The emperor's uncle is the only favorite: the mysterious doctor's crazy concubine is going

Chapter 49 Unique needlework
  The maid has served Zhang Shenzhi for many years and has never met Shen Zhuoxi. Logically speaking, it is impossible for her to know about Zhang Shenzhi's past illness.
  Did you hear it from someone else?
  Hearing rumors that she was a good doctor, the maid's feelings for her suddenly dropped a lot, and her enthusiasm for her also dropped. She didn't explain in detail and just said: "Yes."
  "Judging from the pulse, your young master's illness was not brought about in the mother's womb." Shen Zhuoxi saw her reaction and was not annoyed. He put his hand on Zhang Shenzhi's wrist and said thoughtfully.
  "I was seriously ill when I was a few years younger. Later, I fell ill intermittently and never recovered. Over time, it became a chronic illness."
  These things are not unusual. You can find out after a little inquiry. The maid disagreed and said: "Yes, when the young master was three or four years old, he got scabies. He almost didn't survive. It took a month or two before he gradually got better."
  "It's not like scabies." Shen Zhuoxi retracted her hand, pulled the clothes on Zhang Shenzhi's arms up a little, looked at the old scars on her arms, and said, "Young master, is there anyone else in the family who has this disease?" ?”
  The maid looked hesitant, obviously afraid to tell the truth.
  Shen Zhuoxi was convinced that his diagnosis was correct and continued: "It can be seen from the scars that Mr. Zhang was infected with acne at that time. Acne spreads very quickly and is extremely easy to die."
  "Master Zhang was lucky enough to survive, but because of the long course of his illness and the many and mixed medicines he drank, his internal organs were damaged, leaving the root of the disease."
  That’s half right!
  The maid couldn't hide the surprise on her face. She looked around to make sure the door was closed, and whispered: "After all these years, can you still tell?"
  "Ordinary doctors shouldn't be able to tell, but older and more experienced people may not be able to tell." Shen Zhuoxi changed the subject and added, "But not many doctors have seen acne."
  "The number of people who have been cured of acne rash is also very small, otherwise the doctor and imperial doctor who diagnosed it earlier would have discovered it long ago."
  The maid finally believed in Shen Zhuoxi's medical skills and said humbly: "I apologize to you for being disrespectful just now. Please don't take it to heart. Please keep the master's old illness a secret."
  What happened more than ten years ago, Shen Zhuoxi knew the whole story even though he stayed behind closed doors in the Valley of Divine Doctors.
  When enemy spies sneaked into Shengdu, they somehow brought clothes stained with acne into the largest brothel, and then the acne spread at lightning speed.
  At first, the officials in Shengdu wanted to hide it, but it was not until a palace maid who went home to visit relatives brought the acne into the palace that the matter gradually escalated.
  The imperial doctors and doctors in Shengdu were all helpless, so they sent people to the Valley of Divine Doctors to seek medicine.
  Shen Zhuoxi roughly understood what was going on. Although he didn't like the behavior of the Shengdu royal family and officials, he still allowed the patients they brought in to enter the valley for the sake of the people of Liming.
  She studied acne day and night, and it took three days to develop an antidote.
  It was also her antidote that saved the entire people in Shengdu. Otherwise, if the acne rash continued, there would be no telling how many people would die.
  Shen Zhuoxi retracted her thoughts and said: "That year, the acne spread for more than a month, and many people were affected. Even if others knew about it, it wouldn't matter. Why did your Right Prime Minister's Office keep it secret?"
  The maid lowered her head and twisted her handkerchief, obviously afraid to say anything.
  Shen Zhuoxi was not embarrassed and said: "Hurry and prepare hot water, towels, and needles. I will point out the acupuncture points, and you can apply hot compresses with towels. After applying them, I will directly perform the acupuncture."
  The maid hurried to do it and brought water and towels after a while, but she couldn't find the needle: "Miss, I went to ask, there are no needles and threads in Baihe Tower, and the doctor in the medical clinic outside has silver needles for acupuncture."
