Mrs. Yipin: a farmer's doctor

Chapter 253: Young Imperial Envoy (2)
I saw a little man shrunk behind the table with a serious expression, if it wasn't for the wrong atmosphere, it would be a little funny.

The desk was placed at the gate of the yamen, and the passers-by saw it, and some looked at it curiously, and some left in a hurry after a cold glance.

Seeing that no one took the initiative to come forward, Zhiran obviously wrote that the word "free clinic" hadn't played a role, otherwise, she would be illiterate.

But it can be seen that the people in Shangxian County have lost even basic curiosity.

"It's a free clinic! Come and have a look, if you are sick, you will be cured, if you are not, you will strengthen your body!" Zhiran stood on the chair and shouted in her immature voice.

Soon, some pedestrians stopped and walked over.

"Can the plague be cured?" This was the first sentence the people asked.

Zhiran sat up straight with a smile on her face, and said calmly, "My name is Tang Zhiran, and I'm from Anping County. I came here for the plague this time. Do you think I can cure it?"

"But you are so young, can you do it? Aren't doctors all practicing medicine for decades?"

Although there were not many people watching, only a dozen or so people, they all had doubts about Zhiran.

"No matter how nice the words are, they are all empty words. Why don't you come forward and ask me to make a diagnosis, so that everyone will understand and see if I have real knowledge."

Zhiran took the initiative to invite everyone to come forward for pulse diagnosis.

She is already sweet in appearance, coupled with her smiling face and confident expression, she is easily convincing.

The first man who came forward was about 40 years old, his legs and feet were inconvenient when walking, one foot was long and the other was short, and he was obviously crippled.

"Malnutrition, a little weak, but no other problems." Under this environment, the man's body is considered pretty good.

But her rhetoric was too general, and the people frowned immediately, even the man who was seeing a doctor didn't look very happy.

Zhiran said indifferently, "Can this uncle let me see your legs?"

The middle-aged man's expression was stiff, and the corner of his mouth moved unnaturally, "I had an accident three years ago, and my legs became like this. All the doctors said that my legs are useless, and I can no longer act like a normal person." walk the same way."

Zhi Ran noticed his legs just now, and when she took the pulse just now, she also felt the pulse with her heart.

"Why don't you let me see, it doesn't matter anyway."

While Zhiran was speaking, she stood in front of the middle-aged uncle, squatted down and groped down from the middle-aged uncle's thigh inch by inch until he reached his ankle, and then groped back.

Then he paused above his knees, turned around and took the gold needle.

"This foot can still be cured, but it will suffer a little bit. How do you choose?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhiran dumbfounded and asked, "Really, really?"

"select!"

The middle-aged man said pleasantly: "I, I am not afraid of pain, as long as it can heal my leg."

Zhiran first opened up the blood on the middle-aged man's leg, and inserted twenty or thirty gold needles into the middle-aged man's injured leg at an unimaginably fast speed. The bone plate is straight.

The middle-aged man burst into cold sweat from the pain, and howled uncontrollably.

Zhiran silently took back the golden needle, and went straight back to the desk to write down the formula.

"Soak this prescription for an hour a day, neither more nor less. Come back in seven days, and I will do acupuncture for you again."

The middle-aged man burst into tears and asked tremblingly, "Can my legs really heal?"

Although he can walk without hindrance, he couldn't even find a decent job because of the length of his legs. If his wife hadn't held up the house and massaged his legs every day, his legs would have been sluggish.

"Less than a month." Because she won't stay here for such a long time, after his leg bone heals, he will continue acupuncture for seven days, and then there will be no serious problems.

Zhiran took a bottle of pills for promoting blood circulation and dredging collaterals from the medicine box, poured out seven pills, and wrapped them up.

"Seven, one a day, don't break it! Take it before soaking your legs."

The middle-aged man smelled the fragrance of the medicine and felt that the pill was expensive. Coupled with Zhiran's acupuncture technique, he was convinced immediately, and almost slipped off the chair, knelt down and licked his head.

Zhiran grabbed the middle-aged man and warned sharply, "If you don't want to lose this leg, don't go to the ground for a while."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately stiffened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sit aside first, wait for the people from the yamen to come back later, and let them take you back."

Zhiran didn't care about showing her martial arts, she lifted the man up easily, kicked the chair away with her feet, and then threw him firmly on the chair, the movement was one breath, and the other onlookers couldn't even look at him. Forget to blink.

"Okay, next one."

After the people regained their senses, they rushed up immediately, scrambling to get Zhiran to treat them.

Zhiran said coldly: "Come one by one, I will stay here until the plague is over."

Hearing that Zhiran was so sure about curing the plague, the people immediately cheered, and all of them shed tears of ecstasy.

"Malnutrition, weakness, and rheumatism! When it rains, the joints of the whole body hurt badly." The patient in front of him was an elderly man in his 50s and [-]s.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the old man said excitedly, "I have seen many doctors, and they all said that it was the ailment caused by running a boat when I was young, and there is no cure for it."

Zhiran lowered her eyebrows, quickly wrote down the prescription, handed it over, and asked, "Do you want to live?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then responded after a while, and said a little confused: "Of course I want to."

"Well! After this plague is over, you can take this prescription to the medical clinic to get medicine. Rheumatism is a chronic disease, and there is no rush. As long as you take the medicine every day, there will be a day when it will be cured."

The old man's enthusiasm was instantly dissipated, and he said desolately: "What else is there in the future, the imperial court has abandoned us, and we will not be able to get through this test at all."

Zhiran scolded harshly: "Since I'm here, I won't let you die. I'm here to save you, not to die with you. Now stand behind me!"

The old man shrank, but was startled by Zhiran's words, and stood behind Zhiran silently.

He heard Zhiran say the next one, seeing a doctor for someone, and asked him to stand up before reacting.

"Miss Tang, can you cure the plague by letting us all stand here?"

"Stay here if you want to live. Listen to me. If you don't want to live, get out of here now!" Zhi Ran was very angry now.

This place was totally different from what she had imagined, it was a piece of loose sand without the will to survive, she wanted to save them, not only to heal their illnesses, but also to heal their hearts.

(End of this chapter)