Entering the inner house, it was like a honeycomb that had been pierced, and groups of maids and women shuttled back and forth, taking this and giving that, one by one, as if they were flying.

"Are you ......?" asked a man with a scruffy beard, a haggard face, and bloodshot eyes.

"The late birth was sent by the prefect of Fengyang Mansion to check Mrs. Tai's pulse. "Besides, it is estimated that this person is the Marquis of Wucheng, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he got up and saluted.

"Oh, it's hard work. Wucheng Hou thanked him and walked away, obviously not believing that this hairy boy would see any pulse or disease.

"Master Hou is coming, Mrs. Tai fainted again. A maid ran out of it, crying and shouting.

After hearing this, the Marquis of Wucheng hurriedly walked into the house, and there was a cry from inside.

After a while, the Marquis of Wucheng hurriedly walked out, bowed to a few doctor-looking people in the lobby and said, "Gentlemen, everyone has to work harder, please come up with a way to cure me and kowtow to everyone." ”

Several doctors in the lobby looked at each other, and no one dared to answer, obviously they had tried their best, and they were really helpless. Several doctors have been here for many days, although the Marquis of Wucheng is special in terms of reception and offerings, no one is willing to waste time and do useless work.

"Master Hou, I wonder if I can let Wansheng diagnose Mrs. Tai's pulse?"

Besides, take a step forward and bow your hand.

Wu Chenghou looked at the situation, and then looked at the other people, obviously not knowing what to do. Everyone was silent, just looking at Hou Ye.

Wu Chenghou had no choice but to introduce these people first, one of them was the chief imperial physician of Beijing Taiyi Hall, and the other was the chief imperial physician of Nanjing Tai Hospital. Because there is no emperor in Nanjing, it is called the imperial doctor but not the imperial doctor.

The other three are the most famous doctors in Nanjing, one is the leading famous doctor in Jiangxi, and one is actually a famous doctor in Guangdong. Listening to the names of the people who came, it can already be seen that Wucheng Hou has spent a lot of effort.

There is no local famous doctor in Fengyang, it's not that he hasn't been invited, but he has already invited him, and he left after doing his best. For more than a year, the famous doctors of the Marquis's Mansion have been like customers in the vegetable market, coming to a batch of new ones and going to a batch of old ones, and finally inviting these five, and the rest are these five, just waiting for Mrs. Tai to breathe, and they will return to their respective homes after finishing their tasks.

"Oh, it's really a hero from ancient times. The famous doctor in Guangdong smiled.

"It's normal for the ignorant to be fearless. The miracle doctor in Nanjing said proudly.

"Two, you can't say that, if you are sick and go to the doctor, if you can't cure it in my generation, maybe a village langzhong can be cured. The chief imperial physician of Beijing Taiyi Hall said with a smile.

"Why do you say that, what's the point of letting this little brother take the pulse for Mrs. Tai, even if it can't be cured, aren't we all helpless?"

He has some contacts with Wu Chenghou on weekdays, and his feelings for each other are much deeper than others.

"It's just, we've tried our best anyway, and if you change to a new person, you might have a way. The famous doctor in Jiangxi agreed.

"Where did the little brother learn his medical skills?" the imperial doctor of the Beijing Taiyi Hall squinted and asked.

"I'm a showman, I've traveled here to study, and my medical skills are just family heirlooms, and I know a little about fur. Besides, he said lightly.

The imperial doctor in Beijing almost vomited blood, and these authoritative experts selected by the whole country were still restrained, which is good, and in the end there was a two-hundred-and-five, what kind of international joke is this.

If he could call the shots here, he might have kicked him out of the door a long time ago. The medical profession is also particular about sects, and a wild doctor does not even have the qualifications to enter the hall.

"May I ask this little brother, which virtuous man is your father?" the imperial doctor of the Beijing Taiyi Hall seemed to be teasing.

Besides, he was angry for a while, looked around, and said coldly: "Hey, who is your little brother, have you recognized the wrong person? Who is my father, is it necessary to tell you? You are the official to check the household registration." ”

Besides, the counterattack made the Beijing imperial doctor tremble with anger, how many years, no one dared to talk to him like this, even the six Shangshu were polite when they saw him.

"Master Hou, let's talk about it first, as long as this kid intervenes, I won't care about Mrs. Tai's illness. ”

Besides, he said-for-tat: "I have to take care of you now, I haven't intervened yet, you can take care of it and take out your skills." ”

Seeing this, everyone else laughed and said nothing. They also know that the imperial doctor in Beijing is used to having the upper hand, and for several days in this place, he has been making trouble inside and out, without resting, and his heart is very unhappy, otherwise he would not be angry with a child.

"You ......" The imperial doctor was speechless for a moment, flicked his sleeves, and turned his face to the side.

"Who else wants to meddle, wants to manage, hurry, and gossip after the province. Besides, I simply opened it and looked at a few other people.

Several famous doctors also felt very uncomfortable, this little guy was too arrogant, as if he could cure Mrs. Tai's illness. But after all, they can't come up with a better way to treat Mrs. Tai, and they are all people with status, if they follow the situation, they will lose first.

