Red Mansion: Fuyao River and Mountain

Chapter 247: Miraculous Doctor Zhang Youpeng

The old man smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, young master. I am deeply immersed in medical theory, and observing bones and physiognomy has become my instinct.

The young master is clear-minded and handsome, full of spiritual energy, which is rare, and he is really a good person. "

Jia Cong saw that the old man had an extraordinary demeanor and was most likely the person he was looking for.

He asked hurriedly, "Old sir, you are too kind. I am Jia Cong. My relative is injured and I was recommended by the scholar Zhang You to seek medical treatment. May I ask if you are the miracle doctor Zhang Youpeng?"

The old man nodded slightly and replied, "My brother came to see me two days ago and has already passed on a message that I am Zhang Youpeng."

Jia Cong said happily: "My relatives have been injured by the torture device of the clamp for half a month. The accumulated injuries are difficult to heal. I hope Mr. Zhang can show his skillful hands."

Zhang Youpeng said, "Mr. Jia, please don't be polite. A doctor is like a parent. If you are injured, I will do my best to treat you."

The two chatted for a few more words, and then Zhang Youchao began to check Feng's injuries.

Jia Cong saw him removing the bandages for Feng with nimble and light movements as fast as lightning. He had removed the bandages in a short moment without causing any pain to Feng's wound.

In just a moment, Feng's perception of pain was clearly understood.

All experts are able to see the big picture from the small details. Just looking at the medical technique of this doctor, it is already very impressive.

Although Zhang Youshi's medical skills were not as advanced as his brother's, he was very good at bone setting and he reconnected Feng's finger bones perfectly.

Although Feng said that the injury was difficult to heal, the condition was under control, which saved Zhang Youpeng a lot of effort.

Zhang Youpeng found four or five acupuncture points on Feng's palm and wrist, and used silver needles to push the acupuncture points to attract blood.

After working for a while, Feng's injured palm, which was originally pale and withered, began to turn a warm red color after being pricked by the silver needles, just like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.

Jia Cong had only heard people say that Zhang Youshi was an excellent doctor, and his medical skills were all taught by his brother Zhang Youpeng.

Now I have seen with my own eyes Zhang Youpeng's extraordinary method, which produces immediate results in a moment. He is much better than his brother Zhang Youshi.

After acupuncture treatment, Zhang Youpeng soaked Feng's palms in a specially prepared warm medicinal soup to further circulate qi and blood in the palms.

Finally, a secret ointment will be used for hot compress.

Because it would take half an hour for Feng's palms to soak, Zhang Youpeng invited Jia Cong into the inner hall to have tea, and seemed to have a good impression of the young man he met for the first time.

As soon as Jia Cong entered the inner hall, he saw many paintings hanging on the walls around him, depicting flowers, birds, figures, and landscapes, all with exquisite and skillful brushwork.

Jia Cong was proficient in calligraphy. He came from a family of calligraphy and painting mounters in his previous life and had a deep understanding of painting. Naturally, he could tell that these paintings were extraordinary and that they were all signed by Zhang Youpeng himself.

I didn’t expect that this medical genius is also a master of painting.

Zhang Youpeng saw Jia Cong browsing the paintings on the wall and said with a smile: "When I was young, I studied Qihuang acupuncture with my master. Needling requires a calm mind and steady hands, so I used the method of painting to hone my skills.

As I got older, I fell in love with the art of painting."

Jia Cong knew that all great people had experiences and wisdom different from ordinary people. They were often multi-talented and proficient in several skills. Zhang Youpeng should be such a person.

He smiled and said, "Sir, you are an expert in medicine and painting. I admire you very much."

Jia Cong smelled a strange and refreshing fragrance in the inner hall.

He saw a square skylight above the inner hall, inlaid with translucent colored glaze.

The bright sunshine shone through the colored glass, casting its warm rays onto a strange clay basin about ten feet wide.

The clay pot is filled with lush and elegant orchids, and the wonderful fragrance that soothes the heart and lungs comes from these orchids.

It’s just that compared with ordinary orchids, the shape of this orchid is a bit weird.

There are three eye-catching golden lines on the top of each orchid leaf, as if they were painted with gold paint.

In the sunlight, each orchid leaf shines with golden light, with a strange beauty.

Jia Cong walked closer and took a closer look. He found that the three golden lines were not painted on, but were naturally generated on the leaves. He was surprised that there was such a plant in the world.

Seeing that Jia Cong was curious about the orchid he was growing, Zhang Youpeng said with a smile, "This strange herb grows in the great swamps of southern China, and is born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is very rare.

It looks similar to orchid, but it is not an orchid. There are three golden threads growing on the leaves. It is repeatedly recorded in ancient medical books and is called San Sheng Ying Hun Cao.

This herb has the miraculous effect of calming the soul and nourishing the mind, and can be used to refine a top-grade precious medicine, but it is very rare and even more difficult to cultivate, so very few doctors will use it. "

Jia Cong had witnessed how Zhang Youpeng treated Feng, and he also saw that he was able to cultivate this rare medicinal herb. It was clear that he not only had extraordinary medical skills, but also had extraordinary knowledge.

