Song Yi

Chapter 183 Yi Ji
The old lady who came to report the news just now was panting, hiding behind them as if fearful.

Niu Jingbo turned his head and gave the old lady a vicious look: "What are you doing hiding so far away?"

The old lady murmured softly, "I..., I'm afraid of being beaten by Miss."

Du Wenhao glanced at Niu Jingbo, and said jokingly, "Does your confidante know how to use legs?"

Niu Jingbo smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "Don't make fun of me anymore, let's invite brother in to see a doctor."

Du Wenhao raised his foot and entered the door.

The boudoir is very elegant, with a rosewood desk in the center; on the desk are stacked book stickers that are nearly half the height of a person. It is much wider, and there are dozens of precious inkstones placed on it, and the pens inserted in the sea of ​​pen holders of various colors are scattered here and there, like tall and short groves.

Niu Jingbo said: "Jinse is in the back room, go in."

Du Wenhao hesitated for a moment, but he came from modern times, and he didn't pay much attention to avoiding suspicion.He stepped into the inner room.

Pink curtains, pure white mosquito nets, five or six maids and mothers surrounded the bed, and smashed porcelain fragments were everywhere on the ground.

Du Wenhao carefully walked around those things on the ground, walked to the bed, opened the curtain, and saw a [-]-year-old woman on the bed.A pair of beautiful eyes stared upwards, her clothes were like snow, her body was as black as ink, and her body was smooth and exquisite.The slightly upturned face is exquisite and clear, and the calm and gentle black eyes overflow with calm indifference, but they are as unpredictable as the deep sea.Cherry's small mouth was so pale that there was no trace of blood at the moment, and there was a streak of blood flowing from the corner of the slightly upturned mouth, which had dried up, perhaps biting her lip in pain.

Du Wenhao said: "Leave only one person in the room. Everyone else will step back and open the doors and windows of the room. It's a rare sunny day. Don't you feel bored when you all cover together?"

The servants were eager to hear this sentence, and hurriedly retreated, leaving only a girl who looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old servant girl guarding.

Du Wenhao touched Jinse's forehead with his hand, and it was so hot that his hands were burned. Seeing that her face was red and angry, and there were scratch marks on her neck, it must be caused by the strong heat and discomfort, and she scratched her neck and pulled her clothes when she was in a daze.
Then he lifted his wrist to check the pulse, although the six pulses fluctuated, almost seven, but there was no sign of danger. With confidence, he turned to the servant girl and said, "How long has your lady been ill, and what symptoms do you have?"

The servant girl said timidly: "It's been two days. At first I just thought it was a cold, but I didn't realize it. Yesterday at noon, I went crazy. I beat everyone and threw things when I saw them. I was still muttering."

Niu Jingbo was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked: "What are you ladies talking to yourself?"

The servant girl thought for a while, and said: "It's all some words, such as the water and the wind are light, the apple blossoms are getting old, the moon is cold, and the leaves are yellow. It hurts the feelings. Where is the old friend..."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Niu Jingbo didn't know any poetry, and thought that Miss Jinse would call his name in a daze, but when he heard that it wasn't, he was disappointed and interrupted her dissatisfiedly: "You little girl, I am not afraid of being laughed at if I learn from other people's reading of romance. Go away!"

The servant girl backed away with a blushing face, lowered her head, and tears seemed to glisten in her eyes.

In Du Wenhao's mind, this Jinse actually recited poems when he was in a state of feverish heat and fainted. I'm afraid it's not just arty, it should be really talented.

Niu Jingbo smiled and said to Du Wenhao: "Brother, is Jinse's illness all right?"

Du Wenhao said: "It's just wind-heat due to exogenous infection, just take a dose of medicine and you'll be fine."

Niu Jingbo glanced at the beautiful woman on the bed, and fell asleep drowsily. He didn't think that a dose of medicine would fix her appearance. He was suspicious, but he couldn't ask.

Du Wenhao went to the case and wanted to write the prescription, and the maid who was standing beside him hurriedly came to help grind it. Du Wenhao wrote the prescription with a pen and handed it to Niu Jingbo.

Niu Jingbo glanced at it, was taken aback again, couldn't bear it anymore, and finally asked, "Brother, is this 'Fangfeng Tongsheng Powder'?"

"Yeah, it's not bad. You know some pharmacological prescriptions. This prescription has been cropped, and the ephedra has been changed to cassia twig."

Niu Jingbo took a closer look, and said in a low voice: "It's not my brother's presumptuousness. The rhubarb and Glauber's salt in this recipe are powerful cathartic medicines. A weak girl like Jinse may not be able to bear such a tiger and wolf because of her delicate body. The medicine..."

Du Wenhao smiled slightly, and said: "I can't see that you are still a person who cherishes beauty and beauty. Since you don't believe me, then why did you ask me?"

Niu Jingbo respected Du Wenhao very much. Seeing Du Wenhao's expression was unhappy, he quickly smiled and said in a low voice: "Brother, I didn't mean that, but I just think that Jinse is a girl. Generally, these two medicines are used on us men. You have to weigh it, so the little brother..."

Seeing Niu Jingbo's pitiful look, Du Wenhao said: "Unexpectedly, you are still an infatuated man, and you are fascinated by this Jinse girl. Hehe, but, you know how to pity incense, so I can only cook cranes and burn qin ?”

"This..., hehe, brother laughed..."