"Little brother, don't be angry with anyone, as the old saying goes: medicine does not kill diseases, Buddhahood has a fate, everything has a limit, no matter how divine the doctor is, there are diseases that cannot be cured, otherwise, there will be no dead people in this world. We're all still alive in the Hongwu period. ”

"Exactly, that's true, I agree. The famous doctor in Guangdong sighed.

There are too many patients who can't cure people for decades, and there are too many patients who can't be cured, and no one dares to say that they can cure all the diseases in the world, and Sun Simiao's resurrection can't do it, just like the Buddha can't save all the sentient beings who are suffering in the red dust to the Buddha land.

Besides, he said with a smile: "Wansheng just said a word to diagnose Mrs. Tai's pulse, and gave birth to so much gossip, but I didn't expect it, why bother so much." ”

Wu Chenghou looked at these people, hesitated in his heart, knowing which imperial doctor in Beijing actually wanted to shirk and quit, and half of the dispute was also deliberately borrowed from the donkey.

"Okay, then it's troublesome for this little brother, it's my blessing to cure well, and it's my life to cure it badly. As he spoke, tears flowed from his eyes.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the sour smell of a long-sick man, and when he came to the big bed, he saw a bony hand like a chicken's claw outside the bed.

He first greeted Mrs. Tai, but did not hear any response, and then sat down on a stool in front of the bed and carefully checked her pulse.

He had half an hour of consultation, and then he had another hand, and it took another half an hour.

I was suddenly shocked, what kind of general terminal disease is this, but diphtheria, once the disease is dispersed, it will be infected with sepsis, and it will die in less than half a day.

In addition to diphtheria, there are some other diseases, but the most lethal is diphtheria, which can be cured first, and other diseases can be slowly treated.

Besides, I don't know what diagnosis those famous doctors made, whether they found that this is the most critical and deadly acute disease, and the disease has developed to this day, whether the medicine is completely useless, or whether it has to be acupuncture.

It may be explained that it is because he has not yet learned pharmacology at home, so he thinks that the drug has lost its effect. Now I can only take the risk of acupuncture, thinking that the toxins in diphtheria will be completely extracted, so that there is still a chance to fight for my life.

But how to acupuncture is a problem, the whole body system is integral, it doesn't matter to ordinary people, even if this meridian is temporarily affected by other meridians, there will be no risk of life. However, Mrs. Tai can't, even if a trace of diphtheria toxin leaks out, it will kill immediately, which is more toxic than potassium cyanide.

Even if this terminal disease is operated on by the most professional laryngeal surgeon in a sterile operating room, the success rate will not exceed 50%.

Moreover, he retreated, bowed his head and pondered how to start, and a trace of retreat flashed in his mind.

"How about it, little one, you're done with your pulse, you can leave. The imperial doctor in Beijing seemed to be relieved and said with a smile. But I thought in my heart: I don't weigh it myself, I don't know how thick the sky is, and I will bring humiliation on myself.

"Little brother, is my mother's illness really incurable?" asked Wu Chenghou in despair, his eyes gray.

"It's too late, and now the medication doesn't work. Besides, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Well, when you say that, it means that you really know a little bit about the skin, not a fake. The Beijing Imperial Doctor smiled.

"That's true, if it's a few months in the morning, there may still be a way. The famous doctor in Guangdong sighed.

"However, it is not impossible to use acupuncture now. Besides, he groaned.

"Acupuncture, little guy, you really can't talk to death, do you know what kind of disease Mrs. Tai suffers from, it's not a headache, brain fever, leg and foot pain, etc., you still have acupuncture, why don't you talk about massage." The imperial doctor in Beijing suddenly became furious.

"How can you be sure that acupuncture is not working? Have you tried it?" he asked.

"Do you still need to try? It's like Chinese cabbage can't be used as medicine, the simplest truth. The imperial physician in Beijing was dismissive.

Besides, he suddenly became angry and refuted: "Chinese cabbage can sometimes cure serious diseases, see if you can use it." I don't understand this truth, the emperor won't let you cheat?!"

When the imperial doctor in Beijing heard this, he was so angry that he covered his chest and couldn't speak for a while.

"Okay, don't quarrel with the two of you, everyone is here for me, just look at my face, what's not, it's all on me, everyone take care of it more." Wu Chenghou said sincerely.

When everyone heard him say this, they were embarrassed to say anything more, and they all fell silent.

Wu Chenghou continued: "I also know that several miracle doctors have done their best these days, not to mention how much hair they have boiled white, and they may even have to break their life span for a few years, I know that I will definitely repay everyone's kindness, who wants to leave now, go to the account room and get paid to leave after that, and I will definitely repay you later." ”

Everyone is also sour in their hearts, to be honest, they really can't stand it anymore, Wu Chenghou is not bad at all, this trip they really have to lose a few years of life. If the patient is cured, everyone is happy, but in the end, there is still no trick, not to mention how aggrieved he is.