If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Chapter 6 She quits being a substitute (6)

Jiang Miao was right. Yang Ye was suffering from tuberculosis, which is modern tuberculosis.

This disease was fatal in ancient times!
  Yang Ye’s current symptoms include tuberculosis necrosis involving the pulmonary capillary walls, bloody sputum coughed up, and difficulty breathing.
  Seeing Jiang Miao stand up, Sun Zhenqing muttered: "General Yang has a cough, shortness of breath, dry mouth and throat, is afraid of cold, and cold hands and feet are due to deficiency of yin and yang. It mainly nourishes yin and yang, strengthens the root and kills insects. The old man has been giving him Tianbu." Daizomaru.”

"It can only alleviate it but not cure it. What do you think, Xiaomiao? But it doesn't matter."

Seeing that Sun Zhenqing valued Jiang Miao so much, Yang Zijian couldn't help but calm down. Could his father's illness be getting better?
  Jiang Miao took the prescription written by Sun Zhenqing and touched it with his fingertips. Atractylodes, yam, poria, heterophylla, and angelica were all Chinese medicinal herbs that nourished vitality.

She thought for a moment, and then spoke based on the prompts from the "Rejuvenation" buff.

"Old General Yang's hemoptysis is getting worse. You might as well add some heat-clearing and blood-cooling medicine."

When Sun Zhenqing heard this, he stroked his beard and nodded, "Yes, that's right. You can add honeysuckle, rehmannia root and skullcap to the recipe."

Jiang Miao dipped his pen in ink and handed the written prescription to Yang Zijian. Then he turned to Sun Zhenqing and said, "Master, I have another method that I want to try."

"Huh? Tell me about it." Sun Zhenqing's tone was full of appreciation. He originally thought that Yan Baixuan's talent was already top-notch, but he didn't expect that this new disciple's talent was even greater.

Yang Zijian's eyes lit up, and he obviously trusted Jiang Miao more. He showed her the seat in person, "Miss Jiang, do you mean that there are other more effective ways to treat my father's illness?"

"Uncle Guo, all I can say is try it." Jiang Miao chuckled, "Whether it works or not is another matter."

Immediately afterwards, she said:

"My master once taught me acupuncture. During this time, I have been studying medical books all day long, and I have some ideas about the treatment of tuberculosis. Maybe I can try acupuncture."

"Oh," Sun Zhenqing muttered, "It's not that I haven't thought about using acupuncture. It's just that General Yang's illness has bloodshot phlegm in the morning, and it's difficult to stimulate the sensation to the throat even with acupuncture."

"What the master said is absolutely true." Jiang Miao nodded, "So my disciple wants to try the 'qi to the disease site' technique. Only two acupuncture points, Kongzui and Chize, are used to make the old general lie down, and then perform acupuncture. Make up the flat with a flat, leave a needle with a stick of incense, and apply the acupuncture every other moment."

Sun Zhenqing's eyes brightened slightly, and she raised her chin slightly to signal, "Xiao Miao, go and try."

Jiang Miao took out the silver needle and asked Yang Zijian, "Uncle Guo, please talk to the old general and see if he is willing to try the needle."

Before Yang Zijian could ask, the old general coughed a few times and raised his hand to wave, "Little girl, come here."

"Yes." Jiang Miao came to the hospital bed and was deeply moved when she saw this veteran general who had fought for the country for most of his life.

Jiang Miao's acupuncture movements were methodical. Seeing that she was so proficient in acupuncture at such a young age, Yang Zijian's heart became more stable and he couldn't help but look at her differently.

Little did they know that Jiang Miao had only been studying medicine with Sun Zhenqing for more than a month. Even Sun Zhenqing, who taught her the medicine, was surprised and thought that this girl had a lot of wisdom.

Jiang Miao was not distracted. After administering the needle, she asked Yang Ye, "Old general, do you feel dry mouth, cold throat, and tight chest?"

Yang Ye nodded repeatedly. He didn't have much hope at first, but he didn't expect that the little girl gave him hope after the injection.

Jiang Miao nodded.