"Let me tell you, the disease of your confidante, yellow greasy tongue coating, strong pulse, is evidence of wind-heat congestion, both externally and internally. The strong heat and no sweat have made the mind faint. If you don't use this strong medicine, just learn Can the willow spring breeze blowing on her face, can shed the fever? Don’t you expect her to burn out and become a fool?”

Niu Jingbo was taken aback, and waved his hands again and again: "How can it be, my brother is a genius doctor, and the medicine has always been amazing. The little brother is just curious and asks casually, hehe, just ask casually, who, hurry up and pick up the medicine! Still dumbfounded Do you see the fun?"

Niu Jingbo walked to the door with the prescription, and told the two old women outside to take the prescription to grab the medicine.

Taking advantage of this time, Du Wenhao glanced at the little maid who was standing aggrieved, and said in a low voice, "You memorize your poems quite well, don't care what this bully bearded man says."

The servant girl smiled gratefully when she saw Du Wenhao came to coax her and said that Niu Jingbo was a bull.

When Niu Jingbo came back, Du Wenhao stood up and said goodbye.

Niu Jingbo sent Du Wenhao to the door and said, "Brother, why don't you ask who Jinse is?"

Du Wenhao looked back at the scene of the small house behind him, and said with a calm smile, "Does it matter?"

Niu Jingbo sighed and said: "Brother, don't think wrong... She, she is indeed not my concubine, but a geisha from Yirenfang. I was afraid that my brother would not listen, so I used the excuse that my brother is sick."

"I see." Du Wenhao nodded with his hand, "Remember from now on, doctors only look at patients, there is no distinction between high and low. Geishas seek medical treatment, and doctors also go out to practice medicine. Don't play with me in the future. !"

"Yes!" Niu Jingbo hastily bowed and agreed.

"After taking the medicine, she should sweat profusely at midnight tonight and feel thirsty. You can drink warm water, but don't give her too much water. You don't need to take it again after taking one dose. Just cover your hair and sweat, and it will be cured tomorrow morning. , well, I'm leaving."
The next morning, before Du Wenhao got up, he heard Yingzi whispering outside the tent: "Young Master! Young Master! Someone from the Niu family said that the illness of that friend of Master Niu is not only not cured, but worsened."

When Du Wenhao heard this, he was still drowsy just now. Hearing what Yingzi said, he suddenly woke up. Although he was not very interested in those women in Fireworks and Willow Lane, he was a doctor with a parental heart, and he couldn't just ignore death.

He sat up abruptly, thinking in his head why the prescription he had given was useless, not knowing where the problem was.

Pang Yuqin also got up and said, "Husband, didn't the person who came yesterday say that your bearded brother was sick? Why did it become a friend of the Niu family who was sick again?"

Du Wenhao didn't want his wife to know these things, so he said casually: "It's the servant of the Niu family who made a mistake. Well, you can sleep a little longer, I'll be back soon."

"Don't worry, it seems that the patient yesterday was a little serious, don't forget me, I just want to sleep lately."

Du Wenhao had already dressed, and seeing Pang Yuqin's weakness, he went back to the bed and touched her forehead: "The weather is cloudy and sunny recently, you should dress warmly, don't get sick."

Seeing Du Wenhao being so considerate and considerate to her, Pang Yuqin couldn't help feeling warm, and said, "Okay, let's go, don't make people wait too long."

Du Wenhao hurried to the front hall and asked the servant of the Niu family, but he couldn't explain why, only that the girl's condition was getting worse.

After thinking about it, Du Wenhao recalled the illness of Miss Jinse carefully in his head, but he still had no idea what was wrong with the prescription, so he sighed and said: "Go back and tell your master, my prescription If her illness can't be cured, let him hire another Gao Ming, I've got nothing to do, it's useless to go."

The servant knelt down and kowtowed and begged: "The master wants Mr. Du to go. If he doesn't go, I'm afraid that the villain will be beaten up when he goes back. I also beg the gentleman to go again. The little one is kneeling here and begging the gentleman."

Yingzi whispered from the side: "Young master, you'd better go, it's not easy for him to be a servant, and the temper of the bull and beard is expected to not let him off lightly."

Du Wenhao nodded: "Okay, then I'll go and have a look, I'm afraid it's useless to go."

Sitting in a donkey cart, I came to the exquisite small house yesterday with a heavy heart.

The door was wide open. When Du Wenhao got out of the car, he couldn't help but look around. He was afraid that people he knew would see him going in and out of such a place. He said it would be ugly, but he didn't notice that in the Song Dynasty, this was simply a romantic affair, and there was nothing shameful about it. of.

Seeing Niu Jingbo walking out of the door quickly, Du Wenhao carefully observed Niu Jingbo's expression, and found that there was no look of sadness. He guessed that Miss Jinse was not dead yet.Then he stepped forward, and before he could ask any questions, Niu Jingbo grabbed his sleeve and walked inside without shouting or talking.

When he came to the door of Jinse's room, Niu Jingbo opened the curtain to let Du Wenhao in.

This time the layout of the boudoir has changed again. In the center of the front hall is a large Ru kiln flower pouch filled with crystal white chrysanthemums.In the middle of the west wall hangs a large splash-ink painting of mountains, rivers, mist and rain, and on the left and right hangs a couplet, inscribed by Yan Lugong, and it is unknown whether it is genuine or a fake.However, from this, it can be seen that this girl Jinse really has some ink in her belly.

When Du Wenhao came to the inner room, Miss Jinse was still lying quietly with her quilt wrapped around her. Jin was masked, motionless, and her heart skipped a beat.
(End of this chapter)