  "But the silver needle is a private property, and they are not willing to lend it to me. At this moment, I found the needle for sewing clothes in the cloth shop next door."
  "Just bring me a sewing needle." Shen Zhuoxi looked at Mr. Zhang's condition and said, "You stay here and ask someone else to borrow it. Mr. Zhang needs urgent treatment."
  After the maid used a towel to apply heat to the acupuncture points according to Shen Zhuoxi's instructions, the boy also found a sewing kit.
  Shen Zhuoxi used a lit candle to float over it, wiped it clean and started acupuncture directly.
  After all, the embroidery needle is not a specialized silver needle. The needle is thick and short, and cannot be inserted too deep into the body, and it is inconvenient to stay. If Zhang Shenzhi's condition was not urgent and needed to be dealt with as soon as possible, she would not use this method.
  Precisely because of the special nature of the embroidery needle, she performed the needle very quickly. The maid was standing next to her. Before she could see clearly, the embroidery needle in her hand had already entered the hole, and the next one was right behind her.
  In the end, the acupuncture points were connected to each other, and the acupuncture points began to be used!
  The maid didn't know any medical skills, and she had never seen this kind of technique before. She just thought it was very powerful.
  I couldn't help but praise: "My lady's medical skills are much better than those of high-ranking doctors. There are very few doctors who can do acupuncture. This is the first time that this servant can use an embroidery needle to perform acupuncture."
  "There are a lot of things you haven't seen before." Hui Zhi said with a proud face, "Our young lady knows a lot, so you master is lucky to meet our young lady. You see, until now, the imperial doctor has not been invited."
  "Yes." The maid did not refute, nodded repeatedly, and said: "Just now, the servants and others thought that the young lady was young and her medical skills must not be very good. Who knew that she was actually a real person who didn't show her face."
  "When our young master is well, I will definitely tell him and come to thank you personally in the future."
  The maid's eyes were still swollen after crying, but there was already a slight smile on her face.
  Shen Zhuoxi glanced at her and said, "It's too early to be happy now. I can bring Mr. Zhang back from hell. He will need to be nursed back to health for a long time, several years or even ten years."
  "The conditioning method is very grueling, and there are times when it can be difficult to endure."
  The maid looked at Young Master Zhang on the couch, and then affirmed: "No matter what, as long as the Young Master is still alive, I am willing to serve the Young Master like a cow or a horse."
  "You are loyal." Shen Zhuoxi looked away and continued what he was doing: "Go and prepare some clean clothes. The young master will wake up soon."
  "Hey." The maid quickly agreed and went out to buy clothes.
  Shen Zhuoxi was being treated inside, and there were still many people gathered outside the room, including those who were curious, those who were suspicious, and those who were watching the show.
  While the maid opened the door, someone saw Shen Zhuoxi poking Mr. Zhang back and forth with an embroidery needle, but the door opened and closed and they couldn't see clearly.
  Some boldly poked the paper on the window lattice and peeked inside. They were shocked to see Shen Zhuoxi using embroidery needles for acupuncture.
  As soon as a few people said this, people outside started talking again:
  "There is no way to prick someone with an embroidery needle. The needle is thick and can be used instead of a medical silver needle. It is comparable to torture!"
  "Who says it's not the case? Ordinary embroidery is painful when being pricked by a needle, let alone inserting it into the acupuncture point. This lady is still too young and dares to do anything."
  "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. He is already dying. How can he withstand such torture? He has to suffer such a crime before he dies."
  "Well, there is no other way. No doctor dares to diagnose and treat her. Only this little girl, a newborn calf, is not afraid of anything and dares to take over."
  "If the person really falls into the hands of this little girl, the right minister will not be angry at all."
  "You owe money to pay debts, kill people to pay life, and the little girl is ignorant and has to pay the price."
  "..."
  Everyone was talking to each other, but no one thought much of Shen Zhuoxi until the boy from Youxiang Mansion brought him to the head of Taiyuan Hospital.
  (End of this chapter)