Sun Zhenqing caressed Hu, "This is the Qida Hospital."

Yang Zijian was overjoyed when he heard this and couldn't restrain his excitement.

"Father's illness can be cured?!"

He looked at Jiang Miao who was retracting her needles, and his eyes stayed on him for a while longer.

Jiang Miao said: "Uncle Guo, I can only say that I am 80% sure. Old General Yang is coughing up blood and needs acupuncture twice a day."

Yang Zijian was overjoyed when he heard this. Don't say 80%, even 50% is enough to attract people's attention.

"I wonder where Miss Jiang lives now? Do you want to stay at Baima Villa? I will give you a separate house here and have maids to serve you. I just hope you can stay and give my father acupuncture."

Listening to his sincere words, Jiang Miao already had a plan in mind, but she didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

So, she looked at Sun Zhenqing.

Sun Zhenqing smiled and said: "You can stay here as a teacher. I am not fit for running around, so I can rest assured that you are here." "Okay." Jiang Miao nodded, "I will take you back to Yaolu first. "

Yang Zijian knew that Jiang Miao wanted to pack his bags, so he sent a carriage to meet him.

Jiang Miao didn't have much luggage, so she went back to Yaolu mainly to give instructions to Dong Yuanjing.

"Xiao Jing, I'm not here, so I have to ask you to take good care of the master. If anything happens, remember to have someone send a message to Baima Villa. I will rush back immediately."

Dong Yuanjing looked awkward, "What are you talking about? I took good care of the master when you didn't come, and I still need your instructions."

"Ha." Jiang Miao chuckled, "Yes, although Xiaojing is young, I can rest assured that he can do things."

Dong Yuanjing sent her out, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Jiang Miao was not in a hurry and left after he finished speaking.

Dong Yuanjing gritted his teeth and said: "There are many dignitaries coming and going in Baima Villa. Don't wander around. We can't afford to offend anyone, so be careful."

"Ah, thank you, Junior Brother Xiaojing, for reminding me. Senior Sister must be careful in her words and deeds." Jiang Miao was in a good mood after completing a plan.

Dong Yuanjing hummed and slammed the courtyard door.

Jiang Miao touched her nose and left with a smile.

Jiang Miao had just returned to the rented house and heard a "bang bang" sound before he entered the courtyard door.

She walked in and saw that the persimmon tree in the yard, which was gradually maturing and turning yellow, had been beaten to the point where its branches and leaves were swaying.

A bamboo pole came over from the yard of another house and hit the pole with a bang, and several persimmons fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Miao frowned. She remembered that the house next door was haunted and could not be rented out. No one had ever lived there. Could it be that someone brave enough had moved in?
  Not only did he move in, but he also stole her persimmons?
  Jiang Miao jumped up to the courtyard wall. From a high position, he saw a frail scholar throwing away his bamboo pole and leaning down to pick up persimmons.

When he stood up, he met Jiang Miao's eyes.

The scholar's ears suddenly felt hot, and he was embarrassed to say: "Girl."

"Is this your persimmon tree?"

Jiang Miao crossed his arms in front of him and raised his chin, "Is it yours?"

The scholar is holding several orange persimmons in his hands. His clothes are azure, his hair is as black as silk, and his eyebrows are clear.

Jiang Miao jumped down in front of him, pursed her lips, and looked like a human, but unfortunately he was a thief.

The scholar looked shy and held the persimmon in front of Jiang Miao.

"Girl, my name is Shen Tanwei. I am a scholar going to Luoyang to take the exam."

Jiang Miao hugged him, "That's a thief too."

Shen Tan blushed slightly, "Because I have exhausted all my money, I am very hungry, and I saw that the persimmon leaning over the wall was really strong. I hope the girl will forgive me."

"I'll give you this persimmon back."

Jiang Miao waved her hand, "No need."

It’s not that she was stingy with these persimmons, but taking them without asking was considered a thief. In vain, he was still a scholar.

Shen Tanwei held the persimmon like a hot potato.

"Grumbling."

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(End of this chapter)