by the imperial physician are very good. According to the pulse records, the elder's condition is already recovering."

After hearing what Doctor Hu said, Zong Ruwen's solemn expression did not improve.

Doctor Hu also noticed this, "However, I have another set of massage methods that can help Master Zong recover from his illness."

After Doctor Hu finished speaking, he went into the inner room to give Zong Ruwen a massage, and asked the servant who served Zong Ruwen to learn by the side.

Seeing that Doctor Hu was not around, Zong Shouqing pulled Meng Changqing out of the door and asked in a low voice: "Did Doctor Hu meet anyone privately after arriving in Beijing?"

Meng Changqing asked bluntly: "Do you think that Elder Zong's illness is strange?" Zong Shouqing said: "There is nothing I can't tell you. This is exactly what I am worried about."

Meng Changqing said, "Although Doctor Hu has a strange temper, he is an upright person. He is not a person who fears power or covets money. His family is not in danger."

Zong Shouqing looked into the distance and said, "Since my father fell ill, he has been treated by the doctor in the mansion, but he became more seriously ill after two or three days. I suspected that his medical skills were not good, so I invited several doctors in the city. The diagnoses and prescriptions they gave were almost the same.

I was worried, so I went to the palace to ask the emperor for help and invited the imperial physician to see the patient.

I have been taking the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician for some time, but it has not helped. "

"So you thought of Doctor Hu?" Meng Changqing said, "Doctor Hu is not in the capital. Even if there is a conspiracy, we have to wait until he shows up and then send someone to contact him before we can ask Doctor Hu to surrender.

I escorted Doctor Hu here, and he didn't come into contact with any suspicious people along the way.

Do you suspect that I also want to harm Master?"

Zong Shouqing immediately said: "I have never had such doubts. I know the time when the letter from Meng Mansion is sent. According to the date, you must have traveled day and night to arrive at Zong Mansion today.

Your respect for my father is genuine."

"Then who do you suspect is going to attack the elder?" Meng Changqing asked.

Zong Shouqing shook his head.

Meng Changqing felt that he was trapped in a conspiracy he had woven, and said angrily: "Everyone in the government and the country knows the reputation of the elder. Although he has a high official title, he has no real power, and he has never been anyone's backer. Who would attack such a person?"

Zong Shouqing explained: "I am worried about my father himself..."

Meng Changqing looked at Zong Shouqing in surprise and asked in confusion: "Why are you so worried?"

Zong Shouqing didn't dare to meet Meng Changqing's gaze, "You also know that when a father and son are in the court at the same time, either both of them have low official positions, or one is high and the other is low."

Meng Changqing sighed, "Do you think Master is making way for you? Master Zong, you are thinking wrongly!

Master has been with Your Majesty for decades, how could he not understand Your Majesty? The current His Majesty appoints people based on their merits. With your talents, how could Your Majesty not use you? Why would Master have to use such means to pave the way for your success?
After a few years, once the master resigns, your position will definitely be promoted.

Besides, how old is your child? How could the elder be willing to abandon this family?"

Zong Shouqing half lowered his head and said with a wry smile: "As a son, I don't understand him as well as you, his disciple."

“You just can’t see clearly when you’re in it.”

"So, my father is really sick and old." His voice became softer and softer, and Meng Changqing almost couldn't hear the last two words.

Meng Changqing said, "Everyone will grow old."

The two stood in the corridor for a long time in silence.

The door behind them was knocked three times from the inside. Meng Changqing and Zong Shouqing turned around at the same time and saw the servant from the Zong Mansion coming out. He said with embarrassment, "The old master asked, what were you two mumbling about outside? It was buzzing like a mosquito and a fly arguing."

"Is Doctor Hu done with the massage?" Zong Shouqing asked.

"Not yet." The servant replied respectfully, "Doctor Hu said his waist is not in good condition. He lay down on the master's footrest after just two moves. Doctor Hu asked Master Meng to go in and give him a massage." (End of this chapter)