Song Yi

Chapter 131
Don't accept the money with a dejected look on his face, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it now..."

Dr. Zhuang asked cautiously: "Master Qian, isn't the child passed due to worm accumulation?"

Qian Bushou glanced at him: "That's right, it was Guan Ge at first, whether it was caused by the accumulation of dry excrement, the accumulation of insects, or the stagnation of qi and cold evil, it is not clear yet, but it is always the six internal organs. Caused by blockage. The child frequently vomits afterward, resulting in impairing the essence and consuming fluid, impairing the yin and suppressing the yang.

Now the syndrome has changed, and the check is not the main problem. Now the main problem is the chest syndrome, stagnation of qi and blood stasis, stagnation of heat for a long time, flaming heat and toxins, yin and yang damage, and signs of Juehui have appeared. "

The diagnosis of not accepting money is very accurate. The child was originally passed due to acute intestinal obstruction, but now he has perforated and caused acute peritonitis, which is fatal.Helpless, if you don't accept the money, you won't have a laparotomy, so naturally you can't do anything about it.

Although Detective Dong didn't understand medicine, he naturally heard the danger of the child's condition in the last few words, "Physician Qian, what should I do?"

"Let's take medicine first. If this prescription is ineffective, please forgive me for being incompetent and unable to cure this child's illness."

Detective Dong's wife suddenly burst into tears, and Detective Dong gave her a hard look and cursed in a low voice:

"Why are you crying? This is the palace! It's not our kang head!"

His wife hastened to hold back her sobs, but the choked-up sobs sounded more desolate.

After a while, the drug boy brought the medicine, and he took the medicine for the child himself without accepting the money.

However, there was no effect, and after a while, the child began to fall into a semi-comatose state, vomiting from time to time, sometimes sober and sometimes faint.Qian Bushou hurriedly sat down to check his pulse, shook his head after a while, and said:
"The pulse is weak, Yuanyang is violently lost, and his life is not long... Sigh! Go home and prepare for the funeral!"

Detective Dong's wife couldn't restrain herself any longer, she threw herself on the child and burst into tears.Detective Dong was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at his son who had passed out and didn't know the pain, two lines of muddy tears rolled down his face.

Dr. Zhuang saw that the money would not be accepted and turned around to leave. He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted: "Physician Qian, please stay! You just said that you can only save this child unless your master is here, right?"

Captain Dong also thought of this question, wiped away tears, and knelt down with a groan: "Physician Qian, tell me, who is the revered master? Where is he? I'll go and beg him, and I'll ask him to save my son!" His wife also knelt down and kowtowed desperately.

Qian Bushou let out a long sigh, and quickly helped Catcher Dong up, but his eye circles were red, and after a while, he whispered: "The old old teacher is Du Wenhao from Wuweitang in Dongda County!"

Both Dr. Zhuang and Dr. Xiao said, "Du Wenhao? Is it some young doctor who is good at Hua Tuo's magic technique of laparotomy?"

"Exactly."

Dr. Zhuang said: "I heard that this Dr. Du is good at Hua Tuo's supernatural skills, but he turned out to be Imperial Physician Qian's mentor. However, it is said that he is only in his early twenties, how can Imperial Physician Qian..."

Qian Bushou said: "Aspirations do not depend on age. My master's medical skills are like gods. I just realized it now. This time I came to the capital to treat the illness of the Ninth Prince. Before the trip, my master told me that when I encountered difficulties, I should start from the differentiation of yin and yang. I followed the master's instruction and used the differentiation of yin and yang to re-examine the medical records, and finally thought that Huangtu Tang could cure it.

After taking the prescription, the medicine really cured the disease and cured the disease of the Nine Princes.My master is not only good at Hua Tuo's magical skills, but also has insight into opportunities and predicts things like a god. How lucky is this old man to worship this miracle doctor as his teacher. "

Doctor Zhuang hurriedly asked: "How does Miracle Doctor Qian know that respecting the master can cure this syndrome?"

"Before the old man came, Master Jingci, the abbot of Baiyun Temple in Fucheng City, also suffered from this syndrome. My master used Hua Tuo's magical technique of laparotomy to save the life of Master Jingci. This child's illness is exactly the same as that of presiding officer Jingci! The only person who can cure this disease is my master!"

Dong Chu was already in despair, when he suddenly heard that Imperial Physician Qian and a god doctor father could save his son, he was ecstatic and asked anxiously, "Physician Qian, where is the respected master? I will take my son to ask him for medical treatment immediately. !"

There was another long sigh when the money was not accepted, and tears finally welled up in his eyes, and he choked up and said: "Master...he has passed away..."

"Huh?" Several people were stunned.

Doctor Zhuang said: "Master is so young, how could...?"

"The old man just received a letter from the bad guy, saying... that there was a plague in the county, and his master designed a kind of equipment to prevent the plague. Due to the limited quantity, many people couldn't buy this equipment, so some rioters decided to take it by force. Gathered a large number of people, raided the teacher's pharmacy at night, killed the teacher... and even set fire to the pharmacy... Alas!"

Dong Guankuai and his wife were stunned for a moment, from great sorrow to great joy, and then fell into great sorrow. There is nothing more painful than this in life.

Doctor Zhuang sighed: "Oh! It's a pity to die young!"

Dr. Xiao said: "Physician Qian, will Master teach you this magic skill? Even if you know how to scratch it, there is still hope. Please save this child!"

