Of course, Yang Xianmao knew that this carefree man, he was the imperial physician of the palace of Wu Yueguo, that is, the imperial doctor who was responsible for treating the emperor, and he was the most skilled in medicine, and he could be said to be the first of the doctors of Wu Yueguo. Because he laughs all day long, likes to drink two cups of wine, is kind, and often laughs at himself and is happy, so he is called a free man.

When Yang Xianmao heard what he said, his heart couldn't help but sink. Of course, he has heard and witnessed the high level of medical skills of this carefree man, and the possibility of a mistake in the judgment he makes is very small.

Yang Xianmao asked, "What's going on?"

"When I was a child, I ate and cried all the time, saying that it was a sore throat, and it was useless to take medicine after watching Langzhong, and then it became worse and worse. When he was ten years old, he was diagnosed by chance. -- It happened to be the birthday of the Empress Dowager at that time, and the emperor was filial, so in order to pray for the Empress Dowager's blessings and accumulate virtue, he sent the imperial doctor of the Beijing Imperial Hospital, under the leadership of Xiaoyao Weng, to tour all parts of the country to treat the sick and save people. When they arrived in Xuanzhou, I took my eldest son to see it. It cost a lot of money to show it. After reading it, Xiaoyao Weng called me aside and whispered to me that my son had a terminal illness called the esophagus, which is a tumor in the esophagus, which started to be relatively small, and as he got older, it would get bigger and bigger. Around the age of 20, the tumor would eventually block the entire esophagus. At that time, my son couldn't eat anything, couldn't even drink water, and would starve to death of thirst. ”

Speaking of this, Shopkeeper Ann's voice choked. Thinking about the past, my heart ached, and I stayed for a while, and then I continued: "I am very worried, and I said that no matter how much money it costs, I will cure my son of this disease." He said that there was no way, this kind of decoction was useless, and it was deep in the esophagus, and it was impossible to cut it off with a knife. can only let him spend his life well. Although it was said by Xiaoyao Weng, I still didn't believe it, and I found a few famous doctors in Beijing, and after reading it, they were all the same as what Xiaoyao Weng said. Only then did I know that my eldest son really didn't live long, so since then, I can say that I have been very doting on him, and I want him to live more freely in his lifetime. But I never told anyone about it, not even my wife!"

"But the last time I saw him, he was fine! ”

"That's because Xiaoyao Weng prescribed a prescription for me to catch medicine, saying that although this prescription could not treat my son's diaphragm, it could make him suffer less pain, basically not feel the pain in his throat, although it was still difficult to swallow, but at least he could not be painless, and he had been used to it for so many years. Because of the difficulty in swallowing, the food is generally liquid, and rarely hard food. ”

"And how is he in pain now?"

"The symptoms appeared a few days ago, maybe the medicine was taken for too long and didn't work. My son swallowed and vomited anything, but he couldn't swallow it into his stomach at all, and he vomited vigorously, and it has been three days, and the decoction can't get in, and the whole person has collapsed. I can't even pour the ginseng soup into my stomach. It seems that the catastrophe mentioned by Xiaoyao Weng is coming, so I told the truth to my two sons and my wife, and they were in a hurry and said to go to Dr. Han to have a look. I knew that even the emperor's imperial physician, Xiao Yaoweng, said that there was no cure for this disease, and there was definitely no way for Doctor Han, but the dead horse was regarded as a live horse doctor, so I went to invite him to see him. After he saw it, he shook his head and said that there was no cure. There is no other way but to starve to death. My Hun family said, or I should go to you to see a doctor, maybe you have some way to cure this strange disease, and you cured my strange disease last time. ”

Yang Xianmao said: "It sounds like this disease is a bit tricky, but if it's just a tumor in the esophagus, it may be a terminal illness for other Langzhong, and it can't be considered to me, I'll take a look at the situation first." ”

Hearing Yang Xianmao say this, Shopkeeper An was pleasantly surprised, and he really wanted to hit his head on the ground. took Yang Xianmao to the inner house. Mrs. An was already waiting at the door of the inner house, he had high hopes for Yang Xianmao, he was the one who cured her husband's strange illness before, hoping that this time she could show her magic and cure her son's illness.

Mrs. An has been blaming her husband for not telling her about her son's illness sooner, if she had known earlier, she would have looked for Yang Xianmao earlier, and her son's illness might have been cured a long time ago, so why wait until now? Now that he finally saw Yang Xianmao coming, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly took him to the house.

When he entered the house, he saw Doctor Han and his beautiful daughter, who were wearing a round neck and a large-sleeved brocade robe, were checking the pulse of Prince An by the bedside. Han Xue'e wore a snow-white jacket, a violet skirt underneath, and a moon-white jacket that reached her knees, looking very dignified. Seeing Yang Xianmao come in, he bowed, but did not speak.

Yang Xianmao returned the salute and didn't speak, looking at the eldest son on the bed.

Mr. An has lost his weight and shed his shell, no wonder, these days, not only can he not eat, he can't even drink water, and people are easily emaciated quickly when they are seriously dehydrated.

Shopkeeper An realized that there was still a divine doctor Han in the house, and when he heard Yang Xianmao coming just now, he was overjoyed and hurried to greet him, but he forgot that he had invited a divine doctor to come over for treatment. Doctor Han came to visit Gongzi An for the third time. For the first time, he couldn't get his decoction into his stomach at all, so it didn't work. So this time, he brought a topical medicine in an attempt to apply a plaster to the throat of Prince An to reduce swelling and stasis and unblock the esophagus. Even if it can be smoothed a little, as long as the decoction can pass, it can work.

Unfortunately, after two days, he came back for a follow-up visit and found that the plaster he had applied before had no effect, and Mr. An was still unable to eat with rice water. No matter how hard you swallow it, you just can't go down, you can only spit it out.

At this moment, Doctor Han was sitting on the edge of the bed, checking his pulse while thinking about what method to use to cure this thorny and strange disease.

When Yang Xianmao came in just now, Doctor Han just turned his head to look at him, and nodded slowly to say hello. For a long time, Doctor Han's tightly locked brows never opened, he finally slowly let go of Mr. An's wrist, stood up, flicked his sleeves, came to the shopkeeper An, and said after a while: "The only way at the moment is to cut open the esophagus with a knife, see where the tumor is, remove the blocked tumor, and then stitch it up." ”

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