After Feng's palms had been soaked in the medicine, Zhang Youpeng applied a black ointment to her injured fingers and bandaged them properly.

The smell of the black ointment was very pungent and made Jia Cong feel a little strange, because the smell seemed familiar to him.

However, this medicine was pungent and had a strange fragrance, which made him feel a little strange compared to the familiar smell. Although Jia Cong felt a little strange, it was not a big deal. Most Chinese medicines for injuries were of the same origin, so it was not surprising that they were similar.

Zhang Youpeng wrote a prescription for warming and nourishing medicine and a box of the ointment he had just used, and told Feng to change the ointment every other day. He would be cured in a month.

When Zhang Youpeng finished the treatment, Jia Cong respectfully offered him generous medical expenses. Zhang Youpeng did not refuse and accepted them, and sent them to the door.

……

After returning from Huaxi Village, nearly a month had passed quickly and Feng's injuries had recovered smoothly.

The Dali Temple has issued an official document that the Lai brothers and a group of old servants of the Rong State who committed crimes will be sentenced to death or exiled as slaves according to the severity of their crimes.

The turmoil in Rongguo Mansion subsided, and Youshi, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were arranged by Grandmother Jia to live in the inner courtyard.

The sentence for Jia Zhen and Jia Rong, father and son, was also handed down. They were exiled to the Beiya Salt Mine in Qiongzhou for thirty years of hard labor and would not return even if pardoned.

When the news reached Rongguo Mansion, people in the Jia Mansion did not know where Qiongzhou was. Even Jia Zheng was not too clear about it. He only knew that it was the place where serious criminals of the Great Zhou Dynasty were exiled in recent years.

After asking Jia Cong, I learned that the place was nearly ten thousand miles away from the capital, on the southern border of the Great Zhou. It was wild and backward, with frequent malaria, extremely hot weather all year round, and many poisonous things. Only one in ten people survived.

When Lady Jia, Mrs. You and others heard this, they burst into tears. After thirty years of hard labor and going to such a dangerous place, Jia Zhen would definitely not return at his age.

Although Jia Rong is still young, as a pampered nobleman, he would not be able to survive more than thirty years in such a hellish place.

Although the sentence was not death, it was no different from being dead.

Only Rong'er's wife did not cry sadly, but her face looked a little pale.

Everyone just thought she was young, hadn't experienced anything, and was probably scared silly, so no one blamed her.

Because everyone knows that she is the most pitiful one in the two families. She has just been married for a short time and is a teenage girl. From now on, she will be a widow for the rest of her life.

Although Youshi was over thirty years old, she had been married to Jia Zhen for many years.

Even though Li Gongcai of Rongguo Mansion was also widowed at a young age, she still had her son Jia Lan to take care of.

In comparison, they are all much luckier than this Rong'er daughter-in-law, who really has nothing.

In the aristocratic family of the Jia family with strict ethical codes, this daughter-in-law Rong'er is about to face a hopeless purgatory of eternal damnation for a woman until the moment she dies.

Even people like Lady Jia hoped that daughter-in-law Rong would die younger, so that she wouldn't live too long and suffer in the world.

At this time, no one noticed that Jia Cong, who had just explained where Qiongzhou was, seemed to look at Keqing inadvertently.

His eyes were full of gentleness and determination.

……

Dali Temple Prison.

Since Jia Rong was arrested and taken to the Dali Temple, he has never seen the light of day again.

Every day he lingers in this dark prison.

In the past, he had been living a life of luxury, but now he was wearing ragged and smelly prison uniforms and eating the same leftovers as pigs and dogs.

Thinking back to his past days of extravagance and debauchery, it seemed like an unreal nightmare. During these two months in prison, he had suffered all the pain of a lifetime.

The day before yesterday, the jailer told him with malicious intent about the verdict on himself and his master. Seeing him crying in fear, the jailer had a look of satisfaction on his face. It turned out that the people of Ningguo were so hated.

Now he didn't dare to think about anything, lest he be completely overwhelmed by fear.

He was just like a walking corpse, living one day at a time.

No one in the clan has ever come to see him. Now that Ningguo has been stripped of his title and his property has been confiscated, he has become notorious and despised by the world. Who would dare to approach him?

Just then, the jailer suddenly told him in a bad mood that someone came to visit him.

At that moment, Jia Rong thought he had heard wrongly. He had been in prison for so long and no one had ever visited him.

When he saw the appearance of the person clearly, he was so shocked that his eyes widened. He never expected that the person who came to see him was Uncle Cong from Xifu.

I have never had any contact with him, so why would he suddenly come to see me?

Could it be that the old lady of Xifu couldn't bear it anymore and asked Uncle Cong to rescue her?

This Uncle Cong was the most outstanding son of the East and West Palaces. He became an official at a young age. It was said that he often went to the palace and had a say in front of the emperor. He was a very capable figure in the two palaces.

Jia Rong's withered mind seemed to be injected with fresh water, and in an instant he gave rise to countless fanatical delusions.

(End of this chapter)