I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 220

To Wang Zi'an's surprise, Zhang Yansheng didn't send anyone to talk to him about food until the sun was up and he finished examining all the patients who had taken medicine, as if he had forgotten about him.Wang Zi'an couldn't help but frowned, something was a little unusual.

But the young guy from yesterday didn't forget them, and came looking for them early in the morning with a smile.

"How about it, prince, is their plague cured?"

Wang Zi'an nodded, a relaxed look flashed across his face.

"It's much better. Use it again this morning. Those with mild symptoms should be almost cured, and those with severe symptoms should be almost the same tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. You can ask the doctor here to come over and check the effect."

"Hey—that's amazing!"

The young man slapped his thigh happily, turned and ran.But after running two steps, he backed up again, turned his head to look at Wang Zi'an, and asked some worried questions.

"My lord, you can't joke about this matter. It's not easy to provoke my family's leader to get angry."

Wang Zi'an smiled and pointed to his head.

"This is a bet with your commander-in-chief. I won't mess around with losing my head."

After the young guy confirmed it, he turned around again and ran away in a hurry.

"I'll tell the commander, he will be happy!"

Although he reconfirmed it out of caution, he was actually not worried about Wang Zi'an lying. It was not that there were no doctors accompanying the army in the camp. After a later investigation, he would find out that there was no point in bragging about it, and the price must be quite heavy.Zhang Yansheng still didn't come.However, the young man brought two old doctors with gray temples and a medicine box on their backs.The one in front is tall and thin, with a sullen face, and looks like he is bitter and bitter, while the one in the back is chubby with a round belly.

"Are you the young man who can be optimistic about the plague? Can this kind of thing be joked?"

The tall and thin old man walking in front looked even uglier, looking at Wang Zi'an suspiciously, there is no way, this Wang Zi'an's current appearance is too unconvincing.Looking at the boy who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, do you dare to believe that he is a medical expert who can cure the plague that everyone talks about?

Such a big child, still learning to pick up medicine in the pharmacy, okay?

"Young man, this is not a joke, it's a big deal to make the commander-in-chief angry—"

The old man with a round belly was not annoyed. He touched his small round belly and patted Wang Zi'an's shoulder cheerfully.

"Why don't you go and admit your mistakes to the commander-in-chief. Young people are confused for a while, and occasionally bragging about it is not a big deal. Don't worry, this kid Yansheng is actually quite good-tempered. How about I go and talk to you..."

"The two old gentlemen diagnosed them yesterday, right? Why don't you check them again—"

Wang Zi'an smiled and made a gesture of invitation.The old man with a round belly greeted everyone with a smile, but unfortunately the big guy was not in the mood to talk to him, and the old man didn't take it too seriously, he just put the small medicine box behind him on the ground, sat on it, and rolled up his sleeves , ready to be diagnosed.The tall old man with a sad face didn't seem to be interested in talking, he just put his head down and put down the medicine box, but he didn't sit on the ground, but used him as a small table for people to diagnose the pulse.Seeing that the two were getting ready, the young guy greeted people with a wink and lined up to come to see a doctor.

"Uh-huh-"

The tall, thin old man with a bitter face, just as soon as he took the hand, he couldn't help raising his brows, and pressed twice harder in disbelief, twisted his goatee, and squinted his eyes slightly to make a new diagnosis.Seeing this, the old man with a round belly glanced at the restless Wang Zi'an in surprise, and motioned the patient in front of him to squat over quickly.

"Um--"

His eyes suddenly widened, and imitating the appearance of a tall and thin old man, he stood up from the medicine box in disbelief, motioned the patient to put his wrist on the medicine box, squatted on the ground with difficulty, and stretched out his hand , to re-diagnose the patient.

"Really good!"

The two old men looked at each other tacitly, showing a look of shock. Someone actually cured the plague, and the results were immediate, and it only took one night!
Could it be that this is a panacea?

The two of them turned their heads and looked at the handsome Wang Zi'an again. They felt that this young man had a fairy air about him...

"Next person--"

The two of them spoke almost in unison, and their eyes became bright!
I have been an old doctor all my life, so I am going to witness a miracle today?
No one knows the meaning of all this better than these old doctors. If this highly contagious plague can be cured immediately, it will definitely be an epoch-making change. As witnesses, I am afraid that the two of them It's all in the history books!
The position of squatting on the ground is too difficult for the old man with a round belly. At this moment, he no longer cares about the clean robes on his body, so he simply sits on the ground and tells the patient to follow up. He has been a doctor for a lifetime Yes, I have never expected so much from a patient.

There were only a dozen patients in total, and both of them were old doctors who had practiced medicine for many years, and they were diagnosed one by one in a short while.The more the diagnosis was made, the wider the eyes of the two old men became, and the beards and eyebrows flew wildly.

"Brother Wang——No, Mr. Wang, this old man has eyes that don't know Mount Tai. I offended you just now. Please forgive me, Mr. Wang!"

The tall and thin old man, with tears of excitement streaming down his face, supported the medicine box, struggled to get up from the ground, walked straight to Wang Zi'an, and bowed deeply, so scared that Wang Zi'an hurried forward to help the old man up.

"The old gentleman is also responsible for the patients, and he can't be too cautious in practicing medicine and treating diseases. The boy deeply admires him!"

"The future is awesome! I have been studying medicine from my father since the enlightenment. It has been more than [-] years, and I have never heard of such a magical technique! The disease can be cured by medicine, and the symptoms of the plague will disappear overnight. It is incredible..."

At this time, the old man with a round belly also got up from the ground with the support of the young man who led the way, shaking his round head with emotion on his face.

"I don't know how much is the price of this kind of magic medicine?"

As soon as the excitement of seeing the magic medicine for the first time was over, the tall and thin old man immediately thought of a very crucial question, and hurriedly asked cautiously.In his mind, such a magic medicine must be expensive.If the medicinal materials are precious and ordinary people can't afford them, it doesn't make much sense.In fact, in this era, it is not that there is no cure for the plague. Although it is not as magical as the current medicine, it can always be cured, but it is limited by the quantity and price of the medicine. Ordinary people can't afford it, which leads to This plague is rampant, making people talk about its discoloration.

"This medicine is available everywhere, and it's worthless."

Wang Zi'an looked at the two old men who looked worried, and smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)