Qian Bushou wiped away his tears, and said with a wry smile: "Why don't I want to save this child? But Hua Tuo's supernatural skills, how can ordinary people use them? I have only a short period of apprenticeship, and I haven't been taught this unique skill by my mentor. Although I have seen the master perform it , but every time I think about it, I still don’t know what to do. Alas! Please forgive me for my incompetence!”

Sighing, Qian Bushou walked away shaking his head with his hands behind his back.

Officer Dong and his wife had no choice but to carry their son on their backs in tears. They left the imperial hospital and got on a donkey cart, walking back slowly.When they arrived at Huiren Hall, Dr. Zhuang and Dr. Xiao got out of the car and left.

Detective Dong's wife tightly hugged her unconscious son in her arms, crying softly, and Detective Dong sighed and shook his head.The donkey cart moved forward slowly.

After the heavy snowfall, the road was quite muddy with bumps and bumps. The child suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. The pain made him frown, but he forced a smile to his mother: "Mother! You... don't cry, I don't feel pain ..."

The woman's heart was broken, she hugged the child tightly, and wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, the donkey cart stopped suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and a man in black flashed into the car shed. The man was masked by a black scarf, and the car shed was very dark. Before he had time to see what was going on, his body went numb and he couldn't move.

The man gently picked up the child and said in a low voice: "I will find someone to save your son, and after five days, regardless of life or death, the child will be returned to you! - Remember, don't tell anyone!"

Immediately, the man got out of the car with the child in his arms and quickly disappeared.

It took a while for Catcher Dong and his wife to move their bodies. Terrified, they jumped out of the car and looked around to see where the man was.

The woman grabbed her husband's hand and cried, "Husband, Dongdong has been robbed, what should I do? Hurry up and report to the police?"

"Report me, isn't I a member of the government office?"

"He..., could he be a human tooth? What if we want to sell Dongdong? Woooooo..."

"Fart Ren Yazi, would Ren Yazi steal a dying child?" Police Officer Dong recalled carefully, and said in a low voice: "Her voice sounds like a woman, so she shouldn't have any malicious intentions, otherwise with his skill, he would kill her." The three of us are also very easy. This person said that Bao Dongdong is looking for someone to treat him, maybe it is true."

"Can she really find someone to save us Dongdong?" The woman's heart suddenly lit up with hope.

"I hope, Bodhisattva bless what she said is true!"

The woman clasped her hands together, looking at the night sky and praying.

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Five days later.

The next day was the New Year's Eve, and Dong Guankuai's house was still deserted and there was no sign of celebrating the New Year.There were no Spring Festival couplets, no dust sweeping, no dumpling making, and no heating kang.

This is the time agreed by the woman who kidnapped her son to return her son.There are two doors in the room, one half-covered to keep out the cold and the other open.Messy snowflakes floating outside flew into the house from time to time, and the couple sat on the cold kang, looking anxiously at the door.

They sat like this from early in the morning until evening, waiting for the sound of footsteps, but also afraid of the sound of footsteps, because they were afraid that what the woman sent was the dead body of the child.At that time, all hope will be dashed.

It was getting dark, and the woman lit the oil lamp, and the dim light filled the room. The bean-sized lantern flowers swayed in the cold wind blowing in from outside the door, and the two figures kept shaking on the wall.

Finally, footsteps sounded in the yard, softly, creaking on the thick snow in the yard.

The woman ran to the door like a breeze, and opened another door suddenly, and she saw the woman in black standing at the door, still wearing a black scarf covering most of her face, and her head was also wrapped in a black scarf. A pair of bright eyes were exposed, a child was held in his arms, and his body was wrapped in a thick cotton coat.

The child was motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.The woman only felt that she was about to collapse when the world was spinning, and suddenly she heard the child cry softly: "Mother...!"

"Son? My son!" The woman heard her son's voice, and she was so happy that her heart was about to explode.

Staggering a few steps, he rushed over, hugged the child, and gently took it over. Through the reflection of the snow, he could see a pale and frail little face covered by a thick cotton coat, and his big black eyes were looking at the child. Her lips moved slightly, and she called again: "Mother...!"

The woman burst into tears, hugged her son tightly, knelt down in the snow with a thump, and cried repeatedly: "My son...! It's really my son! Thank you Living Bodhisattva! Thank you! Woooooo... ,——his father, Dongdong is still alive, Dongdong is back!"

In fact, Detective Dong was already standing behind her, unable to hold back the tears of joy, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

The man in black stretched out his hand to help the woman up: "You don't need to thank me, someone else saved your son, I was just running errands."

Detective Dong also stood up and said to the woman, "Let me see Dongdong!"

Detective Dong quickly took his son and hugged him tightly. Before he could speak, the child cried out in pain: "Ouch! It hurts!"

"Ah? Where does it hurt?" Detective Dong was terrified.

"Your hand is strangling my stomach!" The child said with a bitter face.

"Haha!" Detective Dong was extremely happy, quickly let go of his hand, and repeatedly apologized to the child: "I'm sorry, my good son! How do you feel?"

"My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. The wound still hurts a little."

"Wound?"

The man in black at the door said with a smile: "Yes, the doctor performed a laparotomy on the child. There is a wound on the child's stomach and it hasn't healed well. Be careful."

　PS: The No. [-] position on the new book monthly ticket list is also in jeopardy, Lao Mu asks for monthly ticket reinforcements!

　　
　
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