Medicine Girl Jingjing

Chapter 477: Qinglingzi is free from vice-watchman (2)
Qing Lingzi was not mentally prepared. Facing such a heavy blow, he couldn't accept it at all. His face was pale and his eyes were dull. He looked ten years older all of a sudden, and he was more sad than the death of the former master of Baiyun temple.

But she didn't leave at this time, but stayed to see how Li Jingjing could save the child.

"What are you doing standing there, come over to treat the little patients!" Qi Yuanzi glanced at the two senior Taoist doctors.

Before the big competition started, a patient died in the Taoist internal medicine assessment. When the news spread, all the great doctors present were ashamed to see others.

The two senior Taoist physicians knew in their hearts that they would not care about Qing Lingzi's affairs, and asked Qi Yuanzi to go forward together to feel the pulse of the crying child.

At this time, Yuan Yunzi calmly beckoned a middle-aged Taoist priest, whispered a few words in his ear, and handed him the five prescriptions that Qing Lingzi had written for the little boy.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes lit up, and he walked away quickly with the prescription.

Qing Lingzi's attention was always on Li Jingjing, and he didn't pay attention to Yuan Yunzi's small movements.

Li Jingjing has not attacked Qing Lingzi verbally since she diagnosed the child's pulse.

She made up a treatment plan in her heart, and said loudly: "Monastery Master, Zifeng is best at treating children, so send someone to call Zifeng here."

Qing Lingzi said unconvinced: "Zifeng used to study medicine in Guanli, and he is best at treating women."

"You're talking about her at Baiyun Temple in Chang'an, not at Taiqing Temple on Hunan Road." Li Jingjing raised her eyebrows and said, "Zifeng has been at Taiqing Temple for many years, and he goes to the mountain village at least twice a month to give free consultations to poor people , the children of the local people's families are sick, no matter how big or small they will be sent to the monastery for her to heal."

It just so happened that Zifeng's assessment over there had ended. Hearing the news, he ran over quickly and said anxiously to several people: "I encountered thirteen cases of children swallowing foreign objects in Hunan Road, and only four of them survived. Let me see." Look at this patient."

Qi Yuanzi said with emotion: "It's pretty good that you can heal four people."

After Zifeng took Tongtong's pulse and made a series of diagnoses, he began to quickly ask his grandpa and grandma.

"I saw him playing with half a wooden hairpin the day before yesterday?"

The old woman cried and shook her head, "How dare we let him play with this?"

I have not only brought a child at home, but I have a lot of experience. It is impossible for children to play with all dangerous objects that are easy to poke their eyes.

"Do you have any small porcelain spoons at home?"

The old man replied: "There used to be one, but it was broken and lost."

The small porcelain spoon is in the style of a rabbit's head. It was used by Xiaotong's sisters, and Xiaotong was less than a hundred days old when it was broken.

Grandpa remembers deeply because it was a pity that the small porcelain spoon was bought for two yuan.

"Do you use candles or oil lamps at home?"

The old man answered before the old woman: "Candles. My son works as a small worker in the workshop, which produces candles. Years ago, the shopkeeper of the workshop sent a large package of candles that were too weak to be sold."

In rural areas, most people use very cheap oil lamps, and they only light them for a short time every night.Candles have to be used by people with good conditions.

Zifeng frowned, and said, "Where do you put the candles?"

"Don't dare to put it on the bedside, for fear that the candle will fall down and burn the bed quilt, so keep it on the table." The grandfather gestured that the table is three feet high, which is beyond the reach of children.

Zifeng still asked: "Did you move the candle to a place where your grandson can catch it two days ago?"

The old lady was so blessed that she cried and cried: "Old man, I remembered. The night before yesterday, my grandson wet the bed. I asked you to get him a clean coat. After you brought it in the dark, I couldn't see it. So I asked you to come over with a candle to light it." .Did you put the candle back on the table after that?"

The old man's eyes were wide open, staring at the little boy, and suddenly he reached out and slapped himself on the two mouths, crying heartbreakingly: "I was lazy that night and didn't put the candle back on the table. Blow it out and put it next to the bed. I should be killed by the sword."

The bystanders were all moved and saddened by the grandfather's deep remorse and self-blame.

Zifeng said loudly: "Old man, don't cry, think about what's next?"

"The next morning, the candle was gone. I thought the candle fell under the bed. I searched but couldn't find it. I thought it was put away by the old lady. Later, I forgot about it." Have the face to meet my son."

The old grandma's face was pale, and she cried like hell, "God is not open, you are usually so diligent, but you are so lazy that day. God doesn't want my little grandson to live."

Zifeng hurriedly asked: "Grandpa, this is not the time to cry, do you still remember how long and thick that candle is?"

The old man was sobbing and unable to speak, he stretched out a little finger of his right hand.

Zifeng said solemnly: "Princess, I have confirmed that the patient swallowed a thin candle that is one and a half inches long.".Forcibly hugged the child from the old woman's hand and put him on the ground, making him lie flat.

"Zifeng, you did a great job." Li Jingjing praised.

Six senior Taoist physicians and senior pharmacists suddenly realized, and they all commented, "It turned out that the little patient swallowed candles. No wonder he didn't die immediately, but had abdominal pain and blood in his stool."

"Adults eat candles, and the stomach can slowly digest and excrete the candles. However, the stomachs of young patients are very delicate and cannot digest candles at all, which causes abdominal pain and blood in the stool."

"There is no medicine in this religion that can melt human candles. How can this be done?"

Both He Ping and He An knew that Li Jingjing was proficient in operating on patients, so they asked in unison: "Princess, are you going to operate on a small patient and take out the candle from the abdomen?"

Six great Taoist physicians and great pharmacists exclaimed: "The princess wants to disembowel the little patient?"

"The little patient is so young, the vitality is gone after opening the stomach, and it is useless to take out the candle."

"Princess, you must think twice before acting."

Li Jingjing said loudly: "The little patient can be saved without surgery."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The three senior doctors of Taoism looked at Li Jingjing suspiciously, not knowing what method she would use to treat the child.

When the grandfather and grandmother heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their crying became quieter.

Zifeng asked: "Princess, do you want to give the patient a potion that dissolves candles?"

Li Jingjing nodded and said, "That's right." She stuffed a porcelain bottle into Zifeng's and said, "This medicine is for you. You stay here to guard the little patients. I'll borrow a pharmacy to prepare the medicine."

She stood up, glanced at Qing Lingzi disdainfully, and sneered, carrying her skirt and trotting towards the examination room.

The three senior pharmacists of Taoism could not make medicine that could melt candles in the human body, so they were very curious about the medicine made by Li Jingjing.

(End of this chapter)